Naruto: The Chosen Undead

[Adamos_Amet]

Spoiler: Author Note and Support

Hello there to everyone reading. I hope you are all having a wonderful day. Let me tell you more about this fanfic.

You've read the title and summary and seen the cover, so there's no need to expand on that. This fanfic is a crossover between Naruto and the Dark Souls games, particularly Dark Souls 1.

Now, do you need to go and play Dark Souls to understand this fanfic? No, frankly, no. I am going to explain a lot of the lore and game mechanics, so whether you've played Dark Souls or not, it doesn't matter—you can follow this story. But if you have read the lore or played the games, you'll find a lot of cool things and think, "I remember that when I played it!"

Now, the important thing.

This story is going to be divided into two portions.

Context:
Naruto in this fanfic has the ability to jump back and forth from the Dark Souls universe to his own. You can interpret this as Naruto becoming a Dark Souls player, with the twist that he can use any items, spells, system, etc., in his own universe.

For example, in the Dark Souls universe, you can find the item firebomb. Now, Naruto can throw that firebomb at someone like Orochimaru in his own universe.

Since Naruto is hopping back and forth between the Dark Souls universe and his own, the chapters are going to be divided into:

Dark Souls Portion (where Naruto goes through DS1)

Naruto Portion (where Naruto deals with his own universe's problems)

Why am I telling you this? Because the titles of the chapters will be like:

Chapter 1: Dark Souls

Chapter 2: Naruto

Chapter 3: Dark Souls, etc.

With this format, anyone who wants to just strictly read the Naruto portion can, for whatever reason. Also, I'll add a separate, actual title at the start of each chapter.

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Disclaimer:
This fanwork is a non-canon creation by Adamo_Amet, who does not claim ownership of any intellectual properties (IPs) referenced herein. All mentioned IPs remain the sole property of their respective holders.

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Why Include Support Links?
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Chapter no.1 Prologue

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Giggles echoed through the dark forest, and Naruto couldn't help but laugh louder, aware of how ridiculous he must have looked—alone and laughing under the moonlit trees. But none of that mattered—not tonight. Because after countless failed attempts and frustrations, he'd finally done it: he'd made a stupid clone that actually worked.

He stared at the figure before him, barely containing his excitement. It was a perfect mirror image: those three distinctive whisker-like lines on each cheek that marked him as... well, him, gave it a somewhat feral look. His spiky, bright yellow hair seemed to almost glow in the dim light, and those blue eyes of his... they were just as vivid on his clone. Dressed in his signature bright orange jacket with blue shoulders and the white fur collar, it wore the exact mesh armor undershirt and blue open-toed sandals.

"It's perfect," he whispered, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"Great, with this I can become a genin," he began, only to be cut off by his own clone, "I'll take my first step into becoming Hokage."

Naruto blinked, taken aback. Since when did clones talk back? This was new.

He tentatively poked it, half-expecting his hand to pass through an illusion, as had happened so many times in class when he'd walk through the clones just to annoy everyone. But not this time. His finger met solid flesh.

"My clone is solid... and can talk," he concluded, a wide Cheshire grin spreading across his face. "You know what that means, right?"

The clone nodded, seemingly as excited as he was.

"My clone jutsu is better than everyone else's."

That thought alone filled Naruto with a deep, satisfying pride. He watched, intrigued and a bit confused, as his clone moved towards the forbidden scroll of seals—a large, ominous-looking scroll with dark green highlights, nearly as tall as him.

"What are you doing?" Naruto asked, even though the answer was probably as clear as the night sky above them.

"We have some time before Mizuki-sensei comes. Let's learn another jutsu," it suggested, its voice eerily similar to his.

"Let's do it!"

Naruto's initial excitement to dive into some epic jutsu from the forbidden scroll crashed hard against the reality of these stupid lines—seals, complicated ones, way beyond the simple tricks he used for his pranks. They weaved through the parchment like some complex web designed to keep him out.

As his clone diligently spread the scroll across the forest floor, he struggled with the urge to tell it that it was useless. Those seals were a lock he couldn't pick. But just as he was about to give up hope, the entire scroll unfurled, revealing its secrets layer by layer.

"It's like an onion," the clone muttered, and Naruto couldn't help but agree. The scroll, once fully opened, displayed not just one, but multiple layered seals. There was an individual seal on each section of the scroll and a massive one overarching everything. A spark of recognition flickered through his mind—it was a storage seal. He didn't fully understand the mechanics, but he knew enough: this seal could store things, kind of like a pocket, and you just needed to pump chakra into it to work it.

Considering the size of this seal, it would probably take a ton of chakra. But chakra was something Naruto never seemed to run out of. He recalled how his classmates, even Sasuke, that show-off, would be panting and dragging after using just a handful of sealing scrolls. Sasuke could manage twenty-four at his best, while most others couldn't handle more than six. Him? He could laugh his way through a hundred of those scrolls without breaking a sweat.

So, standing there with his clone beside him, both of them staring down at this massive, intricate seal, a reckless grin spread across his face. "Well, it looks like it's just a matter of chakra," he said, more to himself than to the clone. "And if there's one thing I've got plenty of, it's that."

"Let's open this up and see what cool item is inside."

He and his clone placed their hands on the center of the seal, ready to channel their chakra into it. It felt like inserting a key into a lock, turning it, and waiting for the tumblers to fall into place.

As they pushed their chakra into the seal, Naruto could feel the familiar surge from the pit of his stomach, traveling up through his arms. It was a sensation that had become almost second nature to him—this flowing, pulsing energy that was the source of all his abilities. But this time, something was different. The seal didn't just accept his chakra; it pulled on it, greedily drawing more and more.

The drain was intense, more forceful than anything he'd ever experienced. His clone, unable to sustain itself, dissipated in a puff of smoke. A sharp pain shot through him as he struggled to maintain the flow of chakra, the strain overwhelming. For the first time, he truly felt what chakra exhaustion was like. It clawed at him, sapping his strength and leaving him gasping for breath.

Then, as abruptly as it had begun, the pulling stopped. The seal had taken what it needed, and with a final greedy gulp, it opened. A thick puff of smoke erupted from the scroll, and Naruto collapsed onto the ground, his body hitting the dirt hard. Lying there, every breath was a battle. The forest around him spun slightly, the trees blurring into dark smears against the night sky.

Pain throbbed through his limbs, and his head felt like it was stuffed with wool. He was drained—more drained than he had ever been in all his pranks or training sessions. This was a new frontier of weakness for him, and as he lay there, trying to regain even a shred of energy, he realized just how much he had underestimated the power of that seal. The cool earth beneath him was a minor comfort to his overheated skin, and he closed his eyes, focusing on just drawing breath after ragged breath, trying to center himself and recover from the ordeal.

The thing that really ticked Naruto off was that after all that effort, after all the chakra he poured into that seal, it opened to absolutely nothing.

"Bastard seal, you took my chakra, now give me your secrets!" he shouted at the scroll as he quickly sat up, furiously brushing the dirt off his clothes. As his chakra started trickling back, he couldn't help but think about his classmates who always complained about chakra exhaustion. Guess their recovery speed isn't as great as the great Naruto Uzumaki.

That thought briefly cooled his anger, giving him a moment of smug satisfaction. But it only lasted a second before he went back to glaring at the seal.

He didn't expect what happened next, though.

The phenomenon unfolding before Naruto was mesmerizing. At first glance, it appeared as a flow of fire, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that this was not ordinary flame—it was chakra, tinged with a vibrant orange hue that radiated a palpable heat. The chakra spiraled upward, weaving and dancing like a living entity, its movements graceful yet charged with energy. As it ascended, it began to coalesce into a ring, floating serenely above the seal.

This ring of chakra was not just a simple circle; it pulsed with life, expanding and contracting rhythmically as if breathing. The edges of the ring shimmered with a lighter orange, almost golden, creating a stark contrast against the darker core. The entire spectacle emitted a soft, warm glow that illuminated the surrounding area, casting dancing shadows and painting everything in hues of fiery orange.

It was like watching the sun itself being forged.

Drawn to it instinctively, like a moth to a flame, his hand reached out slowly. The moment his finger touched the ring of fire, there was a massive flash of light that blinded him.

Suddenly, everything went dark.

Naruto found himself in complete darkness, and he didn't like that at all. Not that he was scared of the dark—he'd spent plenty of time alone at night—but this was different. He was confused.

Where am I? Is this a dream? Did I get knocked out? What was that ring of fire?

So many questions swirled in his head, and as usual in his life, for all his questions, he was only met with the silence of the dark.

As Naruto walked through the enveloping darkness, it felt less like a forest and more like he was stumbling around inside a vast, unlit room. "I'm pretty sure Ayame would be terrified of this place," he muttered to himself, half-trying to crack a joke to ease his own creeping nerves. Even as he walked, his steps seemed to make no difference; he couldn't tell if he had moved an inch.

"Jiji, are you there?" His voice echoed slightly, a lonely sound in the thick darkness. "Is this some kind of punishment for knocking you out with the sexy jutsu? I'm sorry." He pinched his ears, a gesture of contrition, though it felt silly doing it alone in the dark. But the silence that followed was disheartening, pressing in around him with an almost physical weight.

"Is anyone there?!" His voice cracked, a weak, trembling sound that he hardly recognized as his own. He was scared, more scared than he liked to admit, more scared than he ever wanted anyone to see.

Just as the unease was about to overwhelm him, something lit up the darkness. Naruto flinched hard, his heart leaping into his throat as a sudden light burst through the blackness. His eyes, adjusted to the dark, squinted painfully against the brightness, and he instinctively threw his arms up to shield his face.

The light was stark, harsh, cutting through the shadows like a knife as Naruto saw it—ten rings of fire arrayed before him, their flames flickering with the same intensity as the fire he'd brushed against just before stumbling into this strange place.

Curious, he approached one of the rings, and as he did, it expanded. Blinking in astonishment, he saw a figure that looked like him—or a clone of him—but decked out in a way he had never seen before. He wore armor, complete with a chest plate, shoulder guards, and gauntlets, all forged from what looked like steel. In his right hand, he held a sword, a classic straight blade that gleamed with a sharp edge. Naruto had always dreamed of wielding a sword. In his left hand, he carried a shield, rounded and made of reinforced metal.

"This is so cool," he muttered under his breath, his eyes wide with wonder, yet confused about why the ring of fire was showing him this illusion.

"Do I get the cool sword if I touch it?" he asked aloud, half-expecting an answer, but the silence that followed was answer enough.

Pausing, Naruto turned to survey the other nine remaining rings, a spark of curiosity igniting within him. Just then, a scroll unfurled in front of him, looking like ancient parchment. The words etched upon it read:

Warrior Class: Weapon Expert. High strength, dexterity.

He glanced back at his armored self, piecing it together in his head.

"I think I get it now, dattebayo!" he exclaimed, excitement bubbling up. "If I touch you, I get to be a weapon expert and be super strong and…" he stumbled over the next word, "dex-something." He didn't know what dexterity meant, but the promise of high strength was more than enough to capture his interest.

Naruto, however, moved toward the nine remaining classes, each step fueled by the thrilling possibility of discovering what other strengths and skills he might gain from these mysterious rings of fire.

Next up was the knight class. The scroll declared it as: "Low ranking knight, high HP, solid armor. Not easily toppled."

This illusion wore much more metal than the warrior—practically encased in steel. Naruto scratched his head, wondering, "What the hell is a knight?"

But not finding an answer in the silent flickers of flame, he shrugged and moved on to the next class.

Wanderer: Wields scimitar, High dexterity.

This time, the figure he decided to call by their class name—Wanderer Naruto—was clad in dark leather armor with a hood, very different from the flashy metal of the knight. He held a curved sword, which Naruto guessed was the scimitar. His shield, bizarrely, looked like a bowl of ramen.

Naruto snorted at the sight.

Dressed in these dark, emo-ish clothes, he looked way too much like that teme, Sasuke. "At least if I pick this class, I could use the shield as a ramen bowl," he mused, a smirk playing on his lips.

Then came the thief class—described as: "High critical hits, Has master key."

Thief Naruto was armed with a dagger, only slightly bigger than a kunai, and carried a shield that was laughably small compared to the others. Frankly, he wasn't impressed by this class at all, though he was a bit curious about what this master key could do.

Next in line was the bandit class—tagged as: "High strength. Wields heavy battle axe."

Glancing at the muscular figure before him, Naruto couldn't help but joke to the empty air, "Do I get that body if I choose this class?"

He wasn't exactly scrawny, but Bandit Naruto was on another level of muscular—frankly, his bicep was bigger than both of his arms combined!

He eyed the illusion up and down. The armor ensemble included a chainmail hauberk that covered the torso, hanging slightly below the waist for added protection. Over the chainmail, Bandit Naruto wore a leather belt that cinched the loose fabric of his tunic, which fell in rugged layers. Metal pauldrons shielded his shoulders and upper arms, while his lower body was clad in padded fabric trousers tucked into heavy leather boots. To complete his battle-ready appearance, he held a shield adorned with a distinctive spider emblem and a single-headed axe that looked incredibly dangerous.

Naruto was seriously tempted to select this one. The cool shield, the menacing axe, and those muscles… he couldn't deny the appeal. He could almost picture it: Sakura-chan seeing him like this and immediately forgetting all about that emo, Sasuke. The thought made him giggle.

With a reluctant sigh, Naruto pulled himself away from the bandit's enticing offer.

There were still more classes to check out, and he couldn't make up his mind just yet.

As the next ring of fire revealed itself, the hunter class appeared—Bow-wielding hunter, decent at close range but weak with magic.

The illusion before Naruto was dressed in leather-padded armor, holding a bow and arrow, with a quiver full of green-dyed arrows slung across his back.

"Wait, weak to magic?" he muttered, scratching his head. He was more curious about what that meant than the actual class. Magic? In his world? The idea sparked a flurry of questions, but before he could dwell on them, the next class appeared.

Sorcerer of Vinheim Dragon School. Casts soul sorceries.

The illusion that materialized almost made Naruto's excitement crash and burn—Sorcerer Naruto looked, well, like a nerd, especially with that ridiculous hat and those drab clothes. It wasn't that he was mad, just… disappointed. The class description sounded so cool—Dragon school?! Soul Sorceries?!—like something straight out of a fantasy. Does that mean free ninjutsu for him?

"Let's just move to the next," he sighed, feeling a bit heartbroken, though the idea of soul sorceries and a dragon school kept replaying in his mind. He couldn't shake off the images: Dragon school? If I choose this, does it mean I go back to school but get taught by flying lizards?

Next in line was the pyromancer class—labeled as "Swamp pyromancer. Casts fire spells and wields a hand axe."

The illusion, Pyromancer Naruto, clutched a wooden shield in one hand and an axe in the other. He was built pretty solidly, though not as muscular as Bandit Naruto had been. His attire consisted of padded armor and a weird greenish hood that was frayed at the edges.

"You look homeless," Naruto remarked to the illusion, who, predictably, didn't respond. His eyes were drawn to the detail about casting fire spells.

Now, that caught his interest.

He still remembered the day he caught Sasuke training with those damn fireballs. Despite himself, Naruto had to admit, Sasuke's fire jutsu were awesome. And here he was, never taught anything so cool back in the academy.

Then came the cleric class—described as "Cleric on Pilgrimage. Wields a mace and casts healing miracles."

Naruto glanced at Cleric Naruto.

The illusion was… bald.

"Nope. Not going bald."

The last class was something called deprived—labeled "Unclothed enigma. Only armed with a club and old plank shield."

"Gaaa!" Naruto yelped, shutting his eyes tight as soon as he saw Deprived Naruto. The illusion was nearly naked, clad only in a loincloth, holding a club and what looked like part of a broken fence rather than a proper shield.

He quickly stepped back, shaking his head vigorously.

There was absolutely no way he wanted to see himself like that, ever.

"What the hell were the last two classes? Bald and naked?" he grumbled to himself, a frown creasing his forehead as he surveyed the ten rings of fire again.

Naruto didn't need to agonize over this decision for too long.

It boiled down to two exciting options: Bandit class, which looked absolutely awesome, or Pyromancer, because the idea of flinging fire jutsu just to one-up Sasuke had its own appeal.

"My fireball is going to be better," he mumbled to himself, even though he had no clue what specific fire jutsu he'd get.

It didn't matter. The thought of showing Sasuke up was too good to pass up.

"What should I choose?"

The choice gnawed at him. Choices, choices… He pursed his lips, deciding to resolve it with a little rhyme, something to cut through the indecision.

"Which one should I choose?
Just as the Hokage says,
Clones go pop pop pop,
Bombs blast boom boom boom,
Throwing kunai whoosh whoosh whoosh, You lose!"

He had his eyes closed, letting his hand hover and move back and forth above the two options. He could almost hear the flickering flames urging him to decide. When he finally stopped and opened his eyes, they landed on Pyromancer.

A big, goofy grin spread across his face as he placed his hand firmly on the Pyromancer class.

The ring of fire before him flickered in response, acknowledging his choice.

"I can't wait to see the look on everyone's faces when they see my awesome fire jutsu."

A flash of light exploded around Naruto, more intense than anything he'd ever seen. He braced himself, anticipating the familiar scents and sights of the forest to greet him. But when the light dimmed and his eyes adjusted, he realized he was nowhere near home. This place was alien, and the air was thick with a foul stench that hit him like a physical force.

He almost gagged, pinching his nose to shield himself from the overwhelming odor. The source, he discovered with a grimace, was close by—a dead rat, its body bloated and decaying, lay near an old bucket that seemed to have been repurposed as a makeshift toilet. The sight was revolting, and the smell made his eyes water.

He had seen many unpleasant things in his short life, but this was a new level of disgusting.

Turning away, Naruto took in the rest of his surroundings, hoping for a less nauseating view. However, the dungeon that held him was no better. The walls were damp and covered in a thick coat of moss that crawled up from the ground and merged into the shadowy arches of the ceiling. These stone walls told stories of neglect and decay, and the air felt heavy, moist, and cold against his skin.

Dim light trickled in through cracks in the ceiling, casting an eerie glow that barely illuminated the dungeon. Each ray of light seemed to struggle to penetrate the gloom, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air but doing little to warm the chill that had settled deep in his bones. Directly in front of him, an old, rusted metal door stood as the only barrier between him and the unknown. Faint torchlight seeped through the edges, painting a line of gold on the floor that seemed both inviting and mocking.

I don't think I'm in Konoha anymore, he whispered to himself.

As Naruto tried to stand, a harsh clinking sound echoed in the small space, and he looked down to see chains around his ankles. He was not only trapped in this dungeon; he was a prisoner, literally chained to the ground. Dressed in the pyromancer clothes from the vision in the fire rings, he felt a surreal connection to a choice that seemed made in another lifetime.

How? But more importantly, why am I chained up?

The questions circled in his mind like vultures. Is this my punishment for stealing the scroll? he wondered, though the thought seemed ridiculous the more he considered it. The Hokage wouldn't condemn me to such a fate. Jiji's not that harsh…right? Doubt crept in, but he shoved it aside. This has to be something else, some reason.

Sitting back down, Naruto forced himself to look away from the dead rat and the revolting bucket, focusing instead on the damp, mossy stones and the slivers of light.

As he sat there, trying to collect himself, a line of woodlice started crawling toward the rat corpse, their tiny bodies inching along the damp dungeon floor. Where's a fire jutsu when you need it? The idea of using a fireball to incinerate the swarm seemed increasingly appealing, if only to save himself from the creeping disgust.

He paused, looking down at the pyromancer clothes he'd chosen in that ring of fire. Wait, I should have gotten a fire jutsu, right? I got the clothes… He frowned, realizing he was missing the axe and shield that should have come with the outfit. Weird.

Choosing to ignore that for the moment, Naruto jerked his hands toward the advancing bugs and screamed, "Fireball!" Nothing happened. Not a spark, not a flicker of flame—nothing but the echo of his own voice in the cold, stone chamber.

He blinked, staring at his palm as if it had betrayed him.

Where's my fireball?! How can I one-up that emo bastard now? How can I change my status?

The moment the word status left his mouth, something unexpected happened. A screen appeared in front of him—a black and gold screen that shimmered slightly in the dim light. It looked like something out of those magazines about new technology from the Land of Snow, something called a video game. He'd never seen one in person, but this screen right in front of him reminded him of those descriptions.

He stared at it.

How did saying 'status' summon this thing? What even is this screen?

Maybe this screen could help him figure out where his fire jutsu was, or even better, how to get out of these chains and this dungeon.

His heart pounded as he reached out tentatively toward the screen, half-expecting it to vanish like a mirage. But it stayed, solid and glowing softly in the dark.

"Okay, let's see what you can do."

[ Name: Naruto Uzumaki ]
- [ Covenant: None ]
- [ Level: 1 ]
- [ Souls: 0 ]

[ Attributes: ]
- [ Vitality: 10 ]
- [ Attunement: 12 ]
- [ Endurance: 11 ]
- [ Strength: 12 ]
- [ Dexterity: 9 ]
- [ Resistance: 12 ]
- [ Intelligence: 10 ]
- [ Faith: 8 ]
- [ Humanity: 0 ]

[ Stats: ]
- [ HP: 573 / 573 ]
- [ Stamina: 93 ]
- [ Equip Load: 8.0 / 51.0 ]

[ Weapon Stats: ]
- [ R Weapon 1: 20 ]
- [ R Weapon 2: 20 ]
- [ L Weapon 1: 20 ]
- [ L Weapon 2: 20 ]

[ Defense: ]
- [ Physical Defense: 73 (20) ]
- [ VS Strike: 78 ]
- [ VS Slash: 73 ]
- [ VS Thrust: 73 ]
- [ Magic Defense: 73 (13) ]
- [ Flame Defense: 99 (21) ]
- [ Lightning Defense: 59 (16) ]

[ Resistances: ]
- [ Poise: 0 ]
- [ Bleed Resist: 104 ]
- [ Poison Resist: 194 ]
- [ Curse Resist: 35 ]

[ Miscellaneous: ]
- [ Item Discovery: 100 ]
- [ Attunement Slots: 2 ]

[ Attunement Slot 1: Fireball × 8 ]
[ Attunement Slot 2: Empty ]

Naruto blinked in confusion as he stared at the numbers and terms on the screen, not understanding what any of it meant. But his eyes locked onto the one familiar word—fireball—listed under something called an "attunement slot."

Okay, so I have a fireball, but how do I use it?

He tapped on the screen, hoping for some additional info to pop up, but nothing happened. Just as he was about to give up and try something else, the entire room filled with a blinding light. He squinted upwards, shielding his eyes, and as his vision adjusted, he saw him—a knight, armored in a patchwork of gleaming steel and worn leather that fit him like a second skin. His helm, a sculpted piece of metal with narrow slits for eyes, hid his face, but the set of his jaw was unmistakable—this guy meant business. He rested one gauntleted hand on the pommel of his longsword, and in his other hand, he held a shield emblazoned with a golden lion.

"Hey, who are you?" Naruto called out, his voice echoing slightly in the dungeon.

"Oh, you haven't gone full hollow?" the knight asked, his voice filled with surprise.

"What does that mean?" Naruto shot back, but before the knight could explain, he threw down what looked like a corpse at Naruto's feet.

The blonde jumped back, his heart racing. The corpse's skin was pallid and sagging, its eyes hollow and lifeless, and it wore tattered clothes that hung off its frame like rags.

"Hey, weirdo! What's the big idea, huh?" Naruto yelled, his anger flaring up as much as his fear. The knight, unfazed, pointed toward a key hanging from the belt of the corpse.

A key? Yatta, I can finally go free. Oh, Jiji owes me a lot of ramen for making me go through this shit.

Just as this thought crossed his mind, the entire room began to shake violently, dust and small pebbles raining down from the ceiling. It felt like something massive was moving above them, threatening to bring the whole place down.

The knight quickly moved away from the hole in the ceiling through which a sliver of sunlight had been shining. Glancing up, Naruto saw something huge nearly blocking out the light, its massive silhouette ominous and foreboding.

He needs my help! Naruto thought instantly. Without another moment's hesitation, he summoned his shadow clones.

"Let's go."

With a nod to his clone, Naruto motioned for it to run and leap. As it reached him, he clasped his palms together, using them as a step. Channeling chakra into his muscles to enhance his strength, he propelled the clone upwards with all the force he could muster, launching it toward the hole in the ceiling.

"Come on, you guys do the same," he called out to the other clones, watching them replicate the maneuver, helping each other reach the roof. His attention then snapped to the key lying near the chains—a large, rusted piece with a bulky circular handle, its surface marred by dried blood. He grimaced as he picked it up.

He hurriedly unlocked the chains binding him, the metal clinking loudly in the quiet of the dungeon. Once free, he wondered what to do with the key, ultimately deciding to shove it into his pocket. But as soon as he did, the weight of it vanished. Puzzled, he tapped his pocket and even pulled it inside out—nothing.

Where did it go? he muttered, scanning the ground to see if he had dropped it, when a deep, thunderous roar echoed through the dungeon, cutting through his thoughts. The sound was monstrous, full of rage and pain, vibrating through the very walls.

"I'll find the key later, dattebayo."

Naruto sprinted toward his clone, the rapid drumming of his footsteps echoed in the otherwise silent chamber. The clone was ready, hands clasped tightly together, forming a makeshift step. With precision, he planted his right foot into the cupped hands, feeling the push-off as the clone boosted him upwards with a powerful thrust.

The world around him blurred into a whirl of stone and shadow as he was launched into the air. The force of the ascent was intense, rocketing him upward so fast that his stomach flipped with the suddenness of it all. He could feel every muscle tense as he cut through the air, his focus entirely on the small patch of light growing rapidly larger as he approached the hole in the ceiling.

Wind whipped past his ears, a loud whooshing sound that filled the brief flight. For those few seconds, there was nothing but the rush of ascent, the physical reality of moving through space with such speed. It was exhilarating and disorienting, a burst of adrenaline that sharpened his senses and heightened his awareness.

Naruto had done this kind of thing enough times to know how to land without losing his bearings.

With a quick pull, he hauled himself up and onto solid ceiling, landing in a crouch. The rush of the climb didn't throw him off; he was used to this, the sudden shifts in movement, the need to adapt quickly. This was a ninja's bread and butter.

But he didn't have time to take in his surroundings. His gaze was fixed on the thing standing in front of him. Whatever he'd expected when he rushed up here to help the knight, it sure as hell wasn't this.

Towering above him, the creature was a monstrous sight, its skin a grotesque patchwork of bulging, mottled flesh, each fold glistening with a slick, oily sheen. The bloated mass of its body seemed ready to burst, its limbs so twisted and swollen they looked barely capable of supporting its immense weight. From its head, a horrific face leered down at him, crowned with a chaotic tangle of horns that jutted upwards like the gnarled branches of a dead tree. Its eyes burned with a sinister, red glow, full of malevolence. In its gargantuan hand, it held a massive club—more like a weaponized tree trunk—studded with spikes and wrapped in ragged strips of leather. It looked like it was built to crush everything in its path, bone and spirit alike.

Naruto gulped, his throat suddenly dry. This thing was bigger than his entire house back in Konoha.

Every ounce of bravado he usually had evaporated. He found himself rooted to the spot, frozen in a way he'd never been before. He'd fought bullies, sparred in training, faced off against other students. But this—this was different. This was real danger. This was life and death. And for all the big talk he usually spewed, he was terrified. The thought of that monster's club smashing down on him, splintering him into pieces… He couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't breathe.

It's going to kill me.

Then, in a blur of motion, the knight slid between the creature's massive legs, his longsword flashing like silver lightning. He struck hard, the blade slicing into the demon's thick, fleshy calf. Dark blood spurted out, a sickening spray that hit the ground with a wet splatter. The creature let out a deafening roar, stumbling backward as it swung its club wildly, its movements erratic and pained.

Naruto could still feel the fear gripping him, but it wasn't the same all-consuming terror from moments before. Seeing the knight's blade bite into that grotesque mass, watching the demon flinch and stagger… it shattered the image of an unstoppable monster in his mind. This thing could be hurt. It wasn't invincible. His fear didn't vanish, but it shifted, becoming something else, something more manageable.

He could still feel his heart hammering against his ribs, still sense the sweat slicking his palms, but he wasn't frozen anymore. This wasn't just some nightmare he was helpless against. He wasn't helpless. The demon was big, terrifying, but it could bleed. And if it could bleed, it could be beaten.

[ Name: Asylum Demon ]
[ HP: 2,000 / 2,195 ]

Naruto blinked as the window of information flashed in front of him, barely having time to process what it said before the world slowed to a crawl. The Asylum Demon was moving, its massive arm raised high, preparing for a devastating backswing. He could see every muscle in its grotesque form tense as it wound up for the strike, the knight standing there, completely exposed.

It all happened in slow motion—the demon's arm pulling back, its massive weapon glinting in the light as it swung. Naruto's heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline flooding his veins as he watched the knight stand unguarded, no time to react. No! his mind screamed, but before he could even move, there was a puff of smoke, and the knight was gone. In his place, one of Naruto's shadow clones appeared via substitution jutsu, taking the full brunt of the swing.

The demon's attack was so powerful that the shockwave nearly knocked Naruto off the ceiling, the wind whipping violently past him as he struggled to stay grounded. His clone was obliterated instantly, turning into a puff of smoke, dispersing into nothingness. Huh? the knight muttered, clearly confused about what had just happened.

Naruto didn't wait.

His voice rang out, sharp and full of urgency as he shouted to his clones, "Get that fucker!"

Without hesitation, they rushed the demon, attacking with everything they had. Meanwhile, the knight stood there, looking more confused than ever.

"Come on, let's get out of here!" Naruto grabbed his gauntlet, pulling him along as they jumped into the hole together. Channeling chakra to his legs, he braced for the impact, softening the fall so that neither of them would be shattered by the drop. He landed with a thud, but thanks to the chakra, his legs held firm.

The knight, still in shock, stared at Naruto like he'd just seen the impossible. Meanwhile, Naruto scrambled to find the key, his hands moving frantically across the floor.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to find the key! We need to get out of here before that thing—" He didn't finish. The wind roared as the demon swung again, and Naruto grabbed his head, overwhelmed by the sudden rush of memories flooding back from his clones. He didn't even know that was possible, but in an instant, he saw everything—none of his clones had even scratched the demon. It had wiped them all out with ease, each one vanishing into smoke with a single swing.

"Don't worry," the knight said, his voice strangely calm. "The demon won't come into the asylum."

"What?" Naruto looked up, his heart hammering as he followed the knight's gaze. The demon's massive form loomed above the hole, its eye staring down at them. For a moment, sheer terror gripped Naruto. He couldn't move. It felt like those eyes could swallow him whole, like the weight of its gaze alone could crush him.

But, like the knight said, the demon didn't move. It stared for a moment longer, then slowly turned and lumbered away. Naruto was still trembling, his breath shaky, his mind trying to catch up with everything that had just happened.

"Are you okay?" the knight asked, his voice cutting through the haze of thoughts racing in Naruto's head. He took a deep breath and forced a wide grin onto his face, masking the storm of confusion that had taken hold of him.

"Of course! You think a measly demon can scare the great Naruto Uzumaki?"

"Naruto Uzumaki," the knight repeated, sounding out the name like he was testing how it felt on his tongue.

"Yep, that's me! And I'm gonna be the greatest Hokage in Konoha," Naruto added, puffing out his chest. But the moment the words left his mouth, he noticed the knight tilt his head slightly.

"You are a strange one, aren't you?" the knight said.

"Well, this strange one just saved your life, dattebayo!" Naruto shot back, crossing his arms.

The knight chuckled, the sound almost warm despite the grim surroundings, and he stretched out his hand. "That you did. My name's Oscar, Knight of Astora. Pleased to meet you."

"You're not from Konoha?" Naruto asked as he grabbed Oscar's hand and shook it. His grip was firm but not crushing.

"I'm not aware of this Konoha you speak of. I am a proud elite knight of Astora, here on my pilgrimage to Lordran."

Lordran? Astora? None of it made any sense. Naruto blinked, trying to process the words, but it was like trying to read a scroll in a language he'd never even seen before. His mind reeled, every question he had piling up on top of each other like a mountain he couldn't climb.

How did I get here? What happened to Konoha? Where is this place?!

He could feel panic rising inside him, but somehow, he didn't let it show. That was new. Usually, his emotions were right there for everyone to see, no filter. But this time, the chaos inside him stayed bottled up. Even he was surprised by how calm he seemed on the outside.

"Is something wrong?"

"No," Naruto lied, though the word felt hollow even as it left his mouth.

"Then why are you still shaking my hand?"

Naruto blinked and realized with a start that he hadn't let go of Oscar's hand. His face flushed with embarrassment, and he quickly pulled his hand back, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Sorry, I just...," he stammered, scrambling for words, the weight of everything he didn't understand pressing down on him. But instead of spiraling, he quickly switched gears. "Where's the key?"

Changing the topic was easier than confronting the questions pounding in his head. He'd figure it out later. Right now, he just needed to focus on getting out of here.

Naruto paused, his eyes flicking back to the glowing system window that floated in front of him. Curiosity gnawed at him, a thought bubbling up from the back of his mind. "I wonder..." he whispered, barely audible even to himself. "Item."

To his shock, the command worked.

[ Inventory ]
— [ Consumables ]
— [ Upgrade Materials ]
— [ Key Items ]
— [ Spells ]
— [ Weapons ]
— [ Ammunition ]
— [ Armour ]
— [ Rings ]

Naruto selected Key Items and clicked on the Dungeon Cell Key.

In an instant, the key materialized in his pocket, as if he had summoned it from thin air. He felt it for a second, still marveling at how this weird system responded to his words. Without another word, he held it up for Oscar to see.

Oscar didn't say anything, but his face showed clear surprise. Naruto could tell the knight had no idea how he'd just done that, and frankly, he didn't either.

"Come on, let's get out of here," he said as he unlocked the rusted metal gate and pushed it open with a creak.

As soon as the door opened, the hall stretched out before him, and he froze. The dungeon was massive, its walls arching into the ceiling like the ribs of some ancient, long-dead beast. Prison cells lined the walls, each one filled with broken metal bars that looked as if they had been wrenched apart by sheer force. Torches flickered along the corridor, casting eerie shadows that danced across the stone floor.

But what really caught Naruto's attention were the figures shambling in the distance. They weren't human—at least, not anymore. Their flesh was peeling away, leaving patches of raw, red meat exposed. Some had barely any skin left at all, their bodies twisted and grotesque. They clutched broken sword hilts in their decaying hands, their eyes hollow and lifeless. The only thing they wore were tattered loincloths, their forms hunched and pitiful.

"What... what are these?" Naruto muttered under his breath, the sight sending a chill down his spine.

"Hollows," Oscar said as he stepped forward, gripping his longsword with both hands. The blade gleamed faintly in the torchlight.

"Hollows?"

"An undead that has lost its purpose."

Naruto stared at the creatures, his mind racing. An undead that had lost its purpose… something about that hit hard, though he couldn't explain why. Shaking the thought away, he glanced at Oscar's sword, an idea forming in his head.

"Can I... um, maybe use your sword?"

"Why?" Oscar asked, not unkindly, but curious.

"I've never used a sword before and…"

Oscar cut Naruto off. "Very well," he said, handing over the longsword.

"Huh, you agreed that easily?"

"Of course. You saved my life," Oscar said with a nod. "And I think teaching you some basic sword skills would be a fair way to repay my debt."

Naruto grinned despite the tension hanging in the air.

"Really? Alright! Let's do this, dattebyo!" he said, gripping the sword, feeling its weight in his hands.

Oscar glanced at the hollows, who stood idle, almost as if they were waiting.

"They are docile hollow," he said, eyeing them carefully. "Perfect test subjects."

Naruto's face lit up like a firework. No one had ever really bothered to teach him anything when he asked. The academy teachers mostly ignored him or brushed him off. But here was Oscar, actually taking the time to show him how to wield a sword.

He felt... grateful. Really grateful.

"This is the Astoria Straight Sword."

Naruto grabbed it, feeling the cold metal grip in his hand. It was heavier than he expected, the weight almost pulling his arm down. He tried to adjust, gripping it tighter, but the sword felt awkward, almost like it didn't belong in his hand. The blade seemed to resist every motion, like he was trying to force it to move in ways it wasn't meant to. The hilt was firm and sturdy, but as he shifted his grip, the sword wobbled slightly in his hand, revealing just how inexperienced he was with it.

"So, what kind of special move are you going to teach me?" Naruto asked, doing a couple of wild swings. They were sloppy, and he knew it. The sword felt too heavy, too clumsy, and the way he swung it only made it more obvious that he'd never held one in his life. He could barely keep it steady as he brought it around.

"I remember when I was younger, I had the same thoughts. Trying to master some amazing sword technique that looked flashy."

Naruto paused, listening closely. Oscar wasn't like the teachers back at the academy. He wasn't lecturing him or making him feel stupid. He actually wanted to teach him, and Naruto wasn't going to waste that. He promised himself he would take this seriously, to repay Oscar for the time he was giving him.

"But life on the battlefield has taught me something important," Oscar continued. "The basics of a weapon are more valuable than any fancy technique."

He raised two fingers in front of Naruto. "Let me teach you two basic techniques that will keep you safe. These apply to any weapon you might use."

Naruto nodded, trying to lock in every word. Two techniques. Got it.

"The first," Oscar said, lifting his sword with one hand, "is the weak attack." He stepped forward and swung horizontally in a swift, clean motion that seemed effortless. The blade moved in a direct line, cutting through the air with precision. "A weak attack uses one hand for a quicker strike. The goal is speed and efficiency—getting the blade to your opponent before they can react. You want to minimize the distance between you and the target, striking quickly and recovering just as fast."

Naruto watched closely as Oscar demonstrated, noticing how he kept his movements compact. His stance was solid, and he didn't waste energy.

"A weak attack isn't about power," Oscar added. "It's about speed, control, and keeping yourself ready for whatever comes next."

Naruto nodded, trying to absorb the lesson. Speed, not strength. That made sense, especially for him. He wasn't exactly the biggest guy around, but he could be fast.

Then, Oscar shifted his stance, this time gripping the sword with both hands. "Now, the strong attack."

He brought the sword up high and drove it down in a powerful vertical strike, his whole body behind the motion. The blade sliced through the air with force, and Naruto could feel the weight of the swing even from where he stood.

"A strong attack requires more strength and endurance," Oscar explained. "You commit more of your body to the swing, using both hands for maximum impact. The goal is to deal significant damage, to break through defenses. It's slower, but the power behind it makes it difficult for an opponent to block or counter."

He alternated between stabs and upward swings, showing Naruto how to use the full range of motion with a strong attack.

"The key to a strong attack," Oscar said, "is timing. You need to know when to use it. It leaves you open, but if timed correctly, it can end a fight quickly."

"You think I'll be able to do this?" Naruto asked, staring nervously at the hollows.

"Of course," Oscar said, his voice steady and confident. The way he spoke, like he genuinely believed in Naruto, sent a jolt of determination through his chest. If Oscar thought he could do it, then he was going to give it his best shot.

He took a deep breath, gripping the sword tightly in his hand. "Okay, weak attack," he muttered to himself, stepping forward. He swung at the first hollow, aiming for a quick, precise strike just like Oscar had shown him, but he misjudged the distance. The sword barely grazed the hollow's side, the swing off-balance and sloppy. He nearly tripped over his own feet, his heart pounding as he stumbled backward, expecting the hollow to lunge at him.

But it didn't move, just stood there, swaying slightly. Naruto gulped, the near-miss making his stomach twist.

"Failure is part of learning, young Naruto. Don't let it define you—learn from it and do better."

"Yeah," Naruto whispered to himself, taking another deep breath. He stepped forward again, raising the sword and focusing on the hollow in front of him. This time, he swung with more control, keeping his movements compact. The blade connected solidly, cutting into the hollow's side with a quick, clean motion.

"Good," Oscar said, his tone approving. "Remember, keep your stance steady and use your body to guide the sword, not just your arms. You want to be quick, but stay balanced."

Naruto nodded, adjusting his footing and trying to follow Oscar's advice. There was another hollow nearby, and he turned to face it, taking a moment to center himself before attacking. This time, the weak attack felt smoother, his grip more secure as he drove the blade forward. The hollow crumpled under the strike, and he felt a rush of satisfaction.

"Excellent," Oscar praised. "Now, the strong attack. Use your whole body. Don't rush it—focus on power and precision."

With Oscar's words echoing in his head, Naruto turned toward the last hollow at the end of the hall. He raised the sword high, gripping it with both hands. "Here goes nothing," he muttered, and then he swung down hard, using all his strength. The sword cut through the air and struck the hollow with a force that reverberated up his arms. It wasn't perfect, but it was a huge improvement from his earlier attempts.

Standing at the top of the stairs, Naruto let out a breathless shout, his heart racing with exhilaration. Swinging a sword is awesome!

He felt alive, the thrill of the fight buzzing through him like lightning.

He turned, ready to ascend the stairs, when Oscar's voice stopped him. "Wait, young Naruto."

Naruto blinked, remembering the sword in his hand. "Oh, yeah. This is your sword. I should give it back."

But Oscar shook his head. "No, you forgot to claim your prize." He pointed to the hollows Naruto had defeated. Naruto followed his gaze and saw a strange white light swirling above the fallen enemies, forming into small orbs.

"What is it?"

"This is a soul," Oscar explained. "Souls can be used to strengthen your abilities. By spending them, you can enhance aspects of your body, like strength, dexterity, and more."

Naruto glanced at the status screen that had appeared earlier, at the numbers that represented different attributes of his body. Maybe, if he collected these souls, he could make those numbers go up and get stronger.

"How do I claim this soul?" Naruto asked eagerly, his eyes fixed on the glowing orbs.

"Just grab it."

Naruto reached out and touched one of the white orbs. It seemed to dissolve, the light sinking into his skin and spreading through his body. It felt warm, a strange, almost tingly sensation that surged through him like a jolt of energy.

"Okay, how do I get stronger?"

"Let's wait until we're in a safe zone," Oscar replied calmly. "Then I'll show you."

Naruto nodded, understanding. There was no point in powering up if they were about to get attacked again.

"Do you still want your sword back?" he offered again.

But Oscar just pointed down the hall. Naruto turned to see another hollow, this one moving toward them, its steps uneven and jerky.

Naruto grinned, feeling a surge of confidence. "Looks like I've got a moving target now!"

---

Naruto grumbled as he climbed up the cold, metal ladder, his muscles still aching from that ridiculous fight earlier. He could hear Oscar trying—and failing—not to laugh behind him. The fight with that moving hollow had been a disaster. He'd missed his first swing completely, and the hollow went berserk, flailing its sword around like a madman. It nearly ended with Naruto getting skewered in the butt, all because he panicked and tried to run away. Thankfully, the substitution jutsu saved his ass, literally. He sighed, shaking his head at the memory.

But as he continued to climb, a strange feeling washed over him, something warm and familiar, like being wrapped up in a blanket on a cold night. It felt... safe, like being home. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Looks like there's a bonfire near us," Oscar said, his voice calm and reassuring.

"Bonfire?" Naruto echoed, confused. What did a fire have to do with this weird sensation? He pushed on, finally reaching the surface, and the sight that greeted him took his breath away.

He found himself in a vast, ancient courtyard, silent and still, like the world had forgotten this place existed. The stones beneath his feet were worn smooth, their surface polished by countless footsteps from a time long past. Crumbling walls, standing defiantly against the march of time, surrounded the space, their once-great height now broken and jagged. Ivy crawled up the weathered stone, clinging desperately to the remains of archways and columns that spoke of a grandeur long faded.

Naruto stared at the architecture in awe. It was huge, imposing, yet... so broken. The sight hit him harder than he expected. Was this what Konoha could become someday? A place of proud history reduced to ruins? He'd always seen Konoha as this bright, strong home from the top of the Hokage Monument. Was this the fate that awaited it, too? The thought sent a chill down his spine.

"Let's take a rest," Oscar said, breaking Naruto's reverie. He pointed towards a strange sword embedded in the ground.

"Is this place safe?" Naruto asked, the unease still lingering.

"Of course. There's a bonfire here."

"The sword?" Naruto asked, his confusion deepening.

Oscar walked up to it, removing his glove. Naruto blinked in surprise when he saw Oscar's hand—it looked like those hollows they'd fought earlier. He wanted to say something, but it felt wrong, like pointing out something personal and painful. He kept quiet, not wanting to disrespect Oscar after all he'd done for him.

Oscar didn't seem to notice Naruto's silence. He sliced his palm and let the blood drip onto the base of the sword. As the drops touched the ground, the sword suddenly ignited, flames bursting forth from its base, casting a warm, inviting glow over the courtyard.

And then, that sensation of safety overwhelmed Naruto. The tension drained from his body, the stress and fear that had been gnawing at him since he arrived in this strange world melted away. He let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding and sank to the ground, the exhaustion hitting him all at once. He lay back, staring up at the sky. His mind was blank, for the first time in what felt like forever, and he just let himself feel the warmth and peace wash over him. No worries, no fears, just the quiet crackle of the fire and the sense that, for now, he was safe.

Naruto closed his eyes, the stone beneath him surprisingly comfortable, and for the first time in what felt like ages, he didn't think about what came next. He just let himself be.

The peaceful warmth from the bonfire was shattered in an instant. Naruto's eyes snapped open, and he bolted upright, heart racing. He glanced over to see Oscar calmly filling a few bottles—with fire. Fire, just casually flowing into the bottles like water.

Naruto rubbed his eyes, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. "Sensei..."

"I know," Oscar replied, his voice steady. "I saw it too."

Just moments before, they had both caught a glimpse of the Asylum Demon soaring through the sky, heading toward the massive door in front of them. The same door they were supposed to go through. And from the look of it, the demon was waiting right on the other side.

"What now?" Naruto asked, his voice uncertain as he watched Oscar stand up and brandish his sword. What was he doing? Was he actually planning on fighting that thing?

"Sensei?"

Oscar turned to him, his expression serious but calm. "Naruto, can you tell me what the most important thing is in a battle?"

"Uh… not getting hurt?"

"Awareness," Oscar corrected, and for a moment, Naruto was more confused than ever. Oscar stepped forward, his sword gripped lightly in one hand. With a swift motion, he stabbed forward, but it was just a light jab—more of a poke than a real attack. Naruto was about to question it when, in a sudden flick, Oscar twisted his wrist, turning the stab into a quick slash. The blade grazed Naruto's cheek, just enough to draw a small line of blood.

"Hey!" Naruto yelped, stepping back and pressing a hand to his cheek.

"Awareness," Oscar repeated, his tone firm. "It's about knowing everything that's happening around you—where your enemies are, what they're planning, and how to react before they even strike. You could be the strongest fighter in the world, but if you're blind to your surroundings, you're as good as defeated."

Naruto blinked, the sting of the cut still fresh, but Oscar's words began to sink in. He thought back to the fight with the hollows, how he'd missed his swing and nearly got himself impaled because he wasn't paying attention to what the hollow was doing. Yeah, he was strong, but he hadn't been aware. He hadn't seen the bigger picture.

"I get that… but why are you standing up for this?"

"I'm going to teach you a technique that will help you always be aware of your enemy. It's something I developed, a technique that earned me the title of knight."

Naruto's heart skipped a beat, excitement bubbling up inside him. A special technique? One that could help him stay aware of everything around him? This was huge. "Is it a powerful technique?"

Oscar chuckled softly. "You can judge that for yourself."

"What's it called?"

"The Way of Focality."

"The Way of Focality," Oscar said, "is awareness born from focus."

Naruto tilted his head, confused. "Focus? Like… what does that even mean?"

Oscar nodded, seemingly expecting the boy's confusion. "To me, Focality makes the world disappear. You only see your enemy, and no matter what move they make, you'll see the path. You'll know how to respond."

His words sounded impressive, but honestly, the theory flew right over Naruto's head. He tried to picture it, but all he could see in his mind was a blank void with some enemy in the middle of it. It didn't make sense. He scratched the back of his head, unsure how to even start learning something like that.

Oscar saw Naruto's confusion and chuckled. "I thought as much. Well then, the only way to truly understand it is through experience. Let's begin."

Before Naruto could protest, Oscar drew his sword, and Naruto instinctively gripped his tighter. His heart pounded in his chest as he realized what Oscar meant—he was going to teach him through battle. Real-life battle. No theory, no long-winded explanations, just the cold, hard edge of a blade.

Naruto took a deep breath, bracing himself as Oscar took a stance. His movements were calm, deliberate.

Naruto made the first move. A quick, weak attack—just as Oscar had taught him. He swung horizontally, aiming to catch Oscar off-guard. But Oscar moved with such ease, sidestepping the strike and countering with a light tap of his blade against Naruto's wrist. It wasn't enough to cut him, but it was a clear message: Naruto had left himself wide open.

"Stay focused."

Gritting his teeth, Naruto adjusted his grip and went in again, this time with a strong attack. He raised the sword high and brought it down with all the force he could muster, hoping the extra power would catch Oscar off balance. But again, Oscar deflected the blow effortlessly, his blade turning Naruto's aside with a swift motion that left Naruto stumbling forward.

Oscar didn't even move much. It was like he could predict everything Naruto was going to do before he even did it.

Frustrated, Naruto launched another weak attack, this time trying to follow up quickly with a second strike. His plan was to overwhelm Oscar with speed. But Oscar's sword was already there, meeting his with a clang before twisting and redirecting the swing. The next moment, Naruto felt the flat of Oscar's blade press gently against his side.

"Focus," Oscar repeated, his voice calm and patient. "You're thinking too much about your moves. Feel the flow of battle, not just the mechanics of it."

Naruto was trying, really trying, but every time he swung, every time he attacked, Oscar was two steps ahead.

Again, Naruto raised his sword for a strong attack, this time hoping to break through Oscar's defense. But Oscar was already moving before Naruto could even fully commit to the strike. His sword arced in a clean, precise motion, knocking Naruto's aside as though it were nothing. In that instant, Naruto realized how far ahead Oscar truly was—how completely outmatched he felt.

"You're too powerful, sensei," Naruto grumbled, wiping sweat from his brow.

"Don't be discouraged—"

"Discouraged?!" the blonde cut him off, his voice rising. "I don't even know the meaning of that word!"

Oscar tilted his head, about to explain. "Discouraged means—"

"Are you stupid or something?" Naruto interrupted, shooting him a look.

"You're the one who said you didn't know the meaning."

Naruto huffed, refusing to back down. "Well, let's see if you can explain the meaning of this ass-whooping! Multi-Shadow Clone Jutsu!"

In an instant, the courtyard was filled with twenty of Naruto, all grinning confidently. He spread his clones out, trying to surround Oscar. This time, he thought, I'm going to overwhelm him. No more losing!

Oscar raised an eyebrow. "A little unfair, don't you think?"

"This is fair, dattebayo!" all the clones shouted in unison before charging forward.

But that confidence quickly faded.

As soon as Naruto's clones started swinging their swords, things got... messy. They bumped into each other, some slashing too close, causing clones to pop in quick bursts of smoke. It was chaos. Inexperience was written all over the battlefield. Half of the army wiped itself out before even getting close to Oscar. By the time Naruto realized how bad things were, only a few of them were left standing.

Oscar didn't even seem fazed as his sword flashed, stabbing one of the clones, which burst into smoke.

"You need to learn battle formations for these... doppelgangers," he said as he casually struck down another clone with a precise jab.

"I think I'll get the hang of it!" one of the remaining clones shouted as it rushed forward with a horizontal attack.

With a slight twist of his wrist, Oscar parried the sword, knocking it aside with a sharp clang. In the same motion, his sword shot forward in a clean, practiced thrust, catching the clone in the chest. The clone barely had time to register the hit before it popped into smoke.

Oscar dodged the kunai Naruto threw, but before he could recover, the clones launched a barrage of shurikens, filling the air with spinning blades. Naruto grinned, feeling like he finally had the upper hand. But just as he thought he had Oscar, the knight whipped out his shield, effortlessly blocking the kunai. Naruto's smile faltered.

Then, Oscar charged—shield in front.

Three of Naruto's clones rushed him, each using a heavy attack. For a moment, Naruto thought this would be it. Three against one! But Oscar blocked all three with ease, his shield taking the brunt of the attacks. Before Naruto could react, Oscar kicked the middle clone hard enough to make it pop into smoke.

The remaining two clones swung horizontally, hoping to catch him off guard. Oscar parried one of them with his shield, and to Naruto's shock, he turned his back to the other clone. Naruto expected the clone's sword to land a solid hit, but the blade clanged uselessly against Oscar's armor. That's when it hit Naruto—armor wasn't just for show. It could turn an attack into nothing.

Oscar moved swiftly, popping the second clone with a stab and gut-punching the last one so hard it dissolved into smoke. The courtyard was empty, nothing but the faint trails of dissipating chakra left behind.

Oscar stood in the center of the courtyard, looking around.

"Student," Oscar muttered under his breath, and Naruto couldn't help but grin from his hiding spot. He was calling him his student now.

Hidden slightly to the side, Naruto was using the Transformation Jutsu, coating himself in a thin layer of chakra to reflect and refract the light around him, effectively camouflaging himself. He'd always used this jutsu as a gag—turning into a sexy woman for laughs. But now, he realized why they'd been taught this technique. It was actually useful.

Naruto watched as Oscar scanned the area. He was getting closer… closer… Now! Naruto sprang from his hiding spot, going for a stab with all the force he could muster. But Oscar wasn't surprised.

He didn't even flinch. Instead, he stepped back just as Naruto's sword missed, and without hesitation, Oscar returned with another stab.

It happened so fast that Naruto barely had time to react. His hands moved on instinct, reaching for the sealing scroll in his pocket. He activated it, releasing a puff of smoke and summoning a log in his place, the substitution jutsu saving him at the last second. The log clattered to the ground as Naruto used the chakra burst from his ankles to dodge to the side, his body surging with a short burst of speed.

Tunnel vision hit Naruto hard.

The world around him seemed to blur, fading into the background as his focus narrowed to one thing—Oscar's sword. His eyes dilated as adrenaline pumped through him. Oscar's blade, sharp and gleaming, was so close Naruto could feel the cold steel brushing past his face. Time seemed to slow down, each movement of the sword as clear as day.

Naruto could see the path of the attack. Oscar wasn't just going to stab—he was going to follow through, slice upward, and the Uzumaki was right in the way.

In that instant, Naruto moved purely on instinct. His blade came up just in time, clashing with Oscar's. The force of the deflection sent a jolt up his arm, but he managed to push Oscar's sword aside, just enough to save himself. His breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, his heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat. His body was trembling from the adrenaline rush, but he'd done it. He'd survived.

"Congratulations," Oscar said, his voice steady. "You've experienced Focality for the first time."

Naruto gave a weak nod, still trying to catch his breath. His mind was racing, replaying the last few seconds over and over in his head. That sensation—everything narrowing down to the sword, to Oscar, to the moment of impact—it was like nothing he'd ever felt before.

"A physician in Astora used to tell me that the human body is capable of so much more, and in near-death scenarios, these limitations are lifted," Oscar explained, his words sinking in slowly. "The Way of Focality works in the same way—enhancing your ability to perceive the world, to focus entirely on your enemy."

Naruto couldn't hold back his thoughts. "How is that a technique?" he blurted out, confused. It didn't seem like something you could just turn on whenever you wanted.

Oscar didn't seem bothered by Naruto's bluntness. "Because that's not the Way of Focality itself. What you just experienced was a glimpse of Focality. The technique I developed is a breathing method that allows you to maintain that state of heightened awareness—without the need for near-death experiences."

Naruto nodded, his curiosity piqued. A breathing technique?

"Now, breathe in," Oscar instructed, his voice soft but firm. "And maintain."

---

Standing in front of the massive iron door, its surface a mix of rust and decay, Naruto couldn't help but feel small. The door was marked with the scars of battle—deep dents and gashes crisscrossed its once ornate design. It was intimidating, but not as intimidating as what waited on the other side.

He glanced at Oscar, who already had his hand on the door, ready to push it open. "Sensei, I still haven't mastered the Way of Focality. I've barely managed it twice," Naruto said, his voice shaking slightly.

"The Way of Focality is mastered on the battlefield, my student," Oscar replied, his tone calm but firm. "With your strange abilities, I'm sure you'll survive. If anything, it's I who should be afraid of dying."

"Don't say that!" Naruto nearly yelled, his hands trembling. The thought of Oscar dying—of being alone again, was too much to bear.

"Are you afraid?" Oscar asked, his voice gentle, but Naruto could feel the weight of his question. He wanted to lie, to seem braver than he was, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"I am… I'm scared."

To his surprise, Oscar didn't admonish him or call him a coward. Instead, he nodded. "Good. Only the fool and the arrogant aren't afraid of the enemy. And remember, both don't live long."

Naruto nodded, feeling a little steadier as Oscar's words sunk in. Fear wasn't a weakness—it was a sign he understood the danger. He could work with that. Together, they pushed the heavy iron doors open, the groan of metal echoing in the empty space.

On the other side was a massive, open-ceiling courtyard. The tiled floor beneath them was cracked and weathered, with a layer of dust and debris covering most of it. Tall stone pillars lined the edges, and to the left, a massive metal door stood closed, like a prison gate. Old, broken pots littered the space.

Then came the roar.

The asylum demon landed with a thundering crash, its hulking form blocking the massive black door at the far end of the courtyard. Naruto took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. Shadow Clone Jutsu!

His clones sprang to life, each one taking up position with shields interlocked, forming a makeshift wall between them and the demon. The shield formation felt solid, like a barrier that could withstand anything. Oscar had given Naruto the shield, and now, they were their first line of defense.

The demon roared again, and before Naruto knew it, it leaped into the air. His heart dropped as he watched its massive form come crashing down toward them, hammer first. The clones held steady, but the impact was enormous. The ground shook, and a deafening crack rang out as the hammer slammed into the formation. Most of the clones popped on impact, their forms vanishing into smoke, but the shield wall had done its job. The shockwave was dulled, and through the smoke, Oscar and Naruto saw their chance.

They moved as one. From the sides, they flanked the demon. Naruto slashed with quick, precise horizontal attacks, while Oscar raised his sword high with two hands and brought it down with a heavy, downward strike on its leg.

[Name: Asylum Demon]
[HP: 1980 / 2,195]

The demon's HP dropped, and for a brief moment, Naruto felt a surge of hope.
They were doing it!

But that hope was short-lived. The demon flapped its massive wings, lifting its grotesque body a few feet into the air.

"Ha, scaredy cat!" Naruto thought, the adrenaline making him bold. But that thought immediately turned into regret as the wings suddenly stopped and gravity took over. The demon came crashing down with the force of a house falling from the sky.

Run!

Naruto barely had time to think, as his body acted on its own. He sprinted, but the shockwave that followed its landing was devastating. The ground rippled like an earthquake, and he felt himself lifted off his feet, slammed face-first into the hard, cracked tiles. The impact knocked the wind out of him, and his vision blurred.

Naruto tried to push himself up, groaning from the pain that shot through his body. His arms and legs felt heavy, like lead, and every breath hurt. His head pounded, and he could feel blood dripping from his lip. He forced his eyes open just in time to see the demon raising its hammer, ready to swing it down on him.

Move!

Years of practicing the quick draw for substitution jutsu saved him. Naruto's hand instinctively reached for Oscar's shield.

The next thing the boy knew, he was thrown backward, the force of the impact sending him flying through the air. His body hurtled toward one of the stone pillars, and he barely had time to reinforce his arms and back with chakra before he slammed into it. The pain was intense, like a shockwave of agony radiating from his spine. But the chakra reinforcement saved him—without it, he would've snapped like a twig.

Naruto slid down the pillar, gasping for breath, his hands shaking from the adrenaline. His heart pounded in his throat, and he could feel sweat dripping down his face. He was alive, but just barely.

The asylum demon leaped from one side of the courtyard to the other. The blonde barely had time to react as he dodged and sprinted up a nearby pillar, the stone trembling beneath his feet as the demon's massive hammer crashed down with a thunderous slam.

"Why are you after me?!" he shouted, panic lacing his voice as he jumped off the pillar just before the demon's hammer shattered it to pieces. He landed behind the demon, panting heavily.

In that brief moment, the Way of Focality kicked in, and Naruto saw the demon's next move in his mind—a backspin attack. But even though he could see it coming, he wasn't ready. Pain shot through his back, a sharp reminder of how beat up he already was. His muscles screamed in protest, making it impossible to roll out of the way.

The pain was like fire spreading across his spine, making every movement feel like he was tearing himself apart. He could barely move, let alone dodge the attack. His chest tightened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the demon spun its giant hammer toward him.

Just when Naruto thought he was done for, he felt Oscar's hand grab him, yanking him forward. The demon's backspin slammed into the metal door with a deafening crash, the impact so powerful it created a massive hole, revealing a new path—a potential way out.

Naruto and Oscar locked eyes, both knowing what to do without saying a word. Naruto summoned a group of shadow clones, sending them to distract the demon as he and Oscar sprinted toward the opening.

As they ran, the asylum demon rammed its hammer into the wall, creating an even bigger hole in the process. The ground shook as the wall collapsed, blocking the demon's path but leaving them to feel the vibrations of its rampage. The staircase beneath them trembled, each step rattling as if it might give way at any second.

"Are you okay?" Oscar asked.

"I'll live," Naruto managed, his voice shaky. But the second he stopped, all the pain came rushing back. His back throbbed, his legs ached, and his head felt like it was going to split in two. Basic chakra control and body reinforcement weren't enough to protect him from all the injuries. He healed fast, sure, but he still hated the pain.

Something warm touched his lips. Naruto opened his eyes to see Oscar offering him one of those strange bottles he'd filled with bonfire earlier. He hesitated but took a sip, immediately feeling a rush of warmth flood through him. It was like the bottle had lit a fire inside him, burning away the pain and healing his injuries in an instant. His muscles relaxed, his breathing steadied, and it felt like every ache and bruise vanished.

"Better?"

"Yeah," Naruto sighed, the relief flooding through him. "I would be if I had some Ichiraku ramen."

Oscar hummed in response, probably not understanding Naruto's craving. They descended down the staircase, which led into a room filled with old, stagnant water. The place smelled like it hadn't seen fresh air in decades, the water murky and dark.

Naruto wrinkled his nose at the sight of it. "How likely am I to die if I drink that water?"

"You'll live," Oscar said, knowing undead don't exactly get diseases.

Naruto laughed, despite himself, and jumped out of Oscar's arms, bending down to scoop up some water. Before he could take a sip, a sharp sound pierced the air—a high-pitched whistle.

Naruto froze. His heart skipped a beat as he saw Oscar catch an arrow, just inches from where his head had been. His pulse pounded in his ears.

"Can't this world just give me a break?" Naruto groaned, looking up to see the hollow archer responsible for the shot. The hollow, holding a bow and arrow, had the nerve to turn and run as soon as it saw him notice.

"Get it," Oscar said.

"You don't have to tell me twice," Naruto grumbled, bolting after the hollow. The ground beneath his feet was cracked, uneven, with stones and debris scattered everywhere. His footsteps echoed as he sprinted along the broken pathway, the hollow always just a few steps ahead.

Naruto could feel the anger bubbling up inside him, and he was about to unsheathe his sword, ready to impale the hollow out of pure revenge. But then something caught his eye—something shiny.

An axe, lying in the hands of a hollow that had long since died. His heart skipped a beat. Isn't that my class item? Naruto thought.

He didn't care how or why it was here—he grabbed the axe without hesitation, its weight feeling solid in his hand.

Just as Naruto hefted the axe, another arrow came whistling through the air. His instincts kicked in. He swung the axe, cutting through the arrow with a satisfying thunk. The hollow archer took aim again, but this time, Naruto could see the entire path—the Way of Focality showed him everything.

The hollow let loose the arrow, and Naruto dove to the side, rolling up to his feet with ease. In one fluid motion, he charged forward and swung the axe, decapitating the hollow in a single, clean strike. The head rolled to the side, and Naruto stood there, breathing heavily, his heart still racing from the fight.

"Yeah," he muttered to himself. Maybe I am getting the hang of this, dattebyo.

Naruto glanced to the side, his curiosity piqued as he noticed a path leading to an upper floor. "Isn't that…" he mumbled to himself, before calling out, "Sensei, come here!"

A minute later, Oscar joined him at the stone edge, both of them peering down. They were standing on the upper floor, looking directly at the bonfire below.

"Should we go down? I think I have some ninja wire."

But Oscar shook his head, and Naruto quickly followed his gaze. The asylum demon was still down there, thankfully oblivious to their presence for the time being. It hadn't spotted them yet, but Naruto knew that could change in an instant.

"So, what now?" Naruto asked, feeling the weight of the situation press down on him. Oscar looked up. Above them, there was another floor—another potential path.

"We should do a sneak attack," Oscar said, his voice calm and steady.

"From the sky?" Naruto felt a spark of excitement at the idea. He could already picture it in his head—dropping down on that giant demon from above like some kind of super ninja. Oscar nodded, confirming his thoughts.

They quickly scanned the area, their eyes darting left and right. Both paths seemed to lead upward, to the top of the building. Without waiting for Oscar to say anything, Naruto took off toward the right. His footsteps echoed lightly off the stone as he reached the stairs, only to find them broken in places, the path ahead jagged and incomplete.

But something caught his eye—a weird ring, sitting right in the middle of one of the upper stairs. His fist lightly tapped his palm as he remembered the ring section in his inventory.

This had to be important, right?

He summoned some shadow clones and had them form a ladder, their bodies interlocking to help him reach the ring. Climbing up, he grabbed it—the rusted iron felt rough and old in his hand, like it had been sitting here for centuries, forgotten.

"Sensei, what is this thing?" Naruto called out, holding the ring up as he jumped back down.

Oscar, however, was already deep in thought, going through various stances as if preparing for some kind of powerful sneak attack.

"That's a magic ring."

"You're kidding!"

"No, I'm surprised you found one. Magic rings are incredibly rare treasures, created by beings who can imbue pieces of their soul into the item, creating a magical phenomenon," Oscar explained, his tone calm, though Naruto could tell even he hadn't expected this. He seemed intrigued, though he didn't stop preparing for the attack.

"Yay!" Naruto cheered, excited by the prospect of owning something so rare and powerful. Without hesitation, he slipped the ring onto his finger, feeling the rusted metal press against his skin. He waited, expecting something to happen—maybe a rush of power or a flash of magic.

But… nothing. He stood there, staring at the ring, waiting for some kind of sign. Anything. But it just sat there on his finger, as ordinary as any old piece of junk.

"This is worthless!" Naruto groaned, feeling like the world had just pulled a cruel joke on him. He was ready to cry at the sheer unfairness of it all. How could a magic ring do absolutely nothing? He glared at it in frustration, about to yank it off when, suddenly, a system window popped up in front of him.

[ Item: Rusted Iron Ring ]
[ Description: This iron ring was used to shackle the guilty. It is terribly rusted, and faintly stained with blood. Those who find this strange ring to their liking will be pleased to find it easier to gain footing on poor ground such as swamps. ]

Naruto blinked slowly, still holding the rusted ring in his hand, and glanced at Oscar.

"Do you want this useless piece of junk?" he asked, feeling more annoyed than curious now.

"You are its finder, my student. Let's wait and see what its magic effect is."

Naruto sighed, glancing at the system window. "It helps me gain footing on poor ground…" he muttered, clearly unimpressed. "Useless."

Without warning, Oscar shoved him, catching Naruto off guard. His body reacted instinctively, and he immediately caught his balance.

"Hey! What's the big deal?" Naruto snapped, annoyed, as he looked at Oscar. But Oscar just pointed at his feet.

"What?"

"You regained your footing immediately when I pushed you."

"Yeah?" Naruto said, still not understanding.

"The ring helped you regain your footing. If you're ever in a situation where you're about to trip or fall, you can regain your balance. That's the magic of the ring," Oscar explained.

Naruto frowned for a moment before it clicked.
"I need to see the usefulness even in things that seem useless, right?"

"No," Oscar said flatly, surprising Naruto.

"Hey! Then what was the lesson?" Naruto asked, narrowing his eyes.

Oscar glanced at the ring. "That is a stupid ring."

Naruto could tell Oscar was joking, so he played along, clutching the ring dramatically. "But it's my precious, you can't have it!"

They both chuckled as they walked towards the right together, but their lighthearted moment was interrupted by a heavy rumbling sound in the distance—a low, menacing noise. They turned just in time to see a giant iron ball rolling down the stairs—fast. Way too fast.

Naruto barely had time to react before it was upon them.

The ball slammed into him like a freight train, throwing him to the side. His body crashed against the wall, and he hit the ground hard, gasping for air. Everything spun, his vision blurred. Then, he looked down—his leg was bent at an unnatural angle, twisted in ways it wasn't supposed to go.

At first, Naruto didn't register the pain. It felt distant, like it wasn't even his leg. But then, the pain hit all at once, like a sledgehammer to his nerves. Searing, blinding agony shot up his leg, burning through him. Tears welled up in his eyes as he tried to breathe through the pain, but it was unbearable, all-consuming.

Oscar was there in an instant, grabbing Naruto with one arm and shoving an Estus Flask into his hands with the other. "Drink," he said firmly.

Naruto downed the flask, and the warm liquid flowed through him like molten light. A bright, golden glow surrounded his leg as the bones snapped back into place with sickening cracks. The pain vanished almost instantly, replaced by a strange numbness as his leg healed before his eyes.

Oscar charged at the hollows that had pushed the iron ball, leaving Naruto behind. Still shaken, Naruto sat there, staring at his leg. It was completely healed, as if nothing had happened.

"This thing is awesome," he muttered, glancing at the now-empty flask in his hand.

But as he looked at the flask, something caught his eye. His reflection. He froze, staring at the distorted image of his face in the glass. Beneath the pyromancer's hood, his skin was thin and reddish, like a hollow. His eyes widened in horror. His face—his actual face—was ugly. Rotten.

"No!" Naruto gasped, dropping the flask, his heart pounding in his chest.

"What's wrong, Naruto?" Oscar's voice broke through Naruto's panicked thoughts, and he quickly came over.

The blonde yanked his hood down dramatically, revealing his face—or what was left of it. "I'm ugly!"

Oscar just stared in silence, and for the first time in a long while, Naruto felt embarrassed. Oscar had been worried about him, and here he was, freaking out over his looks. But Naruto couldn't help it. How could he not? Seeing his face look like a hollow would freak anyone out!

After what felt like forever, Oscar finally spoke, his voice calm but serious. "Naruto, you're not from this world."

Naruto blinked, turning to Oscar in disbelief. "What? What do you mean I'm… not from here?" he stammered, completely caught off guard. This whole time, he'd just assumed this place was some hidden part of his world—a secret village, a weird prison maybe. But another world? His mind spun, and he looked at Oscar as though the knight could somehow explain away the shock.

Oscar knelt down in front of him, his armor creaking slightly as he lowered himself. For a moment, Naruto flinched, unsure what to expect. Is this guy about to fight me? Was it bad I'm not from here? But Oscar only looked at him with a quiet, almost solemn understanding.

"That explains a lot," Oscar said finally, easing down beside Naruto. "Things that didn't quite fit… like the strange way you handle power, your… unusual view of the world."

"Unusual?" Naruto echoed, frowning. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Oscar's lips quirked in a faint smile. "Naruto, you're… brighter than anyone I've met in Lordran," he said, like he was choosing his words carefully. "You joke, you laugh… even when you're in danger. No one here acts like that. Even the children of Astora don't fool around the way you do. They're cautious. Untrusting. Afraid."

Naruto snorted. "What kind of stupid world is this?"

He hadn't meant it to come out so harshly, but he couldn't help it. The thought of kids not being able to mess around, not getting to laugh, to be kids… it was wrong. Sure, he hadn't exactly had the best childhood in Konoha, but he'd found ways to make it fun. He'd been a prankster, a fool, just to get a reaction. Just to get noticed. Even if it was for the wrong reasons, it was better than sinking into loneliness.

But here? Where even kids had to be afraid and serious just to survive? That wasn't a life.

Oscar seemed to sense his frustration, and his expression softened. "Life here… is harsh. Fear can become a shield, but it's a heavy one to carry, especially for children."

Naruto shook his head, the injustice of it all gnawing at him. "But… why's it gotta be like that?"

Oscar sighed. "That… is a long story." He hesitated, then slowly reached up, removing his helmet. Beneath the metal was a hollowed face, sunken and decayed—an eerie reflection of Naruto's own form here. But despite the wear and darkness, there was something familiar.

Blonde hair.

Naruto felt a strange warmth at the sight. He's like me, he thought, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Guess we've got more in common than I thought, huh?"

Oscar leaned back, his eyes distant, as if he could see across time itself. "Naruto, have you ever wondered what the world was like in the beginning?"

Naruto tilted his head, brow furrowing. "Uh… I dunno? Pretty shitty, since they didn't have ramen?"

Oscar chuckled, a low sound that echoed softly in the empty space around them. "I suppose, yes… there wasn't much to enjoy back then. But it wasn't just about food. It was… different. Imagine a world shrouded in fog. No sun, no warmth, no cold. Just gray crags, towering Archtrees, and the Everlasting Dragons ruling over all."

"Dragons? Like, giant fire-breathing lizards?"

"Sort of," Oscar said. "But these dragons were more than that. They were eternal, untouched by time or fire. They lived in a world that never changed… until one day, something new appeared."

"Let me guess—someone showed up and kicked dragon butt?"

"Not quite," Oscar replied, his tone thoughtful. "It started with fire. Fire brought change—things like heat and cold, life and death, light and dark. And from the dark, beings came forward, drawn to the flame. They found power within it—souls as old as the fire itself. The Souls of Lords."

"Lords, huh?" Naruto muttered, trying to wrap his head around it. "So, they were, like, the big shots?"

Oscar nodded. "Yes. The first to claim these souls were Nito, the First of the Dead; the Witch of Izalith and her daughters; and Gwyn, the Lord of Sunlight. Each of them was… powerful, beyond anything we could imagine."

Oscar paused, as if debating whether to continue, then sighed. "There was one more. The Furtive Pygmy. He wasn't like the others. Smaller, weaker… easily overlooked. But he found something within the flame as well: a Dark Soul."

"A Dark Soul?" Naruto echoed, trying to piece it all together. "So… this guy didn't go around fighting dragons, then?"

Oscar shook his head. "No. While Gwyn and the others used their power to go to war with the dragons, the Pygmy did something else. He hid in the shadows, kept his power secret. And in time, he… shared it."

"Shared it?" Naruto blinked, intrigued. "Like… with who?"

"With others, like you."

Naruto's jaw dropped. "Wait, me? You mean—?"

"The Pygmy used his Dark Soul to create a new kind of being," Oscar explained. "A whole race. He created humans."

Naruto sat back, letting the weight of that sink in. "So… humans came from this Dark Soul thing? From this guy?"

"Yes. But it's a bit more complicated," Oscar replied, his voice a low rumble. "The Pygmy's Dark Soul was a beacon—a light in the darkness, one that stretched across worlds. Over the years, people from other places, other worlds… they felt its pull. They were drawn here, across time and space."

Naruto's eyes widened. "So… you're saying he brought people here? Like… like me?"

Oscar nodded. "Exactly. You're not the first, Naruto. Many have been drawn here, especially in the early days of the world. Humans, warriors, seekers of power… even heroes."

"Heroes?"

Oscar smiled faintly, sensing his thoughts. "Yes. But as time went on, things changed. The Age of Fire brought kingdoms, power… and fear. The Lords grew wary of humanity. Especially Gwyn."

Naruto frowned. "Wait, why? Didn't they all fight together?"

"They did… for a while," Oscar admitted. "But humans carried pieces of the Dark Soul, a power that Gwyn and the others feared. He began to worry that the strength of humans could one day surpass even his own."

"So what'd he do? Kick 'em out?"

Oscar's face hardened. "Worse. Gwyn tried to control humanity. He marked them with a brand… something called the Darksign." He reached down, tracing a fiery circle in the dirt—a symbol Naruto recognized instantly.

Naruto's eyes went wide. "That's… that's the ring of fire I touched before I came here…"

Oscar nodded slowly. "The Darksign binds humans to this world. It keeps them here, traps them in cycles of life and death… until there's almost nothing left."

Naruto stared at the symbol, feeling a chill run through him. "So… that's what brought me here? This… Darksign?"

"Maybe," Oscar replied, his voice soft. "Or maybe the Pygmy's beacon still calls to those with enough spirit to hear it. Either way… it's no accident you're here, Naruto."

Naruto let out a long breath, trying to process everything.

"So… how do I go back?"

He tried to sound casual, but even to him, the question sounded desperate. Konoha was so far away now, but it was still his home. He didn't belong here in this place of endless decay.

Oscar gave him a small, understanding smile. "You miss it, don't you? Your home?"

Naruto bit his lip, looking away. "I mean… it's not like there's anyone waiting for me," he admitted quietly, his voice barely a whisper.

Oscar's face softened. "You're an orphan?"

Naruto nodded, the word hanging heavily between them. He'd said it so many times before, but here, in this strange, desolate world, it felt like he was admitting it for the first time.

Oscar's gaze was filled with a rare sympathy. "That explains why you're so… full of life," he said softly.

Naruto frowned, caught off guard. "Full of life? What's that supposed to mean?"

Oscar smiled, a gentle, almost wistful look in his eyes. "When you've known loneliness… true loneliness… sometimes all you can do is laugh. It's the only way to keep the darkness from swallowing you whole."

Naruto looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the same loneliness he'd seen in his own reflection so many times before.

"Yeah…" he murmured, his voice barely audible. "Beats the alternative, right?"

They sat in silence after that, a silence that spoke louder than words. In that moment, they both understood something unspoken, something that went beyond words, beyond worlds. They both knew what it was to be alone and, somehow, to keep going.

For the first time since he'd arrived, Naruto didn't feel quite so far from home.

"Do you still want to go back?" Oscar asked after a while.

Naruto shrugged. "Yeah. My home might be crap, but it's better than this. Plus, the ramen is great there." He tried to laugh, but it came out weaker than he wanted.

Oscar looked down, like he didn't know how to say what came next. "I'm sorry, but… I don't know how you can go back to your home."

Naruto took a deep breath, scratching the back of his head. He wasn't sure how to feel. Part of him wanted to freak out, but another part… "Well, a break from Konoha does sound nice," he said, half-joking but half-meaning it.

Oscar watched him closely, probably trying to figure out if Naruto was putting on a brave face or if he really meant it. Honestly? Naruto wasn't sure either. He'd always looked on the bright side of things, and maybe this was just another thing to deal with. Or maybe… his life back home wasn't all that great, and he didn't mind the idea of a break from it.

Oscar stood up, his armor clinking softly. "Well, it doesn't matter," he said firmly, his voice filled with resolve. "As long as you're here, I'll stand beside you as a teacher and as a friend."

He held out his hand. For a second, Naruto just stared at it. No one had ever offered him something like that before—someone to stand beside him, to teach him, and to call him a friend. A genuine smile spread across Naruto's face, wider this time. He clasped Oscar's hand, and Oscar helped him to his feet.

"Let's go kick this demon's ass," Naruto said, his grin full of determination.

As they walked up the stairs, Naruto couldn't help but glance around, confused. "Sensei, where's the hollow?"

Oscar pointed to the side, and Naruto nearly burst out laughing. The hollow had been kicked off the high ground. Naruto could easily imagine Oscar just booting it down without a second thought. The image was ridiculous, but he had to admit—it worked.

As they continued, Naruto followed Oscar through a metal-barred door, stepping into a broken hall under a sky that seemed forever gray. The roof had long since crumbled, leaving debris scattered across the floor like ancient bones. But what caught Naruto's attention wasn't the destruction—it was the land outside.

Instead of the lush green forests of Konoha, all Naruto could see were jagged mountains, rising like prison bars around the asylum, trapping them in. The air was cold and sharp, with a biting wind that whipped around him, tugging at his clothes and cutting through his skin like a kunai.

Suddenly, Naruto felt warmth—a faint heat in the icy air. He turned, his eyes locking onto a corpse slumped against the wall. Unlike the hollows they'd fought before, this one looked more… human. But that wasn't what caught his eye. It was the hand—embers glowing faintly on the fingers, as though they were still clinging to life even after death.

"Pyromancy Flame," Oscar whispered, breaking the silence beside him.

Naruto looked at him, confused. "What's that?"

"It's an item that can help you use flame arts."

Immediately, it clicked in Naruto's mind. That's what I need to use fireballs!

Without thinking, Naruto rushed forward, excitement bubbling in his chest. But something stopped him—a gut feeling, a sense that something wasn't right. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the corners of the hall. Something felt off.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement. Instinct kicked in, and Naruto hurled a kunai toward the shadows. The sound echoed through the area, and sure enough, a few hollows began limping toward them.

"Good call," Naruto muttered to himself as he grabbed a few more shuriken. It was as good a time as any to practice. He flung the shuriken, watching as they sliced through the air, but the hollows didn't fall immediately. One of them dropped after the third kunai, while the other kept coming—until Oscar stepped in and cut it down with a clean swing of his sword.

Naruto turned, eyes scanning for more threats. That's when he saw it.

The last hollow at the end of the hall was different. It was armored, holding a spear and shield—more prepared, more dangerous. Naruto's instincts told him this wouldn't be like the others.

"Remember, Naruto," Oscar said calmly, his voice steady. "There are two ways to deal with a spear, or any weapon with long reach."

Naruto listened closely, absorbing the lesson.

"One is to keep your distance. The other is to get so close that the weapon's range becomes its weakness."

Naruto nodded, fully understanding the strategy. Neither he nor the hollow moved. It stood there, waiting, its spear tip gleaming in the dim light.

"Your turn," Oscar said, stepping aside.

"Oh yeah!" Naruto shouted as he suddenly remembered the pyromancy flame. Without wasting a second, he sprinted toward it.

The pyromancy flame still glowed faintly on the corpse's hand, the embers flickering like the last gasp of a dying fire. Naruto reached out and touched it, and as soon as his fingers made contact, the embers seemed to come alive. They slithered like snakes, crawling up his arm, their heat warming his skin. The ashes covering the corpse's hand blew away in the wind, swirling in the air before magically attaching themselves to his hand.

For a brief moment, Naruto saw something strange—a beautiful pattern, like vines etched into his skin—but just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished. All that remained was his hand, now looking ashy and strange.

"Naruto!" Oscar called from behind him, pulling his attention back to the battlefield. Naruto turned to see the undead spearman marching toward him, its eyes glowing with a dull, lifeless light.

Naruto grinned. "I'm going to do a fireball, sensei! Back up, I don't want you to get hurt." With that, he stretched his hand out in front of him.

The moment he did, something clicked. He instinctively knew how to use this new power. It wasn't like chakra—this energy was different, more violent, more chaotic. It roared inside him like a wild flame, eager to burst out.

Naruto focused, pulling that energy into his hand. A beautiful orb of fire formed in his palm, flickering and crackling like it could explode at any moment. The heat radiated from it, making the air shimmer.

The undead soldier took another step forward, raising its spear. Naruto didn't wait. With a swift motion, he hurled the fireball. As it left his hand, he felt a little disappointed—it wasn't as big as Sasuke's fireballs, nowhere near as cool. But that disappointment vanished the moment it hit the soldier.

Boom!

Flames erupted in a massive explosion, scorching the entire area. The blast was so intense that the walls themselves were charred black, and the undead soldier was engulfed in the inferno. Naruto's eyes widened in shock. "Holy shit," he muttered. "My flames are definitely stronger than Sasuke's, right, sensei?"

"It's not dead," Oscar said calmly, his eyes fixed on the flames.

Naruto turned, and sure enough, the soldier walked out of the fire, its armor and spear melted, dripping like molten metal. But it didn't stop. It started running toward him, faster than Naruto expected. His heart leapt into his throat as it charged. Acting on instinct, he swung his sword, slicing its neck clean through.

The soldier dropped, its body crumbling into a lifeless heap at his feet. Naruto stood there, breathing heavily.

Oscar walked over, giving him a nod of approval. "Always make sure the enemy is down. Don't turn your back on them until you're certain."

Naruto nodded, taking Oscar's advice to heart. That had been way too close for comfort.

Suddenly, the entire place shook, the ground rumbling beneath their feet. The knight and the boy turned to the side, and there down below, pacing back and forth, was the asylum demon. It was restless, moving with a kind of impatience, like it was waiting for something.

Naruto's hand tightened around his sword. "Looks like our friend is getting anxious."

Oscar glanced at him, his calm demeanor never faltering. "This battle will be different, Naruto. Are you ready?"

Naruto grinned, the thrill of the fight returning. "You bet! Let's take this thing down for good."

Oscar moved before Naruto could even blink, launching himself into the air and driving his sword down in a vicious plunge attack onto the demon's head. His blade cut deep, slicing off part of the demon's tree-like horns—if they could even be called that. The impact was so powerful it sent a spray of blood and ichor splattering across the ground, the demon roaring in pain.

Oscar landed in a roll, quickly making his way toward the gate as Naruto summoned dozens of shadow clones. They leaped toward the asylum demon, but none of them attacked. Instead, they popped, creating a massive cloud of smoke that engulfed the monster.

From the high ground, Naruto released a fireball, using the smoke as cover. The fireball soared through the air and exploded on the demon's face, flames licking up its grotesque features. But the demon was tougher than expected. It roared in fury, and its hammer shot up, smashing into the platform where Naruto stood. The ground beneath him shattered, crumbling into rubble. But the Way of Focality had kicked in—Naruto saw it coming. He jumped just in time, narrowly avoiding being crushed as the upper floor was obliterated beneath him.

Naruto caught a glimpse of the demon's face as he landed, its mouth open wide. Jagged, rotten teeth lined its maw, dark smoke curling from its throat like it was about to unleash something far worse than any attack so far.

Acting on instinct, Naruto summoned more clones and used them as a launchpad to propel himself back into the fight. Meanwhile, Oscar charged in with a two-handed grip on his sword, delivering a devastating horizontal slice across the demon's midsection. The blade cut deep, blood spraying from the wound as the demon let out a guttural roar of agony.

"Sensei, dodge!" Naruto shouted as he landed, seeing the demon wind up for another attack. Oscar rolled to the side just in time, and Naruto took the opportunity to hurl another fireball. This time, he aimed for the Achilles tendon, the fireball exploding on impact. A chunk of the demon's leg was blown off in a fiery blast, blood and chunks of flesh flying everywhere as the massive creature collapsed to one knee, roaring in pain.

The demon's wings flared open suddenly, and Naruto knew what was coming next. The demon began to rise, preparing for its shockwave attack. Oscar and Naruto were near the gate, just outside the immediate area of effect, but even from where they stood, they could feel it—the wind, the deafening sound, the dust filling the air as the demon crashed back down.

"Now!" Naruto shouted, and his clones responded instantly, hurling fireballs at the demon. Each fireball exploded on contact, covering the creature in flames. The demon's body was engulfed, the flames spreading quickly, but it wasn't done. With a savage roar, it lunged toward them, massive and terrifying.

Naruto barely had time to react when he felt Oscar's boot hit his back, shoving him forward. He stumbled, his jaw dropping as he saw Oscar do the impossible. Oscar parried the demon's giant swing, his sword cutting cleanly through the head of the demon's massive hammer. The weapon splintered, the hammer's head falling to the ground with a heavy thud. In one fluid motion, Oscar moved in for the kill, his blade plunging deep into the demon's stomach.

The demon screamed—a horrendous, bloodcurdling sound—as its stomach split open. Blood poured out, thick and dark, pooling on the ground beneath it. Tendons were severed, its intestines spilling out in long, grotesque ropes, steam rising from the exposed flesh. The creature's body convulsed, twitching as the flames continued to burn through its skin, charring the muscle and bone beneath.

It was chaos—violent, bloody chaos.

[ Name: Asylum Demon ]
[ HP: 980 / 2,195 ]

For a moment, Naruto almost felt sorry for the thing in front of him—almost. But then, something shifted, and the air around him felt wrong. The hairs on his arms stood on end as the asylum demon lifted the broken handle of its hammer. His heart pounded in his chest, his instincts screaming that something was coming. He watched in disbelief as the handle began to twist and warp, almost like it was alive. The demon's hammer morphed into a staff, pulling the broken pots around them into its grip, fusing them together to form a jagged, sharp edge.

[ Bindings of Lord Gywn have been broken ]

[ Name: Stray Demon ( 2nd Phase ) ]
[ HP: 980 / 2,195 ]

Naruto's breath caught in his throat. It can change its weapon?

Without wasting a second, he threw his hands together and shouted, "Shadow Clone Jutsu!" Dozens of clones appeared in a puff of smoke, charging toward the demon in unison. His heart was racing, but he kept his focus. We've got this!

The demon swung wide with its new staff, and most of Naruto's clones dodged it with ease. But then—Bang!

A deafening explosion ripped through the air. His ears rang, his head spun, and he barely registered the red flash of light before he hit the ground, hard. His body screamed in pain, and he gasped for breath, trying to figure out what had just happened. His clones... most of them were gone. They had popped almost instantly, wiped out by whatever that blast was.

This demon can use spells?

The thought clawed its way through the haze in his mind as he staggered to his feet. His body felt heavy, unsteady. Everything hurt, and his vision blurred. Before he could fully gather himself, he saw the demon again, gripping its staff like a baseball bat. He could barely react as it swung towards him, the jagged edge of the staff gleaming as it cut through the air with terrifying speed.

Naruto tried to move, but his body felt like it was moving through mud. His muscles refused to listen, still reeling from whatever weird spell had knocked him down. His chest tightened, and the cold realization hit him hard: I can't dodge this.

Is this the end?

The thought raced through his mind as he watched the staff coming at him in what felt like slow motion.

Suddenly, he felt a hard shove from the side—Oscar's hand on his shoulder. Naruto stumbled backward, gasping as he saw Oscar leap in front of the attack, his shield raised. The demon's staff connected with a horrifying crack, the impact so violent that Oscar was sent flying through the air like a ragdoll, slamming into the second-floor wall with a sickening thud.

"Sensei?!" Naruto screamed, his voice raw with panic. His breath came in ragged gasps as he tried to focus through the terror clawing at his chest. His eyes darted back to the demon, and it grinned at him—a grotesque, mocking grin. Naruto's blood boiled.

Something inside him snapped. Chakra surged through his body, blue flames of energy exploding around him, crackling with raw power.

"Multi Shadow Clone Jutsu!"

A hundred—no, a thousand clones burst into existence, filling the courtyard. The sound of battle cries echoed around him as his clones charged, hand axes raised, each one filled with the same rage that burned in his chest. This demon wasn't going to get away with this.

The asylum demon slammed its staff into the ground, and Naruto felt a shift in the air—something dark and powerful. The staff began to glow, a deep, pulsing red light emanating from it. Before Naruto could even process what was happening, the demon raised the staff high, and an orb of red energy formed at the tip. It hovered there for a brief second, crackling with power.

No…

Then it exploded.

The shockwave hit Naruto like a tidal wave, and in an instant, he felt everything—every single clone, every single perspective, every single bit of pain and panic—all at once. Their thoughts, their memories, their fear, it all flooded into him like a crashing wave. Hundreds of lives, hundreds of viewpoints, merging into one chaotic stream. His mind felt like it was being torn apart, the sheer overload too much to handle.

I… can't… breathe…

The orb's energy surged through him, erasing his clones one by one, and then… it reached him. The sensation was like nothing he'd ever felt before—like his body was being unraveled, piece by piece, thread by thread.

Naruto felt cold. His skin, his muscles, everything was being erased. There was no heat, no sensation, just a growing void where his body should've been. His mind screamed for something to hold onto, but there was nothing—just the cold emptiness spreading through him. He couldn't even tell where his body ended and the nothingness began.

His vision blurred, and all the sounds of battle—the cries, the clash of weapons, the crackling energy—faded into silence. There was no more pain, but it wasn't relief. It was terrifying.

[ YOU DIED.]

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Naruto blinked and suddenly found himself back in the forest. His mind was a blur, everything that had just happened feeling distant, like a dream slipping through his fingers. The Northern Undead Asylum, Oscar… was it real? It all felt so hazy. He shook his head, trying to make sense of it.

"Naruto!" Iruka's voice cut through the fog in his mind like a splash of cold water. His tone was sharp, almost angry. Naruto looked up, only to see Iruka storming toward him, his hands gripping the boy's shoulders tightly. His eyes bore into Naruto's with an intensity that made his stomach twist. It was rare to see Iruka-sensei like this. The young Uzumaki would've flinched under that stare if he wasn't still trying to process whether everything around him was real.

"Do you know what you've done?" Iruka demanded, his voice edged with something Naruto didn't recognize—panic? Anger? Both?

"What?" Naruto barely had time to respond before a barrage of shuriken whistled through the air toward them. His instincts kicked in. Without thinking, Naruto shoved Iruka out of the way, and even he was surprised by the force. He landed hard, spinning to face the source of the attack.

"Well, well," came a voice from the shadows. Mizuki stepped out, a twisted grin on his face. "I didn't expect that. I'm impressed you found this place, Iruka."

"Mizuki!"

Mizuki's grin widened as he locked eyes with Naruto. "Naruto, give me the scroll."

"Don't!" Iruka's voice cracked with urgency as he positioned himself protectively in front of Naruto. "Naruto, never give him that scroll. It's dangerous. Mizuki used you to get it for himself!"

Naruto stared at the scroll, his mind still swimming, trying to piece everything together. Mizuki… used him?

"Naruto," Mizuki interjected smoothly, "Iruka's just afraid of you having that scroll."

"Huh?" Naruto blinked, trying to make sense of what he was saying. It didn't make sense. Iruka-sensei wouldn't be afraid of him, would he?

"Don't do it!" Iruka shouted, pulling out a kunai. "That scroll holds jutsu collected by past Hokage, techniques too dangerous to use! Mizuki's lying! He used you!"

Naruto's mind reeled as he looked between them. Mizuki's grin turned sinister, his gaze cold.

"There's no point in delaying this," Mizuki said darkly. His eyes locked onto Naruto's, and something shifted in the air. "Naruto, do you know why the whole village hates you?"

Naruto froze. His stomach churned at the question. The whole village… He always wondered why. He'd always felt their stares, their whispers. But no one ever told him why.

"No, Mizuki, stop!" Iruka shouted, panic lacing his voice, but Mizuki ignored him.

"Roughly twelve years ago," Mizuki began, his voice low and dripping with malice, "you know about the Kyuubi no Kitsune, right? The monster that attacked Konoha?"

Naruto nodded slowly, his heart pounding harder in his chest.

"Well, the Yondaime Hokage couldn't kill the Kyuubi, so he sealed it away… into the body of a baby. And that baby was you."

Naruto's blood turned to ice. Everything clicked in an instant—why the villagers glared at him, why parents pulled their children away from him, why he was always treated like some kind of monster. All the whispers, the dirty looks. He thought it was because he was a troublemaker, because he didn't fit in, but this? He wasn't just disliked. He was hated because he was the Kyuubi. He was the monster.

"That's why everyone despises you, Naruto," Mizuki sneered, his voice sharp and mocking. "You're the dreaded Kyuubi no Kitsune."

It felt like the world was collapsing around him. His chest tightened, and his breath hitched. Demon child… That wasn't just a cruel nickname. It was his reality.

"How dare you," Iruka's voice snapped through the suffocating silence, filled with more anger than Naruto had ever heard from him before.

Mizuki grinned as he drew a giant shuriken from his back, his intentions clear. "And now, I'll kill you and become a hero to the village."

"Don't listen to him, Naruto!" Iruka yelled, stepping protectively in front of Naruto, his body tense. "He's lying. He's the traitor here."

Mizuki just laughed, his voice cold and cruel. "Why protect him, Iruka? He's the one who killed your family."

Naruto froze again, the weight of Mizuki's words pressing down on him like a mountain. He… killed Iruka-sensei's family? No… it wasn't him. It was the Kyuubi. But he was the Kyuubi, wasn't he?

He was a demon… just like the asylum demon.

"I'm not letting an idiot like you get that scroll!" he spat, his voice shaking with fury.

"You're the idiot, Iruka," Mizuki sneered. "Naruto is a monster, just like me."

"Anyone with that scroll can do whatever they want. The Kyuubi would abuse its power," Mizuki goaded, his words sharp and cutting.

"You're right," Iruka said suddenly, and Naruto's heart sank.

But then Iruka's voice changed, his tone stronger, more certain. "But Naruto is different. He's one of my best students. He works harder than anyone. He's not the Kyuubi. He's Uzumaki Naruto of Konohagakure."

Naruto looked up, stunned. Iruka-sensei… believed in him?

Mizuki's face twisted with rage. "Then die!" he screamed, hurling the giant shuriken with deadly force.

Suddenly, the familiar feeling of Focality washed over Naruto, sharpening everything. It was like time slowed, and he could see the path of the fuma shuriken flying toward him. More importantly, he saw Iruka-sensei moving—he was going to jump in, using his body as a shield to save him.

Naruto didn't need any more proof. That was all he needed to know Iruka was on his side, that Mizuki had betrayed them.

Without thinking, Naruto's hand shot out, grabbing Iruka mid-jump. He twisted his hips, jerking his arm forward as he felt the surge of pyromancy flame building inside him. It flowed to his hands like a rush of heat, and suddenly, a fireball erupted, blasting through the air and destroying the fuma shuriken in one fiery explosion.

"So, the demon child got his hands on a Fire Style jutsu, huh?" Mizuki sneered, his voice full of malice. He moved his hands through a series of hand signs, quick and deliberate. "Let me show you how a real fireball is done."

He blew into the ring formed by his thumb and pointer finger, and a massive fireball roared toward them, the heat radiating from it in waves.

Iruka prepped his Earth Style, already ready to raise a defensive wall, but Naruto wasn't about to just stand by.

Iruka's jaw dropped as he saw it—Naruto's fireball, smaller but concentrated, blasted right through Mizuki's like it wasn't even there. The explosion was huge, a burst of flames and smoke that lit up the entire clearing. For a moment, the boy couldn't see anything. But then, in a blur, Mizuki appeared behind him in a flash, using the Body Flicker Technique.

His kunai was cold against Naruto's neck.

"Got you now," Mizuki growled, thinking he had already won. But he didn't see Naruto's eyes—he didn't see the Focality still guiding him, showing him exactly what to do. Naruto didn't hesitate. With a swift motion, his hand axe sliced through the air, the blade cutting cleanly through Mizuki's wrist.

Mizuki's hand, along with the kunai, hit the ground with a sickening thud.

Mizuki screamed in pain, clutching the stump where his hand used to be. His face twisted in agony, and without thinking, Naruto grabbed him by the mouth, his palm pressing against Mizuki's face.

"Fireball."

The word came out quietly, almost instinctively, as if Naruto's body moved on its own. Heat surged through his hand again, and he felt the fire erupt from his palm, engulfing Mizuki's head. The flames roared for a moment, and then… boom... then silence.

Iruka had closed his eyes, turning away. He didn't want to see it.

When everything was still, Naruto looked down at what was left of Mizuki's body. His head—there was nothing left. The fireball had turned it to ash, his skull gone, only charred remains scattered around. Naruto stood there, covered in blood and bone shards, the heat still lingering on his skin. There was a blankness in him, a numbness as he looked down at the body.

He bent down and grabbed something from Mizuki's corpse. His soul. It was there, almost glowing, and he absorbed it. The energy flowed into him like a rush of power, and he stared at the system window that popped up in front of him.

[ You have killed hostile Enemy — Mizuki ]
[ Dropped Items ]
[ - Fuma Shuriken ×2 ]
[ - Incomplete Cursed Seal ]
[ - 200 Soul ]

Naruto didn't know what to feel. The blood was still clinging to his skin, drying in patches on his hands, his clothes, everywhere. But inside… inside, he felt nothing. Not anger, not regret, not even relief. Just… emptiness.

Nothing at all.

Killing Mizuki—it didn't feel real. It was just like killing a hollow. Just another fight, just another enemy. But it wasn't, was it? Mizuki wasn't a hollow. He was… human.

His mind raced, but there was no room for emotions. Everything was happening too fast. His thoughts were scattered, and one thing kept echoing in his head.

Oscar.

He had to go back. He had to save his teacher… his friend. But how? How did he get here in the first place? There was no clear answer, no path in front of him. Just blood and confusion.

Hollows, Oscar, that world… how do I get back?

Naruto stood there, lost in the chaos, the weight of what he'd done pressing down on him, but not in a way that made him feel anything. It was all so hollow, just like the enemies he'd fought before, but now… it felt like he was trapped between worlds.

Where was he supposed to go from here?

 

[Adamos_Amet]

Chapter no.2 Dark Wings Over Konoha

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Hiruzen sat at his desk, staring at the stack of reports before him, but his mind was far from the words on the page. Today had been... chaotic, to say the least. His pipe rested between his lips, and he took a long puff, letting the smoke fill his lungs. He needed this. After the events of the night, he needed something to calm his nerves, something to help him think clearly.

Naruto Uzumaki, the Jinchuriki of Konoha—his grandson in everything but blood—had stolen the Forbidden Scroll of Seals. Naruto had knocked him out with that ridiculous jutsu of his, an illusion of a naked woman. I've seen many things in my years as Hokage, but that... that was a new low. A small part of Hiruzen was thankful that no one knew about it. The last thing he needed was for the village to hear that the great "Professor" Sarutobi had been bested by such a... technique. Kami, the embarrassment would never end.

Another puff of smoke escaped his lips as he leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. Naruto had been tricked, of course. Tricked by a rogue shinobi—Mizuki. Well, that explained how Naruto had managed to bypass the security and get his hands on the scroll. Naruto may be talented in his own way, but even Hiruzen knew the boy wasn't capable of pulling off such a feat alone. But Mizuki... How did a low-level chunin, who spent his days as an assistant teacher, know enough about the security patterns of my library to pull this off?

It didn't sit right with him. Not one bit. If he hadn't gone to check on his secret stash of Icha Icha novels—a guilty pleasure I'll take to the grave—he might not have even known Naruto was in the building.

But no, that wasn't the worst of it, was it? His headache wasn't just from the breach or the embarrassing knock-out. It was the fact that Mizuki had revealed that secret to Naruto—the truth about the Kyuubi no Kitsune. Oh, Kami. Hiruzen had wanted to wait. He had planned to tell Naruto himself when he was ready, when he was old enough, mature enough to understand the weight of the truth. But now? That plan was ruined, shattered by Mizuki's selfishness.

Damn it, Mizuki.

He took another drag from his pipe, letting the smoke swirl around him. Iruka had come in just in time, thank the gods. Mizuki had filled Naruto's head with lies, twisted his perception, and nearly pushed him down a dark path. It wasn't much better than what I'd done, though, was it? Keeping the boy in the dark for all these years, letting him grow up hated, shunned, without knowing the reason why.

I should've told him sooner. I should've prepared him. But no, Hiruzen wanted to shield him, to protect him from the harsh truth for as long as he could. And now? Now it's all come crashing down around him.

Normally, he mused, this chaotic night would have ended with a heartfelt conversation. Once everything had calmed down, they could've sat down, and he could've helped Naruto make sense of it all. But that was not to be.

No. Instead, Hiruzen had to deal with the fact that Naruto... killed Mizuki.

The pipe nearly slipped from his fingers as he thought about it again. Naruto had killed him. A twelve-year-old boy, his boy, had taken a life. Kami, what have I done? The weight of it all pressed down on him like a boulder. Naruto wasn't ready for that. He wasn't prepared to face the consequences of what it means to kill.

How do I even begin to talk to him now?

Oh, Kami, please give me strength, Hiruzen thought as he rubbed his goatee, his fingers tracing the familiar lines of worry that seemed to have deepened over the years. This was bad. Really bad. It was one thing for an average genin to kill, but for Naruto—a Jinchuriki—to take a life? That was a different matter entirely.

A genin's first kill was supposed to happen under the careful watch of a team. You were meant to have the support of your teammates and the guidance of a jounin teacher. It was a delicate moment, one that needed to be handled with wisdom. And, if necessary, the teacher could evaluate if the student had the right mentality to continue as a shinobi—or if they were teetering on a dangerous path.

I won't risk another Orochimaru.

But Naruto? He had killed without any of that support. No teammates to steady him, no experienced hand to pull him back from the edge. His mental state after this… it was unknown, and that scared Hiruzen more than anything.

Why? Because Hiruzen knew what it meant to be a Jinchuriki. He had seen it firsthand with Kushina. The Kyuubi would whisper to her, try to claw its way out, to seize control. He knew Naruto's seal was stronger—Minato and Kushina had made sure of that—but the fact remained that the seal was connected to Naruto's chakra system. There was always a chance, no matter how small, that Naruto could suffer the same torment his mother had.

I can't let that happen to him, Hiruzen thought gravely.

There was a knock at the door, and Hiruzen sensed Naruto's presence on the other side. His chakra, normally as bright and warm as the sun, felt… different this time. There was something darker, something unfamiliar swirling within it. Hiruzen's heart sank.

I need to get Inoichi to do a psych evaluation immediately. The boy needs help. Kami knows he needs all the help he can get right now, Hiruzen thought with concern.

He took off his Hokage hat, placing it on the oak desk in front of him. The desk had been with him for decades, long before he even dreamed of becoming Hokage. It had been crafted by the Shodaime himself, using his Wood Style jutsu. The grain of the wood was still beautiful, even after all these years. Hiruzen's fingers traced along the surface, feeling every ridge, every groove, each mark telling a story.

There was one particularly large gash, a scar on the otherwise smooth surface. Hiruzen smiled sadly, remembering that it had been carved by his sensei, the Nidaime, in a moment of rare anger. That anger had terrified the shinobi of Kumo, and indirectly, it contributed to the start of the Second Shinobi War.

A war that took Tobirama's life.

Hiruzen sighed, his fingers lingering on the worn wood. The desk was cluttered now, littered with papers—more than he cared for, even though he had secretaries and a functioning administration. But despite all the duties, despite all the tasks that came with this title, Hiruzen wasn't wearing the hat of the Hokage today.

No. Naruto didn't need the presence of the Third Hokage right now. He needed Hiruzen. The grandfather. The old man who could sit with him, talk to him. The one who would listen, not judge.

Hiruzen looked at the door, steeling himself for the conversation ahead.

The moment Naruto walked in, Hiruzen's heart sank. His expression was blank—not the usual fiery, emotional mask Hiruzen had grown accustomed to. No, it was as if Naruto's mind wasn't even here, like he was focused on something far away, something only he could see in the empty air before him. It made Hiruzen uneasy, a cold knot tightening in his chest. This was Naruto, the boy who wore his emotions on his sleeve, who had never been able to hide how he felt. Hiruzen expected anger, confusion—something—but not this. Not this hollow, distant look.

Everyone processes trauma differently, Hiruzen reminded himself, trying to steady the storm in his heart. But this… this was unsettling.

"Naruto, greet the Hokage," Iruka said gently, his voice strained. Naruto didn't respond. He just kept staring, as if the air between them was more interesting than the reality in front of him. Hiruzen didn't miss the way Iruka's hands were shaking. The academy teacher was visibly on edge. Hiruzen could only imagine what had transpired between them tonight.

How did Naruto kill Mizuki that even a chunin is afraid of him? The thought struck Hiruzen hard, like a stone sinking in water.

"Iruka," Hiruzen said quietly, drawing the man's attention. Iruka snapped to attention, standing rigidly upright.

"Yes, Hokage-sama?"

"It has been a hard night for..." Hiruzen let his eyes drift to Naruto, lingering on the boy longer than he should have. Iruka caught his meaning immediately. Naruto had been the most affected tonight. More than anyone.

"For everyone," Hiruzen finished softly.

Iruka nodded, a hint of relief crossing his face as Hiruzen gave him his next order. "Your command, Hokage-sama?"

"Dismissed."

Iruka didn't hesitate, though Hiruzen could feel his reluctance to leave Naruto alone with him. Once the door closed, it was just Naruto and Hiruzen in the office. Well, not entirely alone, Hiruzen thought, knowing the ever-watchful eyes of the Anbu remained hidden in the shadows. But this was different. This moment needed to be personal.

"Naruto," Hiruzen said gently, trying to break through the fog clouding Naruto's mind. "Why don't you sit down?"

For a moment, there was nothing. And then, like a sudden jolt, Naruto snapped to attention, his eyes darting around the room, confused, almost startled. It was as if he had only just realized he was standing in the Hokage's office. Hiruzen watched him closely, noting the signs. He wasn't present. His mind was somewhere else. Detached. Was it shock? Disassociation?

"Is something wrong?" Hiruzen asked, keeping his voice as calm and steady as he could, though the knot in his stomach tightened.

"No, I'm fine," Naruto muttered, but it was clear he wasn't. His words were rushed, empty. "Can I leave now?"

He wasn't even trying to sit down. Why won't he sit down?

"Naruto, you aren't in trouble," Hiruzen said, trying to reassure him, trying to let him know that he was safe here, with him.

"Great, then can I leave?" Naruto's voice was quick, almost desperate, as he took a step back toward the door.

"Naruto, why are you in such a hurry to go?"

"I just..." Naruto paused, his face shifting with uncertainty, as if he didn't even know how to explain what he was feeling. He was struggling, and it hurt Hiruzen to see it.

"I'm busy with... some super important stuff," Naruto finally managed to say, but the way he said it—so hollow, so detached—made Hiruzen's chest tighten painfully. He was a child, trying to escape a conversation he didn't want to have. Trying to run from something he couldn't face. And worse yet, Naruto didn't seem angry at him for keeping secrets. He didn't even have questions about the Kyuubi, about the truth Mizuki had spilled. He wasn't seeking answers, wasn't demanding explanations.

Why wasn't Naruto mad? Why wasn't he furious with him?

Why doesn't he want to talk?

Hiruzen's mind raced as he watched Naruto—this wasn't normal. This wasn't how Naruto reacted to things. Where was the outburst? Where was the energy, the fire Hiruzen knew so well? The Naruto who was always defiant, always pushing, always demanding to be seen and heard? This... this was something else. Naruto was pulling away. Avoiding. Running.

The boy who normally fought for every scrap of attention was now desperately trying to slip away unnoticed.

Is he afraid of feeling? Is he afraid of what's inside him right now?

"Naruto..." Hiruzen began, unsure of what to say, unsure of how to pull Naruto back from wherever his mind had gone.

"I want to talk about the Kyuubi no Kitsune," Hiruzen said, his voice steady, watching Naruto carefully for any reaction. This was a test—a way to gauge how deep Naruto's fear and trauma ran. If Naruto still tried to run, then Hiruzen would personally drag Inoichi and a team of medical ninjas to him if he had to.

But, to Hiruzen's surprise, Naruto paused. He hesitated for only a moment, then sat down.

Hiruzen blinked, confused. Wasn't he just trying to run away from this?

Naruto's words echoed in his mind. I'm busy with… some super important stuff. What could possibly be more important than seeking answers after what he had been through? What could be more important than facing his fear? Hiruzen didn't like not knowing, not having even a speculation. And he really didn't like that.

"You saw tonight one of the darker aspects of shinobi life," Hiruzen began, his tone as careful as he could make it. "Traitors come and go, and they all must be dealt with eventually. Despite your horrendous mistake, you've done a great service to the village by putting a stop to him." He waited for something, anything—a reaction. Naruto didn't flinch, didn't respond except for a small gulp.

"Oh, yeah," Naruto said suddenly, as if the thought had just registered in his mind. "I killed Mizuki."

Hiruzen's heart skipped a beat. Naruto's tone was so casual, so detached, as if he had just realized he had killed an insect, not a man.

Hiruzen felt his breath catch in his throat, his lungs squeezed tight as he slowly let the air out. He hadn't expected this. In all his years as Hokage, in all the times he'd seen young shinobi grapple with their first kill, this was not the reaction he had prepared for. He had seen them cry, question their morality, break down in tears. Even those with darker tendencies, the ones they feared might turn, at least had some perverse reaction to their first taste of bloodshed.

But Naruto... Naruto's reaction was nothing. Just a shrug, like the life he took was insignificant. Like it didn't even matter.

Oh, Kami.

This wasn't just unsettling. This was terrifying. Naruto's reaction wasn't that of a child coming to grips with the horrors of their world—it was the mindset of a killer. A true killer, who could end life and move on as if it were nothing. And it chilled Hiruzen to his core.

Hiruzen should be happy, right? Isn't this what every village hopes for? A perfect shinobi? Someone who doesn't break, who doesn't falter, who can do the job and move on without emotional baggage? But no... Hiruzen couldn't feel happy. He couldn't feel relief.

Because he had seen this before. He had seen this exact calm, this exact detachment, in Orochimaru. And that was all Hiruzen needed to know that this reaction from Naruto was not something he could accept.

Not again.

Is this calm, this detachment, a response to trauma? Hiruzen's thoughts raced. He knew Naruto's loneliness better than anyone. He had always hoped, always believed, that Naruto would eventually overcome it, that he would find his place, his people.

Hiruzen considered forcing civilians to be Naruto's friends—that could have been disastrous—but now he was beginning to question his own judgment. Had I made a mistake by letting him face this alone for so long?

Because if this was a trauma response, then it was a deeply dangerous one. The thought twisted in Hiruzen's heart like a knife. He had spent so long thinking that Naruto would be strong enough to overcome the darkness that surrounded him, but now he wasn't so sure. What if the darkness has already started to take root?

The question loomed over Hiruzen like a storm cloud. Did Naruto have an innate desire to kill? Was this his nature now? Or was this just… enough?

Hiruzen wanted to believe it was enough. He wanted to believe this was the end of it. But deep down, he knew better. It's never enough. Not once someone has taken that step.

I need to consult Inoichi. There was no question about it anymore. Hiruzen needed help. Naruto needed help, whether he knew it or not. And Hiruzen wasn't going to let him fall through the cracks. Not this time.

Not like Orochimaru.

"Guess that's what demons do," Naruto muttered, and something in his tone made Hiruzen's heart lurch. There was a disgust there, but not for the word itself—it was for himself. Naruto spoke it like it was a truth he'd been forced to accept, and hearing it twisted something deep inside Hiruzen.

He couldn't place his finger on it, but Kami help him, he wanted to pray right then. Hiruzen wanted to pray that Naruto's indifference, this cold detachment, was just him playing a role—a child who had taken on the idea of being a "demon" too seriously, pretending it was true because others had told him it was. Please let that be the case, he thought. Let it be childish acting, and not the makings of a boy slipping into something darker.

"Naruto, you aren't a demon," Hiruzen said firmly, watching for his reaction. Naruto paused but didn't look at him.

"What did that traitor tell you?"

Naruto summarized the ordeal. His words were blunt, like he was reporting facts, not recounting a personal attack.

"You have to know the truth about your status," Hiruzen began carefully.

"My status?" Naruto's eyes focused now, his mind finally present.

"Mizuki told you that you were the Kyuubi," Hiruzen said, his voice low. "It's not true. You are the Kyuubi's jinchuriki."

"Jin… churiki?" Naruto repeated, stumbling over the word. It was foreign to him, strange.

"The Kyuubi wasn't killed," Hiruzen continued. "It was sealed inside of you as an infant."

"Me."

"Yes."

"But… but I…" He stammered, trying to piece it all together. "I'm not a demon, then?"

"Of course not, my boy!" Hiruzen's voice cracked with the force of his denial. He couldn't let Naruto believe that lie. "And allow no one to call you that!"

Hiruzen had hoped his words would comfort Naruto, reassure him. But instead, they opened a floodgate.

"Then… why? Why do they treat me like that?" Naruto's voice cracked, and Hiruzen could hear the weight of his loneliness, his isolation pressing down on him. The question hung in the air like a noose around Hiruzen's neck.

All the Third Hokage said was, "They fear you, Naruto. You are a reminder of the pain the Kyuubi caused."

There was a silence between them, one that cut deep. Hiruzen could see the questions swimming in Naruto's eyes, and then, finally, one slipped out.

"Why did they know, but I didn't?"

Hiruzen closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of his past decisions bearing down on him. "Seven years ago, I made a law forbidding anyone from speaking about your status," he said, his voice filled with regret. "I hoped it would allow you to live a normal life."

Naruto's reply hit Hiruzen like a kunai to the gut. "Look how good that turned out," Naruto said, his voice empty, bitter. The words made Hiruzen wince, and he couldn't argue. He had failed him.

"Hokage-sama." The title slipped from Naruto's lips like poison, and Hiruzen felt his blood run cold. Naruto had never called him that before.

Did I just lose him?

Hiruzen's mind blanked for a moment, panic surging in the pit of his stomach. He nodded, trying to keep his composure, even as the weight of that title—Hokage—pressed down on him like a stone.

"Why did you tell them and not me?"

Hiruzen tried to gather himself, to find some way to explain, to fix what he had broken. "I… I didn't. I was trying to protect you." His voice wavered, the weight of his years pressing harder than ever. Before he could explain further, he felt it—a shift in the air, something dark and heavy.

Naruto's bloodlust.

It was sudden, raw, like a wave of malice washing over the room. Bloodlust, Hiruzen knew, was an illusion cast by the remnants of Yin chakra from the dead. Each shinobi's bloodlust was unique, tied to their kills. The more kills a shinobi had, the stronger their bloodlust.

But Naruto's… it was like nothing Hiruzen had ever felt before. It was as if he was surrounded by corpses, as if they were rising around him, animated and malevolent, biting and clawing at his skin.

Hiruzen tapped his fingers lightly, releasing a burst of chakra that shattered the illusion, dispelling the bloodlust. He had to act quickly—the Anbu might have intervened, and that would have made things worse. He couldn't afford to let this spiral any further.

Naruto stood up suddenly, as if to leave, and Hiruzen's heart clenched. He couldn't let him go. Not like this. Not without saying something.

"I did protect you," Hiruzen said, his voice rougher than he intended. Naruto paused at the door but didn't turn. The silence between them was thick, suffocating.

"A Jinchuriki isn't something unique to Konoha," Hiruzen continued, his voice steadier now, desperate to make Naruto understand. "All five great villages have their own. In Sunagakure, their Jinchuriki is physically and mentally abused, tormented from the moment they can remember."

Hiruzen had made sure of that—made sure Naruto was protected, even when he didn't know it. He had ensured that no one could touch him in those early years, that no one could harm him physically. But emotional scars? The ones that came from isolation, from the whispered insults, the glares, the loneliness... He hadn't protected Naruto from that, and it gnawed at him now.

The silence between them grew heavier. Hiruzen couldn't even begin to guess what was going on in Naruto's mind. Was he angry? Hurt? Confused?

"Thanks for being a decent human," Naruto muttered, his tone cold, detached. It was a stab to Hiruzen's heart.

The Hokage winced. Naruto wasn't wrong. He'd done the bare minimum—kept him alive, made sure he wasn't openly abused. But was that enough?

No!

After the Kyuubi attack, the village had been in such a fragile state. Kumo had been threatening war, there was the Uchiha situation festering like a wound, and then there was Danzo… Always Danzo, always scheming.

His plate had been full—overflowing, really. But that didn't excuse it. Hiruzen still should have done better. Naruto deserved better.

I failed you, Kushina. I failed you, Minato.

Goddamn this stupid hat and its responsibilities. Hiruzen cursed silently, feeling the old frustrations bubbling beneath the surface. He was an old man, for the Sage's sake! He had led this village for over fifty years. He hadn't even had time to properly mourn his wife and children's deaths, and here he was, still leading, still trying to keep everything from crumbling. His bones ached with the weight of it all, but he couldn't stop.

And yet…

None of it mattered in this moment. None of my sacrifices, none of my excuses.

The sound of the doorknob turning snapped Hiruzen out of his thoughts. He looked up and saw Naruto, ready to leave. His heart lurched in his chest. No. Not like this. Not again.

In one last desperate attempt, Hiruzen spoke. "I didn't tell the village about you."

Naruto stopped, turning slowly to face him, his expression unreadable. His eyes asked the question his lips didn't: Who?

"After you were born, the Fourth Hokage—Minato—wanted you to be seen as a hero. The hero who kept the village safe."

Naruto snorted at that, a bitter, hollow sound.

Hiruzen couldn't blame him.

Minato, bless his soul, had always been too trusting of the village, too hopeful. He had believed in the people's ability to see past their grief and pain, to see the sacrifice that had been made. But they hadn't. They couldn't.

"The people couldn't accept it," Hiruzen continued, his voice softer now. "Seeing the level of pain and grief the village was in, they wouldn't honor Minato's dying request. They were too consumed by their own hurt, their own fears. So I kept it a secret. I waited, hoping you'd grow into it, that you'd be ready to bear that truth when the time came. But… by the time you were five, the secret was leaked. And I had to make my law to stop it from spreading any further."

Hiruzen watched Naruto, hoping—praying—that something, anything he said would reach him. He had made so many mistakes before, with Asuma, with Orochimaru, with Tsunade.

Every time, he'd let things go too far. Every time, he thought he could wait.

That things would fix themselves if he just gave them time.

But that was Hiruzen's greatest failing. Not stepping in sooner. Not stopping the damage before it was too late.

And now, standing here, watching Naruto's expression harden, the old man feared he was too late again.

Naruto raised his hand, and as Hiruzen watched, his skin lightened, turning ashen. That's when Hiruzen felt it—heat. The air in the room grew thick, heavy, like the very oxygen was burning away. Instinctively, he licked his lips, but they were already dry, parched by the sudden change. The temperature climbed quickly, almost unnaturally.

What in the world?

Hiruzen had mastered all five chakra natures, boasting what many would call the greatest understanding of chakra nature manipulation in the world. And yet, as that small fireball began to form in Naruto's palm, Hiruzen felt something he hadn't experienced in years—his own fire chakra being suppressed. It was as though the flames in his own body, the essence of fire he had long mastered, were being suffocated.

He wasn't the only one who noticed. The tension in the room was palpable. His Anbu guards sensed it too, the danger radiating from Naruto like a furnace about to explode. One of them moved instantly, appearing in front of Hiruzen as a shield, while the other dashed toward Naruto, preparing to restrain him.

But in a move that left Hiruzen speechless, Naruto reacted before the Anbu's blade could even come close. His movements were fluid, instinctive, as though he could see the Anbu coming—twisting on the balls of his feet, deflecting the attack with a grace and precision far beyond his years. And then, in the blink of an eye, he was about to fireball the Anbu point-blank.

No!

In that instant, Hiruzen unleashed his bloodlust.

Everything in the room froze. The air itself seemed to stop, and all eyes were drawn to him. Naruto, the Anbu—all of them—were caught in the illusion Hiruzen had cast, an illusion born from decades of war and death. Before their eyes was a mountain of corpses, each one a life Hiruzen had taken, each one a testament to the blood he had spilled. And there, atop that mountain, he sat like the Monkey King, gazing down upon them.

"Dismissed," Hiruzen said coldly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

The Anbu vanished, leaving only Hiruzen and Naruto. Hiruzen watched as the boy stood there, slightly shaken but holding himself together better than most would have. Even chunin couldn't have responded like that to an Anbu— even if the Anbu was holding back—but Naruto? He did.

And then Hiruzen's eyes caught something—an axe, shimmering in Naruto's hand. He blinked, and it disappeared. Space-time ninjutsu?

No, impossible. Naruto couldn't possibly know a space-time jutsu, could he? Hiruzen nearly laughed at the absurdity of the thought, but the question still gnawed at him. What just happened?

Before Hiruzen could ask, Naruto's voice cut through the silence. "Where's the guy that ruined my life?"

Hiruzen's heart clenched. He knew who Naruto meant—Danzo. Damn that man. Even in banishment, his shadow loomed over them all. Hiruzen spoke quickly, keeping his voice steady. "I've dealt with him."

Naruto wasn't satisfied with the answer—Hiruzen could see it in his eyes. Naruto turned to leave again, his hand already on the door. Desperate to understand where they stood, Hiruzen asked, "Naruto, I've never seen that fire jutsu before. Can you tell me how you learned it?"

It wasn't the fire jutsu that truly intrigued Hiruzen, though he needed to know about it. What he really wanted to know was how that axe had appeared and disappeared. The fire jutsu was a puzzle, yes, but the axe… That was something else entirely. He asked the question to see where he stood with Naruto now. Was he still his Jiji? Or had that bond been severed, lost in the whirlwind of secrets and pain?

The silence stretched, heavy and unbearable. Hiruzen watched Naruto's back, hoping for something—anything—that might reassure him that the boy he once knew was still there.

But Naruto didn't even turn around.

His response hit Hiruzen like a slap to the face. "Fuck off!"

Hiruzen stood there in stunned silence as the door slammed shut, the sound echoing through the office. Slowly, he closed his eyes, trying to collect himself. Naruto's words, his anger—it was like a dagger in Hiruzen's chest, twisting deeper with every second. I've lost him. Kami, I've lost him.

Hiruzen looked down at his old, weathered hands, at the smoking pipe still resting on his desk, and then at the portraits of the Hokage hanging on the wall. His gaze lingered on the fourth picture—the bright blue eyes, the spiky blond hair, the jaw-length bangs that belonged to Minato Namikaze.

You should be here, Hiruzen thought bitterly. You should be wearing this hat, not me.

---

Dinner was quiet, just the way Inoichi Yamanaka liked it.

He sat across from his daughter, watching as she absentmindedly toyed with a piece of grilled fish on her plate, her eyes glued to one of those cheesy romance novels she was always reading. He tried to ignore the irritation building up as she skimmed through the pages, half-focused on her food. Today, Inoichi had made sure to include a few high-calorie dishes—things she wouldn't notice were meant to keep her from getting too skinny with that damn diet of hers. He knew she wouldn't appreciate the extra calories, but as her father, he had to make sure she stayed healthy.

"Ino," Inoichi said, breaking the silence. "Let's try something different today. Imagine you're walking through a dense forest. It's peaceful, the trees are tall, and the sky above is clear, only a few rays of sunlight filter through. As you walk deeper, you come across a house. It looks familiar, but you've never seen it before. You step inside. What do you see?"

He could see her pause, her mind snapping to attention as she considered the question. Inoichi always made sure to ask her one psychological question every night before bed. If she was going to be physically weak from all this dieting for her looks, then by Kami, her mind would be sharp. A ninja's greatest weapon was their mind, after all.

Ino Yamanaka was fair-skinned, a girl of average height, with light blue eyes and long, platinum blonde hair that framed the right side of her face.

Ino chewed thoughtfully on her food for a moment, humming softly before responding, "The house is cozy, old but well-kept. There's a warm fireplace, and the walls are lined with books. I can see myself spending hours there… and maybe Sasuke would be there too, reading."

"Sasuke again, huh?" Inoichi raised an eyebrow, watching her light up at the mention of his name.

"Of course! He'd be there, sitting by the fire, reading something smart. It's romantic." She snapped her fingers, eyes gleaming. This had become routine. Every question, every test, always seemed to lead back to the last survivor of the Uchiha clan.

Inoichi couldn't fault her for it—not yet anyway.

She was young. Let her have her fantasies.

As her father, though, it worried him. The crush was innocent enough, but Ino was now a genin. Life as a shinobi was anything but a romantic novel. Maybe that's why Inoichi let her indulge in these little daydreams for now—her innocence was fleeting, and he knew it would be stripped away in time. He told himself she would grow out of it. She was smart enough to figure it out. In a month, maybe two, she'd start to take this seriously.

But even as he told himself that, his gaze drifted toward the picture of her mother—his late wife, who had died during the Kyuubi attack.

Don't worry, my love, he thought, his heart heavy. Our daughter is safe. As long as I'm breathing, nothing will harm her.

Inoichi shifted his focus back to Ino. "Interesting answer," he said, choosing his next words carefully. "You know, how you interpret that house reveals a lot about how you see your inner self."

Ino blinked, lowering her book. "My inner self?"

He nodded. "The house represents your mind, your subconscious. What you see inside is a reflection of how you view yourself—your strengths, your comfort zones, and even your desires."

"So, you're saying my mind is a cozy cabin?"

Inoichi smiled. "More or less. It suggests you value comfort, warmth, and intellect—you see your mind as a refuge, a place where you feel safe and in control. But the fact that you brought Sasuke into the picture, that indicates something else."

Ino blushed slightly, setting her book down. "What does it mean?"

"It means that, subconsciously, you believe someone like Sasuke is important to completing your vision of happiness," Inoichi explained. "It's natural to want connection, Ino, but you should also be mindful that relying too much on others to create your inner peace can lead to disappointment."

She sat quietly for a moment, processing the information. Then, with a sly smile, she shrugged. "Well, Sasuke can be part of my cozy cabin if he wants. I'm not kicking him out."

Inoichi chuckled, shaking his head. "Just don't let your cabin rely on someone else's presence. Make sure it stands on its own, with or without him."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, Dad. I know."

Suddenly, Inoichi felt a surge of chakra enter the room. Instinctively, he tensed. An ANBU agent appeared before them, dressed in a white trench coat, the hood pulled low over a bear porcelain mask.

"The Hokage has requested a meeting, Inoichi-sama."

Inoichi nodded, his mind already switching from father to shinobi.

"Goodbye, Dad, and maybe bribe the Hokage to make sure I end up on Sasuke's team!" Ino chirped as he stood to leave.

He sighed, shaking his head. "I'll try, my lemon," Inoichi said, using the nickname she pretended to hate but secretly loved. She stuck her tongue out at him, a playful glint in her eyes.

That innocence, he thought, the kind I never had at her age.

It was hard to watch, knowing that one day soon, the world would take it from her.

"Remember the routine: all leftovers go in the fridge, and make sure Choji gets them tomorrow," Inoichi said as he gathered his belongings.

"Especially the seaweed chips!" she replied, wrinkling her nose at the thought.

"Those are for you," he countered, narrowing his eyes.

She grumbled but eventually nodded. "Fine… whatever."

Inoichi smiled softly at the exchange, savoring the moment. "Goodbye."

"Yeah, yeah, just go already!" Ino rolled her eyes, waving him off like he was an embarrassment.

Inoichi glanced at the ANBU agent, who had been waiting silently by the door, and with a final nod to his daughter, the two of them vanished with a body flicker.

The moment Inoichi stepped into the Hokage's office, he knew something was wrong. Hiruzen looked more stressed than Inoichi had ever seen him. It was as if the announcement of the Fourth Shinobi World War had dropped on his desk. A knot formed in Inoichi's stomach.

Please, anything but that.

The thought of war sent a chill down his spine. Not because he feared it for himself, but because he couldn't bear the thought of his daughter—of all the children in Konoha—experiencing the horrors that come with it. War strips away innocence, leaves scars on the soul that never heal. Ino was smart and strong in her own way, but no child should ever have to face the atrocities of war.

"Hokage-sama," Inoichi greeted, his voice steady, though his mind was racing through worst-case scenarios.

Hiruzen seemed to sense his growing unease. He offered Inoichi his smoking pipe, a rare gesture.

"Thank you, Hokage-sama, but I'd like to live long enough to see my daughter marry a bastard that doesn't deserve her," Inoichi said with a small smile, though the humor did little to settle the tension gnawing at him.

Hiruzen smiled in return, though there was no warmth behind it. "Don't worry, Inoichi. I need your mind."

My mind?

Inoichi narrowed his focus on those words. If Hiruzen needed strategic advice, he would have called Shikaku. Shikaku was the genius when it came to battle plans and strategy. But this wasn't about strategy—Hiruzen needed him for something else. Psychological help.

"What can I do for you?" he asked, his tone careful, measured. The knot in his stomach tightened as he waited for the Hokage to speak.

"It's Naruto."

The moment the name left Hiruzen's lips, Inoichi's mind slammed to a halt.

Naruto?

Uzumaki Naruto? The prankster of Konoha? The orphaned son of the Fourth Hokage? The current container for the Kyuubi no Yoko, the very being that had ravaged their village twelve years ago and killed his wife?

Inoichi felt his heart rate spike, but he kept his face neutral. He had never blamed the boy for what happened. He knew the difference between Naruto and the Kyuubi—they were separate. But the very idea of the Kyuubi was enough to make him take this seriously, dead seriously.

His mind raced through everything he knew about Naruto. From the rumors around the village to the comments Ino had made about him—how she would tease him, calling him a knucklehead, a loudmouth.

"Is this about his graduation?" Inoichi ventured. Perhaps Naruto was angry about failing, or maybe he'd had a violent outburst. It wasn't impossible that the Kyuubi's chakra had been released in a moment of anger or frustration. The boy had never shown the talent that either of his parents had, and Inoichi could imagine the frustration building up in him.

But Hiruzen's next words were like a hammer blow.

"No. Naruto learned about the Kyuubi."

Inoichi felt his mind go blank for a moment. His eyes widened slightly, and he motioned to the Hokage, silently asking if the boy had learned this from him.

Hiruzen shook his head.

This is bad. Very bad.

Inoichi took a deep breath, steadying himself. "Can you start from the beginning? What happened exactly?"

---

Naruto stood in front of the old apartment building that the Hokage had given him when he was a kid.

More of an apartment complex than a house, really. The building stood weathered and beaten, like it had been forgotten by time. The reddish-brown roof sloped down in layers, the tiles worn and cracked. Tangled wires snaked along the green trim of the beige walls, and silver chimneys jutted from the top like broken teeth. One section extended out awkwardly, like the bow of an old, rusted ship.

No one else lived there.

Just him.

And now he finally knew why.

In the span of one night… Naruto had gone from being the knuckleheaded ninja to some kind of emo. He should've laughed at or even denied that thought, but he couldn't muster the energy.

Too much had happened. Too much to process.

His head felt heavy, like it was filled with sand, dragging him down with every step.

How many more lies are there? Naruto wondered, his chest tight. How much more don't I know?

He kicked off his shoes the second he stepped inside, not caring where they landed. The coldness of the floor hit his feet, but he didn't care. He just slumped down, his back against the wall, his legs stretched out in front of him.

I'm so tired.

"I just wanna sleep, dattebayo..." Naruto's voice came out weak, not even recognizable as his own. He wanted nothing more than to just shut off his mind, to shut off everything, to stop the constant buzzing in his head. The ringing in his ears wouldn't stop. His thoughts wouldn't stop.

He pulled his headband off and tossed it aside, getting up slowly. His body moved on autopilot as he shuffled to the cupboard, grabbing a cup of ramen—the only thing he could stomach right now. He boiled some water, poured it in, and just stood there, staring at the cup as it sat on the table. Waiting.

Ignorance is bliss.

It was something his teachers always said whenever Naruto would question something. He used to hate hearing that, but now… now it felt true. Yesterday, life had been simple. He was just Naruto—the orphan, the outcast, the nobody who was gonna become the kickass Hokage.

That was it. That was all he had to worry about.

But now?

Now he didn't even know what he was.

Naruto slumped back into the chair, his hands coming up to rub his face. I don't know anymore. He wasn't a demon. He wasn't the Kyuubi. But that didn't make any of it better. It just made it worse, like the world had flipped upside down, and he was still falling, trying to figure out which way was up.

He grabbed the cup noodles, peeling off the lid. The steam hit his face, the smell familiar, comforting in a way. He mixed the packet in, stirring the noodles, watching them swirl in the broth like his thoughts.

Yesterday was simple.

Naruto took a bite, the hot noodles sliding down his throat. The flavor hit him, and he savored it, but even that felt dulled. The one thing that always tasted great, the one thing that always lifted his spirits, felt… flat. But he ate it anyway. He needed to feel something.

He sighed, putting the cup down. He stared at it for a long moment, then muttered, "Status."

A window flickered in front of him, black with gold lettering, and Naruto stared at it blankly.

[ Name: Naruto Uzumaki ]

[ Covenant: None ]

[ Level: 1 ]

[ Souls: 200 ]

Naruto narrowed his eyes at the screen in front of him. These numbers… they weren't the same as before. Something had changed.

One thing stood out immediately.

[ Souls: 200 ]

[ R Weapon 1: 96 ]

I get souls, he thought, since I absorbed all those hollows and Mizuki-teme, but what's the deal with the other thing?

His gaze zeroed in on the line that said R Weapon 1. What the hell did that mean? He scratched his head, feeling more confused by the second.

Naruto wondered if it had something to do with this. His hand clenched instinctively, and suddenly, the familiar weight of the hand axe appeared in his palm. He blinked, staring at the weapon that just materialized out of nowhere.

"Okay, that's still a thing," he muttered, tossing the axe to the floor with a clatter. He glanced back at the status screen, checking again. This time, he noticed something new—two changes, actually.

[ R Weapon 1: 96 → 20 ]

[ Equip Load: 10.0 / 51.0 → 8.0 / 51.0 ]

R Weapon 1… that's the axe, Naruto realized. It corresponded to whatever he was holding in his right hand. But what was this Weapon 2 thing?

He grabbed a kitchen knife, holding it awkwardly alongside the axe. It felt strange, like he was holding two things he wasn't meant to. The balance was off. Maybe he had to say something?

"Two weapons?" Naruto tried aloud, feeling a bit stupid. "Items? My right hand?" Nothing.

"Equipment," he finally said, and to his surprise, another window opened.

[ Equipment ]

[ Select Item to Equip ]

Naruto's eyes flicked down the list as he placed the axe on the table. Okay, how do I select this weapon? he wondered, his mind racing to figure it out.

Using his left hand, Naruto grabbed the kitchen knife, holding it awkwardly as he tried to make sense of the situation. His gaze shifted between the knife in his hand and the system window still floating in front of him. He studied the options on the screen, trying to see if there was something obvious he'd missed.

[ Left Hand Weapon Slots: ]

[ Slot 1: Dull Kitchen Knife ]

Naruto did the same motion as before, clenching his fist, and this time, the knife appeared in his hand. He blinked, and with another motion, the axe was back. He swapped between them a few more times, the weight shifting in each hand with each switch.

"Huh. That's... kinda cool," he muttered to himself. His curiosity wasn't satisfied yet, though. What about the rest of his gear? He clicked on the armor slot. There was an option to change into his pyromancer outfit or remove it altogether.

[ Armour Slots: ]

[ Gauntlets: Orange Jacket ]

Gone was the scrawny, underfed kid he was used to seeing. Instead, he was staring at a body that was more toned, more muscular. His arms had definition, and his chest and shoulders were broader. His body wasn't huge, but it looked like it had been trained, sculpted.

When did this happen?

Naruto changed back into his normal clothes quickly, the jacket reappearing as if it had never left. The strangeness of it all still nagged at him.

Did the Furtive Pygmy create this system? Does Oscar have this? he wondered, but honestly, he had no idea. He shrugged it off. As cool as this system window was, it didn't give him much in the way of answers. No instructions. Just... this.

Naruto needed to find a way back to Oscar. But how?

He sighed and picked up the cup ramen carton to throw it away. As he walked to the garbage can, he opened his hand, ready to toss it—except the cup was already gone.

"Huh?"

Naruto frowned, glancing at his hand. Then it clicked.

Oh, if I grab something long enough, it goes into my inventory.

"That's actually kinda handy."

[ Inventory ]

— [ Consumables ]

— [ Item: Darksign ]

— [ Description: The Darksign signifies an accursed Undead. Those branded with it are reborn after death, but will one day lose their mind and go Hollow. Death triggers the Darksign, which returns its bearer to the last bonfire rested at, but at the cost of all humanity and souls. ]

Naruto was grateful. He didn't know which god was looking out for him, but whoever it was, he owed them one for showing him how to get back. The thought of returning to Oscar's side gnawed at him, but he knew he couldn't just rush in. Oscar was injured, and that demon was still there.

Let's just get some stuff before going back.

The boy stopped, realizing he had no idea what "stuff" he was even talking about. What was he supposed to grab?

He knew he needed explosive tags, but what about Oscar's injuries?

He scratched his head, trying to think it through.

Iruka-sensei. He'll know what to do.

Iruka's apartment wasn't much—modest, cramped, and barely enough for him to live in. Naruto had overheard other teachers talk about how this was all Iruka could afford on a teacher's salary, but he'd never really paid attention. Iruka-sensei always seemed fine with it. But tonight, Naruto needed his help, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was… off.

When Naruto reached the block where the building was, he didn't even think about using the front door.

Old habits die hard, he guessed.

His body moved automatically, like it had a mind of its own. He leaped up to the nearest rooftop, his feet landing silently on the tiles. The cool night air whipped past his face, but it didn't slow him down. One rooftop to the next, his movements were quick, fluid. It felt so natural—almost like running on flat ground. He'd been doing this for years, sneaking around the village, jumping from one roof to another. It was second nature, like breathing.

Naruto darted through the shadows, his body blending in with the darkness. The moon was hidden behind a thick layer of clouds, making the night feel even darker than usual. Perfect for sneaking in unnoticed.

His feet barely made a sound as he landed on the roof of Iruka-sensei's building. His place was on the second floor, but that wasn't an issue. Naruto had climbed into his window more times than he could count, usually for pranks or to raid his fridge.

Naruto crouched low, making sure he wouldn't be seen from the street below. His eyes scanned the side of the building, locking onto the familiar window of Iruka's apartment. The window was slightly open, just like he expected.

Sensei, you've gotta work on your home defense.

He made his move, leaping across the narrow gap between the roof and the windowsill. His hands gripped the edge, and he pulled himself up without a sound. Sliding the window open just enough to slip through, Naruto crawled inside, making sure not to disturb anything.

The second his feet touched the wooden floor, Naruto froze. Years of sneaking around Konoha had taught him to always listen first. He held his breath, his ears straining for any sound. Nothing. It was quiet—too quiet. He glanced around the room—Iruka's small, simple apartment was just as he remembered it.

The bed was tucked in perfectly, no wrinkles in sight, but Naruto's eyes immediately zeroed in on something out of place—an orange Icha Icha novel lying on top of the bed. He shook his head, trying not to think about what that meant.

Iruka-sensei, really?

"Hey, Iruka-sensei, it's me! I need help with something!" Naruto called out, closing the window behind him. He didn't hear a response, so he moved deeper into the apartment, his feet barely making a sound on the wooden floor.

The blonde walked into the living room and stopped dead in his tracks. The room was filled with old, empty sake bottles scattered across the floor. And slouched on the couch, his head lolling to the side, was Iruka-sensei. His clothes were rumpled, his usually neat ponytail undone, hair hanging messily around his face. His cheeks were flushed red, and he was muttering something incoherent under his breath.

"What the hell...?"

The academy teacher looked like a complete mess. His normally sharp, caring eyes were glazed over, his lips moving sluggishly as he tried to speak.

"N-Naruto? That you?" His voice was slurred, barely more than a drunken mumble.

"Sensei, you stink," Naruto said, scrunching up his face in disgust as he pinched his nose to block out the strong smell of alcohol.

Iruka groaned from the couch, slurring his words. "Oh, is this… my time to die?"

"I need your help, not your funeral plans," he said, doing his best to ignore how out of it Iruka was.

Iruka lazily waved his hand. "Sure… sure… I'm Iruka," he hiccupped, "teacher after all..."

"Okay, so let's say I'm going to fight this demon the size of my house," Naruto said, leaning in a bit. "What kind of stuff do you think I should get?"

Iruka chuckled drunkenly, swaying a little in his seat. "Hahah… you know… how long I've been waiting for this?"

"Really?" Naruto raised an eyebrow, unsure if Iruka was serious or just drunk. But part of him still believed in him. Even in this state, Iruka-sensei was still awesome—just a little… off.

"Yeah, just… get my diary," Iruka mumbled, his words barely making sense as he tried to stand. Only, instead of standing, he fell face-first onto the floor with a loud thud.

Naruto sweatdropped, shaking his head.

"Where's your diary?" the boy asked, poking to check if the man was dead or not.

"My… drawer…" Iruka slurred, still face down on the floor.

With a sigh, Naruto summoned a shadow clone to grab the diary while he bent down to help Iruka off the ground. As he lifted him, Iruka's arm slung around his shoulders, and Naruto felt a mix of emotions—mostly exhaustion. The blonde boy settled the brown-haired man into the chair, taking a deep breath.

Okay, Naruto, focus. Get what you need, then get back to Oscar.

"Iruka-sensei, why are you drinking so much?" Naruto asked, his voice quieter than usual. He couldn't help it; seeing Iruka like this, all messed up, slurring his words—it didn't sit right with him. It was like watching someone who was always strong crumble right in front of him.

Iruka groaned, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "Because… because my best friend died," he muttered, his words heavy with emotion. Naruto blinked, trying to process what he meant. Best friend? Mizuki?

"Even though Mizuki was a traitor, we were friends for years," Iruka continued, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. "That kind of bond… it doesn't just go away, even after betrayal." His voice cracked, and suddenly he was crying.

Iruka-sensei was crying.

Naruto felt a tightness in his chest, but it wasn't because of guilt.

The truth was, Naruto didn't feel anything about Mizuki's death. Not really. Mizuki was trying to kill him, so Naruto killed him first. That's just how it is, right?

It wasn't like Mizuki was some innocent person or a saint. If Naruto hadn't killed him, Mizuki would've killed him. Why should Naruto feel bad about stopping someone who was ready to end his life? Naruto had faced hollows and killed them without hesitation. Mizuki wasn't any different.

But seeing Iruka cry like this—that hurt. Why?

Naruto pushed those thoughts away, not wanting to get lost in them. One of his clones came back with Iruka's diary, and Naruto let out a small sigh of relief. He handed it to Iruka, trying to focus on something else, something that didn't involve death or guilt.

"Here you go, sensei."

Iruka took the diary, flipping it open to the first page. There was a picture—a family photo. He just stared at it, even in his drunken state. There was something so… sad in the way he looked at them, like it hurt just to remember.

"These are my parents, Naruto," he said softly.

Naruto didn't know what to say. "Oh," was all that came out.

"They were killed when the Kyuubi was released 12 years ago," Iruka said, his voice changing—less slurred, more sober, as if the alcohol had loosened its grip on him for a moment.

There was a long pause.

The silence stretched between them as Iruka stared at the picture. A few tears dripped down from his face and splashed onto the page.

"I miss you, Mom. I miss you, Dad," Iruka whispered, his fingers brushing over the image as if he could reach into the past and touch them again.

Naruto knew that the Kyuubi had killed Iruka's family—Mizuki had told him that long ago. But now, watching Iruka cry, the weight of what that really meant finally sank in. This wasn't just some distant story or a fact he'd brushed off. This was real. The pain on Iruka's face was because of the monster inside him.

Without even thinking, he opened his mouth. "Did you ever… blame me for their deaths?"

There was a long, awful silence, and then Iruka said the words Naruto had been dreading. "I did."

Naruto closed his eyes, fighting to keep the tears from coming, as if shutting out the world would make the pain less real.

"But then I got to know you… and I realized I was wrong. You weren't the Kyuubi. You weren't the one I should blame. I'm sorry… for realizing that too late."

Naruto didn't think. He didn't stop to process anything. He just hugged Iruka. He threw his arms around him, tears streaming down his face, soaking into Iruka's shirt. Naruto hugged him as tightly as he could, like if he let go, everything would fall apart.

"Thank you," Naruto managed to choke out between sobs, his voice cracking.

Naruto didn't care that Iruka was drunk. He didn't care that Mizuki was dead or that the village still saw him as the Kyuubi. Right now, the only thing that mattered was that Iruka-sensei—his Iruka-sensei—was still there, still on his side. And for the first time that night, Naruto didn't feel so alone.

Naruto quickly snapped back to the task at hand, wiping his face and trying to focus. There was no time to waste.

"Okay, Iruka-sensei, how do I beat a demon?"

Iruka looked at Naruto through bleary, half-lidded eyes, slurring his words. "Why would I know that?"

"What about your diary?"

"Oh… that…" Iruka muttered, rubbing his face. "When I was younger, I imagined how I'd magically save Konoha from the Kyuubi."

Naruto blinked. Really, sensei?

Even drunk, Iruka looked embarrassed by his own younger self. It was kind of funny in a way, but Naruto wasn't in the mood for jokes. He flipped through a few pages of the diary, scanning over Iruka's childhood fantasies of heroic battles.

This isn't what I need right now.

Naruto threw the book aside, muttering, "Oscar's strategies are better anyway."

Let's ask him this, he thought, pacing back and forth. "What do I do if I face an enemy that isn't affected by a swarm of clones coming at them all at once?"

"What?"

"Come on, sensei, I don't have time for this!"

"Is this the same demon?" Iruka asked, glancing at the bottles around him like he was trying to figure out if this conversation was even real.

"Yes!" he practically yelled. "Iruka-sensei!"

"Okay, okay, not so loud," he groaned, rubbing his temples as if my voice was pounding in his head. He closed his eyes for a second, thinking, and I could tell he was trying to pull himself together, at least enough to give me a straight answer.

Finally, he spoke, his tone more serious. "Alright… if your enemy isn't reacting to clones, you're probably coming at them too predictably. Don't just rush in all at once, especially if they can read your movements. Mix things up—send the clones in waves, scatter them, create a distraction before the real attack. And never rely on just clones. You need to use your environment, your jutsu, your speed, everything you've got to make them vulnerable."

His clones scribbled everything down as Iruka finished talking. Naruto was already digesting the advice, thinking of how he could put it into action.

"Okay, Iruka-sensei, if someone got smacked by something big, like the size of this room, how would you treat them?"

Iruka slurred, barely paying attention. "They'd be dead…"

"No!" Naruto shouted, his voice loud and frantic, startling Iruka. "He is not dead. Just—tell me what to do!"

Iruka blinked, looking at Naruto like he was crazy before rubbing his temples. "Okay, okay… let me think." He groaned, mumbling to himself, still not fully sober. "Bring a medical ninja?"

Naruto clenched his fists. "There's none. I'm all he's got."

That seemed to sober Iruka up a little. He frowned, his face growing serious. "What are the injuries?"

"I don't know exactly," Naruto admitted, feeling his stomach drop.

"Hit by something big?"

"Please, Iruka-sensei, there has to be a way!" Naruto's voice was desperate, like he was grasping for anything, for some piece of advice that could save Oscar.

I can't lose him. Not after everything.

Iruka scratched his head, his words starting to make more sense.

"Maybe try bringing some platelet-boost pills to stop the bleeding, endorphin pills for the pain… Wrap some clean cloth around the wounds to keep them stable. Feed them nutritional pills to keep them alive until medical help comes."

Naruto's clones scribbled down every word like their lives depended on it. Naruto nodded.

This was something. At least now he had a plan.

"That weird flask… it does the job of a medical ninja, right?" Naruto asked, thinking of the Estus flask Oscar had used to heal him earlier. His clones nodded.

Good. That'll help, at least.

"Great. Now, sensei, where can I buy these pills? And where can I get explosive and flashbang bombs?"

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Naruto made it to Shinobi's Edge in no time. It was the only shop still open this late, and the dim light spilling from the windows told him they were about to close. The place was old, with wooden beams that creaked whenever someone moved. The walls were lined with all kinds of ninja tools—everything from kunai to specialized gear only jounin typically used. It smelled like metal and oil, mixed with the scent of old paper from the scrolls tucked behind the counter.

The shop was mostly empty at this hour. Perfect.

"Welc—" the store clerk started to say, but the second Naruto walked in, he stopped mid-sentence. Naruto didn't care. He didn't have time for the clerk's fake smile or whatever he had planned to say next. He went straight for the back, grabbing everything he needed.

He picked up some fuma shurikens.

Yeah, this is going right into the demon's butt, Naruto thought with a smirk.

Naruto grabbed two stacks of ninja wire, a box of flash bombs, and some high-grade explosive tags.

All of this is going to cost a fortune, he thought, his heart sinking for a second. But he had three years' worth of savings. He threw the stacks of ryo onto the counter, not even bothering to count it.

"Here," Naruto said, placing everything on top of the counter.

The store clerk eyed him, his face tight.

"I'm sorry, but you can't buy this."

Naruto didn't have time for this crap. He grabbed all the gear, stuffing it into a storage scroll before the clerk could say anything else.

"Hey! You can't just take that!" the clerk shouted, his voice cracking.

Naruto kept moving, ignoring him. I paid for everything. I'm not going to stand here and argue.

"Stop! That's stealing!" the clerk yelled after him.

Naruto turned and glared, his eyes narrowing. "Shut up, I paid for it! Go count the money!" His voice came out harsher than he intended, and the guy flinched, taking a step back.

Naruto was about to leave, his chakra pooling in his legs, ready to leap out of there and get back to Oscar, when he heard the guy mutter under his breath.

"Of course, the demon brat wants that stuff for nothing," the clerk whispered, thinking Naruto wouldn't hear. "Can't believe the Hokage let a monster like that be a ninja. I'm gonna lose my job 'cause of this asshole who couldn't just die."

Naruto froze, the words hitting him harder than he expected. His hand clenched into a fist, and before he knew it, a fireball began forming in his palm.

One swing, and I could burn this whole place to the ground.

He could make the clerk regret every word, make him fear Naruto the way he always had. The heat in Naruto's hand built up, ready to be unleashed.

But then, Naruto saw the clerk's face—the fear in his eyes. Not just fear, though. That underlying smugness. Like he was right all along. Like this was proof that Naruto was the monster the villagers always thought he was.

He wants this, Naruto realized, his chest tightening. The guy wanted him to lash out, to prove him right. To give him an excuse to say, See? I told you so.

Naruto took a breath, forcing the fireball to fizzle out in his hand.

Ignore him. We have to save Oscar. That's what matters, he told himself over and over, trying to drown out the anger bubbling inside him.

But Naruto wasn't just going to walk away and let the clerk think he'd won.

"Hey, guys," Naruto said, summoning a dozen clones. "Gather all the garbage around here and fill this bastard's store with it."

"Dattebayo!" they all shouted in unison.

The look of horror on the store clerk's face as Naruto's clones tore through the trash bins, piling garbage onto every available surface, was priceless. Naruto smirked, feeling a small, petty sense of satisfaction as he ran out of the store. He etched that expression into his memory—a last laugh before heading back to the other world.

If I have to deal with demons, I'm sure as hell not letting jerks like him get off easy.

Naruto checked everything again, making sure it was all set. His clones had already brought the pills from another store—thankfully, a place that didn't treat him like garbage. He felt a small relief in that, but his mind was racing.

He double-checked the storage seal scroll. The Fuma Shuriken, ninja wire, flash bombs, and pills were all in place. Everything he needed was packed and ready in his inventory.

[ Do you want to use item "Darksign"? ]
[ Yes or No ]

As soon as he thought yes, Naruto's knees buckled. One knee hit the floor as his body surged with a strange energy. Naruto raised his hands in front of him, and there it was—the ring of fire, the Darksign. It glowed bright, the light piercing through his eyes, filling his vision with nothing but a blinding white.

He gritted his teeth. The heat from the Darksign seared into him, but Naruto welcomed it.

"Just wait, sensei," Naruto whispered, barely able to hear his own voice over the rushing sound of power coursing through him. "I'm coming to save you, dattebayo."

Suddenly, the boy's body vanished, swallowed by the blinding magic light, leaving nothing but an empty apartment in his wake.

But not entirely unobserved.

High above, hidden in the shadows outside, a dragonfly watched. Its keen eyes followed the events from afar. But this wasn't just any ordinary insect—it was a creation. The dragonfly's body gleamed unnaturally as it flapped its wings, its body made entirely of ink. As it moved through the sky, it left no sound, no trace, only a dark blur against the moonlit night.

Its destination was a shadowy apartment a few blocks away. The room it flew into was sparse, completely devoid of any furniture or decoration. The only thing that filled the empty space was a giant scroll, unrolled and spread across the entire floor. The ink insect splashed into the scroll upon contact, its form dissolving into the paper.

Overseeing the process was a small, cloaked figure—an ANBU agent dressed in a black cloak with a blank, featureless mask. But this was no ordinary ANBU. This was a Root ANBU Black Ops agent, trained in the shadows, an extension of Danzo's will for Konoha's "betterment."

The ANBU finished a series of hand signs, his fingers weaving through the air with practiced ease.

"Ninja Art—Ink Imagery Transfer," he muttered under his breath, his tone cold and mechanical. The ink from the dragonfly began to shift, swirling into specific shapes and patterns. Everything the ink creature had seen—the entire surveillance—was being transferred into a coded message on the scroll, written in a language only those within Root could decipher. Ever since Naruto's confrontation with the Third Hokage, Root had been keeping a close watch on him. This particular Root agent had been tasked with long-range surveillance, using the ink insect as his eyes. And now, with Naruto disappearing into that strange light, the ANBU knew something was off. Something significant.

The Hokage had opted not to send his own ANBU to follow Naruto—perhaps out of fear of pushing the boy further into distrust. It was a calculated move, but one that played into Root's hands. Root's surveillance had gone unnoticed, and the Hokage's restraint allowed them to observe Naruto undisturbed.

As the Root ANBU finished reading the coded message, his eyes, hidden behind the mask, narrowed. The implications of what the insect had just witnessed were clear.

I must inform Danzo-sama.

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Far away from Konoha, hidden deep within a rugged mountain range, lay a small, secluded temple. From the outside, it looked like any ordinary temple, ancient stone pillars standing stoic against the weathered landscape. But this place had a dark secret—it was no temple of worship. It was a glorified prison known as Fire Zen Temple, a remote location where banished shinobi who were too dangerous to be left free, yet too valuable to be discarded, were sent to live out their days in isolation.

The air around the temple was still, as if even the wind feared to intrude upon the grounds. In the midst of this eerie calm, a small pumpkin garden grew, its vines crawling across the soil. The man tending to the garden seemed out of place, his frail, aging body moving slowly as he dug into the earth with his bare hands. His shaggy black hair hung limply, and his right eye was covered by a bandage. An X-shaped scar marred his chin, a reminder of his youth. He wore a simple white shirt, a black or dark grey robe draped over it, covering him from his feet to just over his right shoulder.

This man was Shimura Danzo—the War Hawk of Konoha, the boogeyman of the shinobi world. And he was calmly planting pumpkin seeds, as if he were just another old man living out his final days in peace.

But behind Danzo stood two silent ANBU guards, their presence a reminder of the reality of his captivity. Or at least, that was the illusion. To the outside world—especially to Hiruzen Sarutobi—Danzo had been stripped of his power and locked away in this temple, guarded around the clock. But the truth was far more dangerous. Danzo had long since taken control of the Fire Zen Temple, turning it into his hidden base of operations, without anyone outside its walls being the wiser.

As Danzo pressed the seeds into the earth, another ANBU appeared. Unlike the others, this one wore a black cloak and bowed respectfully before him. Danzo didn't look up, his single visible eye focused on the garden before him.

"Speak," he commanded, his voice cold, devoid of any emotion. He buried the last seed with a deliberate motion, his fingers pressing the soil over it gently, as if the task itself held some deep significance.

It didn't.

"Danzo-sama, we have received an important report from operatives in Konoha."

Danzo's single eye flickered with the faintest glimmer of interest, an emotion so subtle that it was barely detectable. Slowly, he straightened, rising from his crouch, his gaze shifting from the garden to the Root agent standing before him.

Without a word, Danzo extended his hand, and the report was placed into his grasp. The parchment felt thin, ordinary—but the contents were anything but. His eye scanned the report, moving swiftly over the details: Mizuki's betrayal of Konoha, and more importantly, the report of the Jinchuriki, Naruto Uzumaki, using previously unknown ninjutsu.

The war hawk's brow furrowed ever so slightly as he reached a specific section. Confirmed space-time ninjutsu.

His eye lingered on the words, absorbing their significance. He continued reading, taking in the description of the verbal altercation between Hiruzen and Naruto, the tension that had built between the boy and the Third Hokage.

Danzo remained silent, his expression unreadable. None of the Root ANBU could ever guess what was going on behind that cold, calculating eye.

"Your command, Danzo-sama?"

"Continue your observations of the weapon," Danzo said, his voice like ice, betraying nothing of the plans forming in his mind. "And destroy any evidence of Mizuki's connection to outside forces."

The ANBU operative bowed and swiftly vanished into the shadows, leaving Danzo alone once more.

The original mission had been simple enough in its design: Root operatives would supply Mizuki with the necessary information to obtain the Forbidden Scroll of Seals. In exchange, Mizuki would involve Naruto Uzumaki, faking the boy's death and leaving his body to be retrieved by Root. Naruto, brainwashed and reshaped, would become the perfect weapon for Konoha—an asset Danzo could wield in secret.

But the plan had failed. Mizuki was killed, and Naruto had not been drawn into Root's grasp. Instead, something far more interesting had occurred.

Danzo's gaze flicked back to the report, his mind racing.

Unknown ninjutsus?

Perhaps this was a blessing in disguise. Danzo's lips curled into the faintest hint of a smile.

"Your new abilities will greatly serve Konoha, Jinchuriki."

The world was shifting, and with it, the fate of Konoha. But one thing remained clear to Danzo—Naruto Uzumaki was now more valuable than ever, and he would not rest until the boy was under his control.

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Spoiler: Author Note and Support

Author's Note:

Well, well, well, we've now completed the Naruto side of the fanfic, and quite a lot has happened! Many players are moving and developing their own schemes for our Dark Souls Naruto (yes, that's what I'll be calling him from here on out).

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Now, I'd like to clarify a few things that I think need explaining:

Naruto's Bloodlust: In canon Naruto, "bloodlust" is a bit undefined, so here's how I'm interpreting it. When you kill someone, a trace of their chakra lingers, and since it's a result of death, this lingering chakra is always Yin chakra (associated with the mind and soul). Yin chakra is typically used for genjutsu, so when a ninja flares their chakra, the residual Yin can create an "illusion" of death, otherwise known as bloodlust or killer intent.

Why does Naruto have this ability? Unlike regular ninjas, Naruto can absorb souls, which means his chakra contains a higher Yin component, even though he hasn't killed many yet. This high Yin chakra causes his bloodlust to cast the illusion of Hollows overwleming you.

How did Naruto manage to deflect an ANBU? The ANBU was holding back and intended to restrain Naruto by placing her weapon near his neck. Through Focality, Naruto saw this intention, so his counterattack caught the ANBU off guard. Had Hiruzen not intervened with his killer intent and frozen both of them, the ANBU would have taken Naruto more seriously.

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Chapter no.3 Squire of Oscar vs The Stray Demon

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The light faded as quickly as it had come, leaving Naruto standing in the courtyard again.

Wait… I know this place.

Instinct took over, and he jumped back, his eyes darting to the entrance where the Asylum Demon had been. But the door—it was closed.

"Didn't we open that?" Naruto muttered, frowning as he looked up at the second floor. Oscar had gotten flung up there.

I need to find him first—then we'll deal with that demon bastard.

Without wasting any more time, Naruto pulled out his ninja wire and grapple hook. His hands worked quickly, tying the wire around the hook before launching it upward. The hook caught the edge of the second-floor ledge with a satisfying clink. He yanked the wire tight and started climbing, his feet pushing off the wall as he scaled the inner side of the asylum.

As soon as he reached the top, a hollow came rushing at him.

Didn't I already kill this thing?

It lunged, swinging its rusted sword at his head, but Naruto ducked under it, rolling to the side. Too slow. He pulled out a kunai and, in one swift motion, lodged it into the hollow's skull. The hollow crumbled to the ground, lifeless.

These things just keep coming back… how did everything reset?

He didn't have time to dwell on it because his eyes caught something in the corner—a room, partially collapsed, and inside, lying on a pile of rubble…

"Oscar!" Naruto almost choked on the word, his chest tightening.He's alive, right? He's gotta be!

But Oscar wasn't moving. Naruto swallowed hard, panic rising in his throat.

I need to get to him.

The room was a mess of rubble and debris. Oscar must've been thrown through the ceiling. There wasn't an easy way in.

Naruto ran to the right, scanning for an opening.

If there's no way in, I'll make one.

Explosive tags flickered in his mind, ready to blow a hole in the wall if he needed to.

Then he heard it—the sound of something rolling.

Naruto's heart skipped a beat.The ball!That giant iron ball that had almost crushed him before.

If everything reset… it's coming right for me!

He threw himself forward into a roll, his body hitting the ground hard as he tumbled out of the way. The sound of metal crashing into stone roared behind him. He turned, breathless, just in time to see the ball smash into the wall, creating a massive hole where it had hit.

Well… that worked out in my favor, dattebayo,Naruto thought, his face lighting up in relief as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. Through the dust and debris, he could see the hole the iron ball had left—a jagged gap leading right into the room where Oscar lay.

"Thanks for the assist, you big metal jerk," Naruto muttered under his breath, grinning.

But then he heard the hollow—the one that had kicked the ball down the stairs. Its footsteps echoed in his ears, and Naruto's grip tightened around the kunai.

"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"

A few clones poofed into existence, rushing up the stairs. Naruto would have loved to deal with that hollow himself—kick it down the stairs and make it regret messing with him—but Oscar was more important.

As Naruto entered the room, his breath caught in his throat. The sunlight filtered through the hole in the ceiling, casting a soft, golden light on Oscar. He was lying there, unmoving, on a pile of rubble. For a split second, it was one of the most beautiful things Naruto had ever seen—a warrior bathed in sunlight, like something out of an old story. But reality snapped him out of it just as quickly.

"Sensei!" Naruto screamed, his voice bouncing off the cold stone walls, swallowed by the emptiness around him.Please… please respond.

Oscar didn't move.

No, no, no, not like this.Naruto's legs moved before he could think, carrying him toward Oscar, his heart hammering in his chest, driven by pure panic. When he reached Oscar, he froze—a few empty estus flasks lay scattered around his feet, their golden glow long extinguished.

But then Naruto saw it—the faintest rise and fall of Oscar's chest. His breath caught.Oscar was breathing. Barely.He's alive. He's still here.

Relief washed over Naruto like a wave, but it quickly faded. There were no visible wounds, no blood—nothing he could see to fix. His eyes darted around, searching for a clue.Maybe he's just knocked out?

His gaze landed on the empty estus flasks again.Yeah, those weird bottles… they healed him. Sensei's just resting. He has to be.Naruto wasn't ready for any other possibility.

He knelt beside Oscar, placing a hand on the knight's armor, as if somehow his touch could bring him back. "Come on, Sensei," Naruto whispered, his voice trembling. "Just wake up." But deep down, the knot of fear in his stomach only tightened.

He carefully removed the knight's helmet, revealing his hollowed face. It looked worse than anything Naruto had seen before—worse than the hollows they had fought. Oscar's skull—his skull was caved in on the right side.

Naruto froze, his stomach turning.How… how is he still alive?

Suddenly, Oscar stirred. His eyes fluttered open, weak and unfocused. Naruto felt his heart leap into his throat.

"You're awake!" Naruto shouted, barely able to contain his relief. His hands fumbled as he pulled out the medicinal pills he had brought. "You're gonna be fine, Sensei. I—I went back to my world and got these. Just take them, and you'll be fine, and then we'll go kick that demon's ass… together!"

Naruto tried to smile, tried to be strong, but his hands were shaking so badly that the pills rattled in their container. Come on, Naruto, calm down.

"Save… save them for yourself, Naruto."

Naruto's heart clenched, a feeling of dread sinking into his stomach. "No!" he cried, shaking his head, his voice breaking. "I got these for you! Don't you dare give up on me!"

Oscar's faint smile faded, his eyes softening with something almost like pity. "Naruto… I'm beyond repair." His voice was weak but steady, as if he'd already accepted what was coming. "I can feel it. My soul… it's slipping away."

Naruto's eyes burned as he knelt beside Oscar, gripping his hand tightly. He could feel the tears starting, even though he tried to hold them back. He wasn't ready for this. He wasn't ready to lose Oscar—not now, not after everything. "Please, Sensei… don't go," he choked out, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Please… don't leave me."

Oscar's gaze softened even further, the gentleness in his eyes contrasting with the pain etched across his face. "I'm… I'm sorry, Naruto," he said quietly. "But… I can't keep my promise."

That did it. The tears broke free, streaming down Naruto's face in hot, unrestrained rivulets. He clenched his jaw, trying to be strong, but the more he tried, the more it hurt. His heart felt like it was being crushed under an impossible weight. He'd just met Oscar hours ago—a stranger who had somehow become his teacher, his friend. And now he was dying, slipping away right in front of Naruto. It felt too fast, too unfair.

"Don't cry, Naruto," Oscar murmured, his voice almost scolding, but there was a gentleness to it. "Be… brave."

Brave. Naruto was supposed to be brave. But how? How could he be brave when he felt like his entire world was crumbling? He tried to nod, tried to force a smile, but it was impossible. "Yeah… I'm brave. I'm… I'm brave," he whispered, sniffling, his hands shaking as he clung to Oscar's. He bit his lip so hard he tasted blood, but he couldn't stop the tears.

"I… I can't be brave, Sensei," Naruto finally admitted, his voice breaking, feeling like a little kid who didn't know what to do. "I… I don't know how."

Oscar's hand trembled as he reached up, resting it gently on Naruto's shoulder. "Bravery… doesn't mean not feeling fear, Naruto. It's… standing up despite the fear. Despite the pain." He took a shaky breath, each word coming slower, weaker. "This world… it's a cruel one. But it doesn't deserve your innocent tears. Being brave… means standing tall and proud… even when everything else is falling apart."

Oscar's words sank into Naruto like stones, heavy and unyielding, each one filling him with a strength he didn't know he had. The tears kept coming, his heart still ached, but somehow, Oscar's words steadied him, gave him a small piece of solid ground to stand on, even as the world crumbled around him.

"I'll… I'll be brave, Sensei," Naruto whispered, his voice trembling but filled with a new resolve. His eyes were swollen and red from crying, but he wiped his face with the back of his hand, trying to pull himself together, even if it was just for a moment.

"Naruto… may I ask? What does… 'Sensei' mean?"

The question caught Naruto off guard, and for a second, he almost forgot his pain. He looked at Oscar, swallowing hard as he tried to find his voice. "Sensei… it means teacher. But it's more than that. It's… someone you trust. Someone who shows you the way, who believes in you when no one else does."

"Then… I am honored… to be your Sensei."

"If you've… if you've given me the honor of being your Sensei… then let me give you… a title from my world." His voice was faint, barely audible, but filled with meaning. "A Squire. In Astora… a Squire is someone who follows a knight. Someone who learns from him… who will one day become a knight themselves. Someone who… inherits the knight's will and mission."

Naruto's tears fell harder, his heart aching with every word. He didn't fully understand what a Squire was, but the weight of the moment pressed down on him, and he knelt beside Oscar, trying to be strong, trying to be worthy of the title his Sensei was giving him.

Oscar's hand trembled as he placed the sword on Naruto's shoulder, the cold metal pressing against his skin. His voice, though faint, carried a gravity Naruto had never felt before. "Naruto… I've never had a Squire before. I've always walked this path alone. But now… I ask you to continue where I've fallen. To carry on my mission… to keep the torch lit."

Naruto's heart pounded, each word sinking deeper into him, filling him with a purpose he hadn't known he needed.

Oscar's hand lifted the sword to Naruto's other shoulder, his movements slow and deliberate. "There is… a saying in my family… 'Those who are Undead are chosen.' You're leaving this place, this asylum. But it's not just an escape—it's a journey. A pilgrimage… to the land of the Ancient Lords. When you ring the Bell of Awakening, your fate… the fate of the Undead… will be revealed."

Oscar paused, his breath shaky, and Naruto held onto every word. "Now you know… and because of that… I can die with hope in my heart."

"Yes, Sensei," he managed to say, though his voice was thick with emotion.

Oscar looked at him with a gentle, tired smile. "I'm sorry, Naruto… but you'll have to face… the world without me. The demon… without my help. Without the healing of Estus flasks."

Naruto forced himself to smile, through the pain, through the tears. "It's okay, Sensei," he said, trying to be strong, just as Oscar had told him. "I heal fast. I'll… I'll be fine."

"Naruto… I believe… you are the chosen undead."

Naruto shook his head. "No, Sensei. I'm your squire," he said, as if that title meant more to him than any prophecy or destiny. To be a squire to this knight—a knight who had given him strength, hope, purpose—was all that mattered.

"Then… I will make you my squire, Naruto Uzumaki. I'll pass to you the honor and the duty of my order."

Oscar took a trembling breath and, with the last of his strength, lifted the Astora straight sword, the blade gleaming faintly in the light. Naruto knelt down beside him, feeling the weight of the moment press upon him, his heart pounding with both sorrow and pride.

Oscar's hand was unsteady as he held the sword over Naruto's shoulder, his voice barely a whisper, but every word carried the weight of tradition, of honor, of a knight's legacy. "Naruto Uzumaki… by this sword, I name you Squire of Astora. To serve in the light of the first flame… and to defend against the darkness."

Naruto's chest tightened, and he swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay still, to listen, to absorb every word. The weight of the blade on his shoulder felt heavy, yet right, as if it was binding him to something greater than himself.

Oscar lifted the sword and tapped it gently on Naruto's other shoulder, his voice growing weaker but filled with resolve. "As a squire… you will walk the path of the knight. You will carry the torch… where I have fallen. You will uphold… the Knightly Precepts of Astora."

Oscar's hand wavered, and Naruto reached out, steadying his Sensei's arm as he held the sword. "Teach me, Sensei," he whispered. "Please… teach me the way of the knight."

"Then listen closely, Naruto," he whispered, his voice so soft that Naruto had to lean forward to catch each word. "The first precept… A knight's purpose is to serve… to protect those who cannot protect themselves."

Naruto wasn't the brightest in school. Frankly, academics were his worst subject, and lectures had always put him to sleep faster than a lullaby. But Oscar's words—the Knightly Precepts of Astora—were different. These weren't just lessons; they were pieces of his Sensei's soul. They were a legacy, each word etched into him with the weight of a thousand promises. And as Oscar's voice grew weaker, Naruto held onto every word, carving them into his heart, letting them settle deep into his being.

"And finally…" Oscar whispered, his voice little more than a breath. "A knight… never falters in the face of fear… nor does he waver… in the face of death."

Naruto's hands trembled as he clutched Oscar's, feeling the warmth slowly slipping away.

"A knight doesn't go… Hollow," Oscar finished, his voice fading to silence, his hand going limp in Naruto's grasp.

And then, there was nothing.

Naruto stared, his breath caught in his throat, waiting for something—anything. A sign that his Sensei was still here, still fighting, still… alive. But Oscar's hand was still, his chest no longer rising, his eyes now vacant, the life fading from them like the last flicker of a dying flame.

The silence that followed was like a punch to the gut, an empty, deafening void that seemed to swallow everything whole.

"No…" Naruto whispered, his voice barely audible, as if speaking too loudly might shatter what was left of this moment. "No… Sensei… please don't…"

But Oscar didn't respond. He was gone.

Naruto felt like his world had collapsed around him. The room felt cold, so cold and empty. He sat there, clutching Oscar's lifeless hand, his mind spinning, his heart pounding in his chest like it was trying to tear its way out.

Then, just above Oscar's body, a soft, pure light began to glow—an orb, warm and beautiful, floating like a final blessing. Naruto's breath caught as he looked at it, transfixed, the tears on his cheeks catching the light as it shone brighter, illuminating the room with a gentle radiance.

It was Oscar's soul. Naruto could feel i. The warmth drifted closer, and as it touched Naruto's hand, he felt a surge of strength, a resolve that filled the hollow ache Oscar's absence had left behind. It was like a final embrace, a parting gift, a last act of faith from his Sensei.

And in that moment, Naruto made a silent vow, a promise as sacred as the Knightly Precepts.

I'll carry on your mission, Sensei. I'll ring the Bell of Awakening. I'll finish what you started.

[ Name: Naruto Uzumaki ]

[ Weapons ]

- [ R Weapon 1: Astora's Straight Sword ]

- [ R Weapon 2: Pyromancy Flame ]

- [ L Weapon 1: Crest Shield ]

- [ L Weapon 2: Fists ]

[ Armor ]

- [ Head: Elite Knight Helm ]

- [ Chest: Elite Knight Armor ]

- [ Hands: Elite Knight Gauntlets ]

- [ Feet: Elite Knight Leggings ]

[ R Weapon 1: 96 ] → [ R Weapon 1: 174 ]

[ Equip Load: 10.0 / 51.0 ] → [ Equip Load: 29.8 / 52 (57.31%) ]

[ HP: 573 / 573 ] → [ HP: 594 ]

[ Stamina: 93 ] → [ Stamina: 95 ]

[ Physical Defense: 73 (20) ] → [ Physical Defense: 118 ]

[ Magic Defense: 73 (13) ] → [ Magic Defense: 60 ]

[ Flame Defense: 99 (21) ] → [ Flame Defense: 67 ]

[ Lightning Defense: 59 (16) ] → [ Lightning Defense: 54 ]

[ Poise: 0 ] → [ Poise: 49 ]

[ Bleed Resist: 104 ] → [ Bleed Resist: 101 ]

[ Poison Resist: 194 ] → [ Poison Resist: 72 ]

[ Curse Resist: 35 ] → [ Curse Resist: 30 ]

Naruto whispered to himself, the words heavy in his chest.

"Precept the Fifth: A squire inherits the will, the arms, and the sacred duty of their master."

He pressed an explosive tag against the wall and stepped back, shielding his face as the blast rang out, sending debris and dust flying. When the smoke began to clear, he saw the cracks already knitting back together, the stone walls reassembling themselves almost as if they were alive.

The Asylum… it felt like a beast with its own heartbeat, rebuilding itself piece by piece with some unseen magic. No matter what he destroyed, it would always come back.

I guess that's why Oscar's armor was intact, even though his body was broken.

As the dust settled, Naruto caught a glimpse of his reflection in the gleaming edge of the Astora straight sword. He paused, taking in his new appearance—Oscar's armor now fitting snug against his frame. The chainmail and plate had somehow resized to him the moment he'd equipped it, the heavy metal feeling almost natural against his body, as if it had accepted him as its new master. He wondered briefly if it had something to do with the strange window.

The weight of the armour had felt strange at first, but now, with the sword in his right hand and the crest shield strapped securely to his left arm, he felt a strength he hadn't known before. A quiet, steady strength, as if Oscar himself was there, guiding him.

He took a step forward, the armor clinking softly with each movement.

Suddenly, a cluster of hollow soldiers emerged from the shadows, their rusty swords held high, their dead eyes locked onto him. They charged as one, their steps uneven but relentless, closing the distance with frightening speed. But Naruto was ready. His body moved before his mind had even caught up, his senses heightened, the world around him sharpening. In a single swift motion, he brought the Astora straight sword down in a clean, sweeping arc, cutting through the air with a precise, deadly grace. The hollows fell instantly, their brittle bodies collapsing in a heap on the cold stone floor, defeated in one strike.

A faint whistling sound caught his ear—an arrow.

Way of Focality.

Time seemed to slow as he raised the crest shield, catching the arrow just in time, the shaft clinking harmlessly off its surface. In one fluid motion, he lunged forward, his body and sword moving as one, driving the blade straight into the hollow archer's chest.

"Precept the Second," Naruto murmured, watching the light leave the hollow's eyes as he withdrew the sword and wiped it clean on his sleeve. "Honor thy weapon, for it is thy companion in battle."

Taking a deep breath, he turned to the foot of the staircase that led to the demon's arena. He could hear it breathing up there, a low, guttural sound that reverberated through the stone floor, each exhale like a distant rumble of thunder. The ground trembled slightly under his feet, and he knew that this time, there would be no running. No hesitation.

This is it. Round two.

Naruto tightened his grip on the Astora straight sword, adjusting his stance, feeling the shield balanced on his back. His fingers flexed around the sword's hilt, grounding himself in the weight, the reality of the fight ahead. This was no longer just a battle—it was a duty, a promise.

One step at a time, he climbed the stairs, his footsteps steady, his mind focused.

Naruto… genin of Konoha. He snorted at the thought. That title meant so little to him now. No, he was something more—something greater. Naruto Uzumaki, Squire of Oscar.

With that thought steadying him, he leaped into the air, raising the Astora straight sword high above his head, just as he'd seen Oscar do before with the plunge attack. The air rushed around him, the world blurring for a split second, and then he came crashing down, the blade driving deep into the demon's flesh.

"Round two, you fat bastard!" Naruto yelled, a fierce grin splitting his face as he twisted the sword, feeling the demon roar and writhe beneath him, its massive form shaking with rage and pain.

This was for Oscar. For the knight who had believed in him, even in his final moments. This fight, this mission, this path—Naruto would walk it to the end. He would carry Oscar's torch, and he would not go hollow!

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[Name: Asylum Demon]
[HP: 1900 / 2,195]

Naruto gripped the Astora straight sword tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white as he stared down the demon just a few meters away. In his other hand, he clenched something else, hidden in his closed fist—a smoke bomb, ready to spring his trap. The demon's face had a chunk missing now, thanks to the plunge attack he'd landed, just like Oscar.

"At least now I don't have to throw up when looking at you, dattebayo," Naruto muttered, forcing a grin that felt more like a snarl.

The demon shifted, its massive form tensing up, eyes narrowing as it prepared to leap at Naruto. He saw it in its stance—You're gonna try the same move again? Fine. Let's play.

Naruto threw the smoke bomb to the ground, and a thick cloud enveloped the arena. The demon took the bait, lunging straight into the smoke, just as planned. He didn't have to see it to know what was coming—the thunderous sound of its hammer swinging down confirmed it.

As the smoke thinned, Naruto saw the demon's monstrous form breaking through, hammer raised high. That's when his clones moved, their shield formation snapping into place. The hammer came down hard, colliding with the shields.

And then—boom!

The moment the hammer hit, every single clone exploded.

The plan was simple. Naruto had attached explosive tags to his body, knowing that when he used the Shadow Clone Jutsu, everything he wore—including the explosive tags—would be copied onto his clones. This meant each clone was a walking explosive trap, primed to go off when popped. Even though the yield of the clone explosions was weaker than the actual yield of the original explosive tags, the sheer number of clones made up for the reduced power.

The blast threw the demon backward, the shockwave tearing through its massive body. Its hammer—that damn hammer—shattered into pieces, fragments flying everywhere. The force was so strong that the demon stumbled back, arms flailing, its ugly head jerking wildly.

Before it could even process what had happened, Naruto hurled a fuma shuriken from behind one of the pillars. He watched it spin through the air, slicing straight toward the demon's face in a perfect arc. Just a little more...

The demon's head jerked back, and Naruto shouted, "Kai!"

The flashbangs attached to the fuma shuriken erupted with a blinding light, igniting the arena like a miniature sun. The demon let out a guttural howl as the brilliant flash seared its vision, stumbling backward, its massive hands flying up to clutch its face in agony. The deafening sound of its pained roars echoed through the arena, sending tremors through the ground.

The demon thrashed wildly, disoriented, its heavy footsteps shaking the ground beneath Naruto's feet.

"Now!" Naruto roared, his voice cutting through the chaos.

From the second floor, two clones stood tall, their eyes locked on the target. On either side of the arena, hidden in the forms of pots, more clones revealed themselves, their hands glowing with pyromancy flames.

The fireballs flew in unison, streaking across the arena like meteors, each one finding its mark on the demon's body. The impact was brutal—flames swallowed the demon whole, wrapping around its flesh, consuming it in an inferno.

The demon roared to the heavens, its cries like the wails of a beast being torn apart from the inside. The fire ate away at its skin, charring it black, the flames dancing like serpents around its body.

Blood poured from the demon's wounds, thick and dark, like rivers of molten metal. The fire seared its way through the flesh, turning muscle and bone to ash.

And through it all, Naruto stood there, watching the flames do their work, feeling every moment as if it were his own heartbeat.

[Name: Stray Demon]
[HP: 900 / 2,195]

Naruto's eyes flicked up to the name hovering above the demon, the text that had changed with a finality he couldn't ignore.

The asylum demon had destroyed the chains that once held it down, chains forged by Lord Gwyn himself to bind the demon's soul, forcing it into obedience. Those chains kept the beast as the final obstacle for the chosen undead, containing it so its true power wouldn't turn the Northern Undead Asylum into a smoldering ruin.

But now... those chains were gone.

The beast wasn't bound anymore—it was just a stray demon now, consumed by rage and the memory of its home.

Flames licked at its charred skin, embers glowing across its massive body, almost as if the fire itself was alive. The demon's body, blackened with soot, seemed to pulsate with heat, like it had been born in the heart of an inferno. And maybe it had—maybe these flames reminded the demon of its home. Izalith, the land of fire. The land where it had been captured and enslaved by Gwyn's army.

The demon's eyes locked onto Naruto.

For a moment, he felt the weight of that gaze—ancient, filled with anger, with pain, with something far more powerful than he was ready for. But he didn't flinch. Naruto gripped the Astora straight sword in his right hand, while his left held the crest shield firmly in place.

The demon raised what was left of its hammer, the once-great weapon now little more than a crude staff. Naruto braced himself, double-handing his shield in front of him, ready for the strike.

I'm ready. Come on, you bastard, make your move.

But then... it didn't attack.

Instead, the demon slammed its staff into the ground with a force so powerful that the floor beneath them crumbled. Naruto's eyes widened in shock as the ground gave way, and before he could react, he was falling—they were falling—into the darkness below.

They crashed into the basement of the asylum, Naruto's feet barely touching the ground before he stumbled, struggling to regain his balance. The room was massive, a circular chamber with a weathered, stone floor cracked and uneven. Broken tiles lay scattered everywhere, and stone pillars loomed around him, some shattered into pieces, others standing like silent sentinels.

The walls stretched high, built from aged stone blocks that were crumbling with time, moss creeping up their surfaces like nature's fingers reclaiming what was hers. A faint light filtered through the gaps, casting long shadows across the floor. Naruto looked around, his breath catching in his throat when he realized the truth. This was it. The entire asylum was built around this chamber—the demon's cage.

Naruto's mind raced as he tightened his grip on the Astora straight sword, his knuckles turning white. I need to keep my eyes on those spells. That's what worries me most about this demon. Just as he was bracing himself for the next move, the demon lunged, swinging its massive staff in a wide horizontal sweep.

His heart sank. There's no room to dodge. The basement was too small, the space too cramped. Naruto knew he couldn't outrun that attack. Damn it!

In an instant, he used the Substitution Jutsu. The staff hit the spot where he'd been, detonating the explosive tags he left behind on the substitution log.

Boom!

The explosion shook the chamber, filling it with smoke and debris. For a split second, Naruto let himself hope that maybe he'd destroyed the demon's staff.

But then, through the thick smoke, the staff came swinging once more, almost unaffected. The explosion had only delayed it for a fraction of a second. The demon was back on him, faster than he could react.

Did it... did it just figure out my substitution jutsu?

A cold realization hit him.

The substitution only works over a few feet. From point A to B. If someone knows where point B is, they can time their attack to land right when you reappear.

And that's exactly what the stray demon had done.

Naruto barely had time to lift his shield before the staff connected. The force of the blow was like nothing he'd ever felt, a crushing impact that sent him airborne. His shield arm shattered instantly, the bones snapping like twigs. He felt his ribs cave in, sharp splinters piercing through his side. The pain shot through him like a lightning bolt, spreading to his chest as his lungs screamed for air.

He crashed into a pillar with a sickening thud, feeling his spine twist and his head whip back, his vision swimming with darkness and stars. His legs crumpled under him as he slid down the pillar, his whole body feeling like it was on fire. Breathe, just breathe, he told himself, gasping for air that wouldn't come, each breath like knives stabbing into his ribs.

The demon's staff hit the ground again, and Naruto knew what that meant. His pulse spiked.

Oh no... not that attack.

Forcing himself up, his whole body screaming in protest, Naruto staggered toward the nearest corner of the room. His hands were shaking so badly he could barely open the pouch at his waist. He didn't care what pills he grabbed; he just stuffed as many as he could into his mouth, chewing them like they were his last lifeline. Stamina boosters, painkillers, chakra pills—anything to keep him conscious, to keep him from blacking out.

The demon raised its staff high, and Naruto saw the glowing orb forming at its tip—an orb of fire, purer and hotter than anything he'd ever seen. His own pyromancy flames were nothing compared to this. The orb pulsed and expanded, growing brighter and hotter until it exploded in a massive shockwave of fire.

The heat hit him first, a searing wave that made his skin feel like it was peeling off. Naruto barely threw himself into the corner before the blast reached him. All my clones... they would've been wiped out if they were too close to the explosion. If only they'd been outside the radius, they'd have survived.

Adrenaline and hormones coursed through his veins, setting his whole body on fire, his nerves screaming with pain and energy all at once. He felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest, his muscles twitching with the urge to keep moving, to keep fighting, to survive.

And then he saw it—the demon's face. It was grinning. Enjoying this. Enjoying watching him struggle, watching him suffer.

Oh, that made Naruto's blood boil. His vision went red, and he felt a vein throb in his forehead. You think this is funny, you overgrown barbecue? He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to his feet despite the pain that tore through every inch of him. You haven't seen anything yet.

Naruto's senses were on high alert as he kept a tight grip on the Astora straight sword, adrenaline coursing through him like lightning. The stray demon reared back, its grotesque body tensing as it prepared a brutal stab with its massive staff. Way of Focality was on overdrive, heightening his perception, slowing everything down as he analyzed the demon's every move. He could see the exact angle of its attack, the precise moment the staff would pierce the ground.

Without hesitation, Naruto jumped, the air rushing past him as the staff shot beneath his feet, narrowly missing him. He landed on the staff's shaft with perfect balance, his feet steady on the twisted wood. He dashed up its length, adrenaline burning like fire through his veins, and leaped into the air, bringing the Astora straight sword down in a heavy downward slash aimed right at the demon's eye.

The blade met its mark with a sickening crunch. Dark, thick blood splattered from the demon's eye socket as the sword dug deep, blinding one of its massive eyes. It roared in agony, the sound echoing in the chamber like the tortured wail of a beast in hell. Naruto felt the vibration of the roar run through his bones, rattling his insides, but he didn't stop.

The demon twisted, snapping its jaws at Naruto, trying to devour him whole. He was ready for it. One of his shadow clones launched him backward just as the demon's mouth closed in, exploding with a deafening boom inside its gaping maw.

Chunks of flesh and teeth sprayed from the explosion, the demon's lower jaw ripped apart into a gruesome mess. Blood poured from the open wound, drenching the floor beneath it in dark liquid. The demon's roar was now a garbled mess of pain, more like a guttural growl than anything resembling a scream.

Naruto stuffed more pills into his mouth, barely chewing as he forced them down. Come on, body, heal faster! He gritted his teeth, shoving the pain to the back of his mind. He needed to keep moving. He couldn't afford to slow down now.

He saw the demon slam its staff into a nearby pillar, feeling the energy building near the center of the room. It's a spell—it's trying to set up another blast. The staff slam was a distraction, and he knew it. Naruto bolted, trying to get outside the blast radius.

Too slow.

The red orb exploded, sending a shockwave that hit Naruto like a freight train. He was flung off his feet, the ground spinning out from under him as he slammed into the floor, the impact rattling his bones. His helmet saved his skull from cracking open, but his vision blurred, and he tasted blood.

The sound of wings flapping filled his ears. Naruto looked up just in time to see the demon lifting off the ground, its massive wings beating the air, only to fold them in as it prepared to dive-bomb him.

Fat bastard is going to squash me like a bug, Naruto thought, his fingers already flying through the hand signs for the Substitution Jutsu. At the last second, he vanished, but he didn't leave behind a log or stone this time.

No, he left behind a very special gift—a fuma shuriken, glinting in the dim light as it spun up toward the descending demon. It landed right in the worst possible spot—the demon's rear end.

The impact was grotesque, the fuma shuriken lodged deep in the demon's hindquarters. Naruto didn't even have time to savor the moment before he shouted, "Kai!" activating the explosive tags wrapped around the shuriken.

The explosion was catastrophic. The blast ripped through the demon's lower body, tearing apart its insides. A mess of blood, entrails, and what looked like shredded organs sprayed out in all directions. The demon's guts spilled out in a steaming pile on the ground, the smell so foul it made Naruto's stomach lurch. Its butt region was obliterated, shredded beyond recognition.

Naruto swallowed hard, trying not to vomit at the sight, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the mess he'd created. Part of him felt a flicker of sympathy for the monster, but then he remembered Oscar's words—his precept burned into his mind: "Precept number fifteen: Do not show sympathy for the enemy, for they shall show you none when you fall."

Naruto clenched his jaw, his resolve hardening. No sympathy for a beast that would have torn me apart without a second thought.

But then he heard it—the flapping of wings again. His muscles tensed, ready to defend himself, but he saw something that made his blood boil. The demon wasn't coming back for a fight. It was trying to fly away.

"Oh, hell no," Naruto snarled, eyes blazing with fury. "You're not getting away, not after everything you've done!"

Naruto watched as the demon shot out of the hole like a massive, flaming boulder, and he knew he had to act fast. His muscles tensed as he channeled chakra into his legs, feeling the surge in his thighs and calves that powered his jumps. He launched himself upward, pushing off the cracked ground with everything he had. Not enough. The demon was too fast, already climbing higher, but he wasn't going to give up. Not now.

One after another, Naruto's clones formed beneath him, their hands locking together to fling him higher and higher. Each one threw him further into the air like a human slingshot. The wind rushed past as he soared, adrenaline pounding in his ears as he finally found himself above the demon, the entire scene blurring for a split second as he caught a glimpse of its burning wings beneath him.

This is it.

Without hesitation, Naruto pulled two kunai from his pouch and hurled them with all his strength. The blades tore through the demon's wings, ripping into the charred flesh with sickening precision. It roared, spiraling downward, losing control as Naruto gripped Astora's straight sword with both hands. Gravity did the rest, pulling him down with incredible speed, the sword poised for a final, crushing blow.

But the demon wasn't finished. As he closed in, Naruto saw it point its staff directly at him. A red orb began to form at its tip, growing larger, more intense. He knew this was it—the moment that would decide everything. Either he'd win, or he'd be nothing but ash in a crater.

No choice. Naruto channeled chakra into the explosive tags strapped to his back. They detonated in a deafening blast that should've torn him apart, but Oscar's armor—his armor—saved him. The explosion flung him forward, propelling him with enough force to break through the demon's defenses.

Naruto screamed as he brought the sword down, his blade connecting with the red orb just as it was about to explode. Fire engulfed him instantly, the heat so intense he thought it would melt him from the inside out. His skin screamed, his nerves went numb, and he could feel every fiber of his body wanting to give out.

But he didn't.

Maybe it was Oscar's armor protecting him, or maybe it was sheer willpower. Either way, Naruto knew without looking at the system window that he was down to his last bit of strength—One HP. One last hit. His body felt like it was falling apart, but he didn't stop. The roar that escaped his throat wasn't just from pain; it was everything—every struggle, every loss, every push forward. It felt like Oscar himself was with him, pushing him to keep going, to not give up.

Naruto's blade hit the demon with all the force he had left.

Like a meteor, the demon's body slammed into the floor with a bone-crushing thud, the sound echoing through the chamber. The impact cracked the stone beneath them, sending dust and debris flying as light poured in from above, illuminating the chaos. The demon's body lay still, his sword lodged deep in its skull, the once-pristine blade of Astora now broken, shattered from the final blow.

He stood there, panting, barely able to keep himself upright. But he had done it. He had won. He had slain the demon.

The adrenaline left him all at once, and he collapsed backward onto the demon's corpse. His body was numb, every nerve frayed and useless. His vision blurred as he lay there, staring at the hole in the ceiling. It was over.

But then Naruto saw it—the soul of the stray demon. It gathered above him, swirling into a massive ball of light, pure white with a black shard at its core. It was bigger than him, pulsing with energy, more beautiful and terrifying than anything he had ever seen.

He smiled, weakly raising his hand toward it.

I did it.

A single tear slipped down his cheek as the soul absorbed into him, filling him with a warmth that reminded him of Oscar. Of everything he had taught him. And as the last bit of that soul merged with his, Naruto let his hand fall to his side, his body finally giving in to the exhaustion.

We did it, Sensei. We did it.

[ Victory Achieved! ]
[ You have gained ]
— [ 10,000 Souls ]
— [ 1 Humanity ]
— [ Titanite Slab ]
— [ 1 Homeward Bone ]
— [ Big Pilgrim's Key ]

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Spoiler: Author Note and Support

Author Note:

Holy shit, this was an incredible chapter to write! The next chapter will be out on November 25.

I know many of you are probably feeling sad about Oscar's death (RIP). If you've played Dark Souls, you'll know that Oscar is already near death when meeting the protagonist in the game. The same thing happens here, but with a deeper connection, weight, and legacy. This was planned from the very beginning—Oscar's death creates ripple effects that will profoundly shape both Naruto's character and the world itself in ways you may not even see coming yet.

So, let me know what you thought of Oscar as a character. Despite his short appearance, I tried to give him depth, history, and a sense of culture—elements that felt a bit lacking in the game itself. I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Now, onto the Asylum Demon… In the games, the Asylum Demon and the Stray Demon are two separate bosses. So, why did I merge them into one creature with two distinct phases? Simple: it adds layers to the Asylum Demon's character, builds some intriguing lore, and makes the encounter more memorable.

What did you think of this change?
How did the fight come across to you?
And what did you think of the intensity and brutality in it all?

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Chapter no.4 Firelink Shrine

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Naruto lay flat on his back atop the stray demon's corpse, his mind swirling with the lingering adrenaline high. "What do you even do with a demon corpse?" he muttered, genuinely stumped as he sprawled across the massive, lifeless body. The stench was horrific—like rotting meat left out in the sun too long, mixed with sulfur and ash. It was the kind of smell that clung to your throat, making you gag every time you inhaled.

His whole body was numb, and not just from exhaustion or shock—it was the painkillers he'd downed during the fight. His limbs felt distant, like they weren't his own, as if he were wrapped in suffocating cotton. The pain from his broken arm, cracked ribs, and internal injuries still simmered, dulled by the haze of medication.

Naruto held up the empty Estus flask, tilting it hopefully. Not a drop.

If only I knew how to refill this stupid thing, he thought, frustration bubbling. He'd rushed headlong into the battle without taking the time to figure out how the fire worked.

Oscar would've known.

The thought stung, but before he could dwell on it, a heavy thud echoed through the room. It reverberated like the universe was delivering a fresh problem straight to his lap.

"Oh, come on! Can't this world give me a break?" Naruto grumbled, his head lolling toward the source of the sound.

A figure stepped into the dim light, and even in his half-dazed state, Naruto couldn't help but think, Whoa, that's badass.

The intruder was clad in jet-black armor, its polished surface reflecting an otherworldly gleam. Twin, horn-like protrusions jutted from the helmet, and layered plates covered the figure head to toe, giving it an eerie, predatory silhouette. In its hand was a massive greatsword, nearly as long as Naruto was tall.

Naruto forced his sluggish mind into gear. Focus! Focus now!

The black knight moved, and then suddenly, it was right above him. The greatsword came down with terrifying speed.

Pop!

Naruto replaced himself with a log covered in explosive tags. The moment the knight's sword struck, the tags detonated in a blinding flash, the force obliterating what was left of the demon's corpse.

"Well, that's one way to get rid of it," Naruto muttered, staggering back. He gulped down a chakra pill, wincing at the bitter taste but feeling the energy surge through him.

Smoke filled the room, and for a fleeting moment, Naruto allowed himself hope. But then the black knight emerged, walking through the flames as if they were nothing. His armor was barely scratched.

"You've gotta be kidding me," Naruto breathed, his stomach twisting.

"Hey! I'll give you some ramen if you let me go!" he tried, desperation bleeding into his voice.

The knight didn't respond, simply raising his greatsword for another strike.

"Nope!" Naruto yelped, spinning on his heel and sprinting toward the ladder he'd seen earlier. His hands scrambled for the rungs, and he climbed as fast as his battered body would allow. Each frantic breath burned his throat.

The top of the ladder led to a long, dim hallway. At one end was a jail cell, its bars twisted and broken. The other end seemed to lead back toward the place he'd started. Relief flickered in his chest. Thank whatever god is listening that I didn't wake up on this side.

A metallic clanging snapped him out of his thoughts. Naruto glanced back. The knight was climbing the ladder, his movements slow but relentless.

"No, no, no!" Naruto kicked at the ladder with all the strength he could muster. With a deafening crash, the ladder gave way, sending the knight—and his looming sword—back down to the floor below. The clatter echoed through the hallway like a victory bell.

Naruto wanted to laugh but didn't have the luxury. To one side, the path was blocked by rubble and debris. The other led to the cell, where something glowed faintly inside—bright and inviting.

What's that?

Naruto sprinted toward the cell, his breathing ragged. Inside, the glowing object sat on the floor. Without thinking, he snatched it up.

He blinked, his mind struggling to process what he was holding.

It's… a doll?

Of all the things Naruto expected—swords, weapons, maybe even some weird magical ring—this wasn't it. The doll was strange, made of bronze that had turned green from age, its surface worn and weathered. No face, no features. Just a faceless hunk of metal in the shape of a doll.

Does this thing do anything?

He stared at it, half-expecting something magical to happen. Nothing. Well, it's glowing, so it's gotta be important, right?

Thud.

The sound made Naruto's heart skip a beat. No, no, not now. He turned, and there he was—the black knight, climbing back into the hallway. His presence filled the air, heavy and suffocating, as the doll vanished into Naruto's inventory. He barely had time to blink before he realized the knight was already upon him, his greatsword raised and aimed straight for his stomach.

Shit!

The air seemed to freeze as the massive blade closed in, inches from skewering him like a fish. Naruto could feel the cold bite of the sword's edge, the raw, murderous intent behind it.

Pop!

Naruto barely managed to use the Substitution Jutsu, swapping places with a piece of rubble just as the knight's sword sliced through where he'd been standing. Way of Focality kicked in, slowing everything for just a heartbeat—just enough for Naruto to see the knight's next move: a spinning backhand with enough force to take his head clean off.

This substitution jutsu's gonna get me killed! Naruto thought, his pulse racing. He couldn't keep relying on it—not when it had such an exploitable weakness. He needed something faster.

He summoned a shadow clone to deal with the black knight as he darted toward the ladder, sliding down as fast as he could. The smell of the demon's burning corpse hit him. The air was thick with the stench—charred flesh, sulfur, and that awful, greasy scent that clung to the back of his throat. Naruto tried to ignore it, focusing on his next move as he sprinted toward the other ladder.

Climbing it, he felt a weird sense of nostalgia. This hallway... it felt familiar, almost comforting in its dreariness. But he didn't have time to dwell on that. Two kunai flew from his hand, striking down the hollows that came rushing at him without a second thought.

By now, these weaklings were little more than obstacles in his path.

I could just run, get out of here, Naruto thought.

He had the chance, the opening. But as he glanced back at the black knight, something inside him snapped.

No way am I letting you off that easy, you bastard.

Naruto wasn't going to run.

Why? Because that knight had destroyed the demon's corpse—his demon corpse—the one he'd fought tooth and nail to kill. And now, it was ruined, reduced to ash and scattered bones. Was this revenge out of pure pettiness? Maybe. But screw it. That was his kill, and now it was wrecked. He wasn't just gonna let that slide.

How am I going to kill this guy? I'm practically on drugs, my left hand's useless...

An idea hit Naruto—the same way he dealt with those annoying chunin back at the academy. He wasn't strong enough to take the knight head-on, but he didn't have to. No, he was going to prank this black knight. Just... lethal pranks this time.

The clanking of metal footsteps echoed in the hallway. The knight was coming. Naruto glanced back, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Catch me if you can, you bastard."

And then, he ran.

Naruto killed the hollows in his path with quick, precise strikes, replacing each of their bodies with his clones using the Transformation Jutsu. One after the other. He barely even thought about it; the motions were automatic by now.

He climbed up, muscles burning from the strain, and found himself staring at the bonfire, flickering with that familiar, calming warmth. It almost felt out of place in this nightmare. No time to relax now, he reminded himself. The black knight was right behind him, and he needed to be ready.

Okay, let's go.

Naruto pulled out the smoke bombs from his pouch, popping them open to reveal their fine white powder, table sugar, sawdust pellets, dye pellets, and starch powder. None of that mattered—except the sugar and the white powder. Potassium nitrate or something. Iruka-sensei had told him it was powerful stuff when mixed with sugar and water. Naruto never cared much for the science; all he knew was that it made one hell of an explosion.

He hesitated for just a second as he took out his water bottle. It was for the ramen he'd brought. I was gonna share this with Oscar…

Shaking the thought from his head, Naruto mixed the potassium nitrate, sugar, and water into a yellowish paste, spreading it carefully onto his kunai. He worked fast, his hands moving on autopilot while his clones set up the trap around him. Every second counts.

A few minutes later, the sound of metal clanking against the ladder made Naruto's heart jump. The black knight was climbing up. He felt the memories of his clones pop in his head as the ones that had transformed into hollows tried to sneak attack the knight. Useless—the knight cut through them like they were nothing.

"You're persistent, aren't you? You bastard," Naruto muttered, positioning himself just right, making it look like he was ready to attack head-on.

The black knight bought it. He leaped forward, his shield bashing through Naruto's clone, causing it to pop in a puff of smoke. But he didn't see the real threat—the two clones behind him, holding a ninja wire.

And Naruto, charging right at him.

"You're going down, dattebayo!" one of the clones screamed, dodging the knight's stab by inches. The clone activated the explosive tags on his back, the blast sending him flying toward the knight in a full-body tackle. The force of the impact sent the knight stumbling back, right into the ninja wire trap while the clone popped.

The black knight nearly regained his balance, almost managing to catch himself when Naruto tackled him again. Naruto's weight threw him off completely, and the knight fell into the hole.

Now or never.

Naruto landed on top of him, immediately plunging his kunai into the eye slit of the knight's helmet. The blade pierced through, and with his free hand, he channeled the pyromancy flame into the wound. He couldn't use fireballs, but even the raw pyromancy flame was enough to do what he needed.

The flames ignited the potassium nitrate and sugar paste he'd coated the blade with, and in an instant, it burned like the back of a firework rocket. Hot, searing flames burst from the blade, scorching everything in their path. The heat was intense—the kind that could melt through iron—and Naruto could feel the black knight thrashing beneath him as the fire seared his skull inside his helmet.

The knight slammed into the ground hard, the flames dying down as Naruto watched, his breath coming in ragged gasps. For a moment, he thought it was over, that he'd done it.

But he remembered Oscar's words: Always make sure it's dead.

Naruto stood over the black knight, his body shaking with exhaustion and pain, and plunged the blade in deeper, twisting it until he heard the crack of bone.

The black knight should've been done for. Naruto had literally put a rocket flame and a kunai right into its skull. But no, it wasn't over. Not even close.

As if nothing had happened, the knight shot up, its cold, black hand reaching for him with deadly precision.

Naruto's heart leaped into his throat as he reacted. He jumped, grabbing the ninja wire with both hands. The wire was already taut, and before he could even blink, his clones above yanked him up.

"Plan B!"

They'd been waiting, carrying storage scrolls of shattered pots and dust, ready for his signal. As soon as he said Plan B, they released the storage scrolls, sending the fine pot dust flying down like a storm.

He didn't waste time. With a flick of his wrist, Naruto sent a kunai spiraling down, a string of explosive tags trailing behind it. He didn't stick around to admire the scene; he sprinted away as fast as his legs could carry him, putting as much distance as possible between himself and the underground explosion that was about to happen.

"Kai!" he shouted.

Boom.

The ground beneath him trembled, and for a moment, it felt like the entire asylum was going to collapse. The dust in the air ignited, creating a shockwave that roared through the chamber like a beast. Naruto turned back, the explosion still ringing in his ears, watching as the thick cloud of dust swallowed everything in its path. The blast sent debris flying everywhere, chunks of stone and metal raining down in the aftermath.

Naruto crouched low, shielding his face from the debris. Did that get him? Is it finally over?

When the dust settled, Naruto cautiously approached the edge of the crater he'd created, his heart pounding in his chest. He half expected to see the black knight, still standing, somehow surviving the impossible.

But instead, there it was—a soul orb. A beautiful, glowing orb floating where the knight had been.

Naruto reached out, absorbing the orb into himself, feeling its energy surge through him.

[ Enemy Slain! ]
[ You have obtained ]
— [ 1000 Souls ]
— [ Red Titanite Chunk ]

Naruto let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Finally. It's over.

Looking around at the destruction, the broken remains of the asylum, Naruto knew it was time. Time to leave this place behind. The asylum had served its purpose—Oscar had told him that much—but now... now it was time for the next step.

Sensei, I'll carry your mission forward. I'll see this through.

With one final glance back at the shattered remains of the asylum, Naruto turned and made his way toward the exit.

He approached the door at the far end of the arena, the same door where he had fought the asylum demon. Even without any magic glow or signs, he could feel it—something was protecting this door. Some kind of force, maybe magic or whatever kept this whole place from falling apart. If he hadn't just gone through everything, he might've questioned his sanity.

But he knew. He knew how to open it.

Naruto took out the key he had gotten from the demon, holding it up in front of him as the system popped up again.

[ Item: Big Pilgrim's Key ]
[ Description: Key to the inner door of the Undead Asylum main hall. Big key belonging to a chosen Undead pilgrim. But this Chosen Undead knows not what this pilgrimage has in store. ]

"Thanks," Naruto mumbled at the system, not really caring about its dramatic tone right now. He placed the key into the door, and just like that, it vanished. The door creaked open on its own, revealing a long, winding cliff path ahead. Moss covered everything, and old ruins dotted the landscape, crumbling stone and broken arches.

Suddenly, the ground beneath him began to shake. Naruto turned around, his heart skipping a beat.

The asylum...

The entire building, every wall, every stone—everything started crumbling into the ground like sand. The magic that had kept this place together, the magic that had been repairing it each time it was broken, was gone. The moment he opened the door, that magic was broken. It was like watching the end of something ancient and powerful, and Naruto couldn't help but feel a weird sense of loss as he watched it fall into ruin.

Cold winds whipped around him, biting through Oscar's armor, and Naruto found himself standing there, staring at the destroyed asylum. The place that had been his prison, his battleground... was now gone. And he was alone.

Great, Naruto thought bitterly. Now what?

With no way to go but forward, he sighed and got to work. He took out a kunai and began digging into the ground, the cold earth giving way as he worked slowly, methodically. The sound of metal scraping against dirt was almost calming.

Oscar deserves this.

Once he had the grave ready, Naruto took out a storage scroll and gently placed Oscar's body into the hole.

Oscar's face—his hollowed face—was peaceful, like he'd finally found some rest knowing that his squire had avenged him.

Naruto grabbed a handful of soil, staring at it for a moment before dropping it into the grave. It felt strange, like he was saying goodbye to a part of himself, not just a friend.

As he recited the knightly precepts, the words caught in his throat. His mind kept replaying all the moments he had shared with Oscar, the things Oscar had taught him. Even though losing Oscar hurt more than Naruto wanted to admit, he couldn't help but feel honored. Honored to have met him, honored to carry his legacy.

Naruto found a large stone nearby and dragged it to the grave, placing it at the head like a makeshift tombstone. Taking his kunai, he carved into the stone:

"Oscar, Elite Knight of Astora, a friend, a mentor... a brother. Thank you for everything."

As Naruto finished carving the last word, he read it aloud, his voice breaking. His lips quivered, and before he could stop himself, tears started spilling down his face. He tried to hold it in, to be strong, but he couldn't.

He just... cried.

Naruto didn't know how long he stayed there, sitting by Oscar's grave, letting the grief wash over him. His chest ached, his throat felt raw, but eventually, the tears stopped. Slowly, he wiped his eyes and took a deep breath.

He stood up, putting the knight's helmet back on his head, feeling the weight of it settle on his shoulders. "Naruto Uzumaki, Squire of Oscar..." he paused, wishing he had the words, wishing he could speak like Oscar, like a true knight.

But he wasn't Oscar. He was himself. So he kept it simple.

"Goodbye," Naruto whispered.

With one last glance at the grave, Naruto turned and started walking up the cliff toward the ruins.

Naruto trudged through the snow, the cold biting at his skin, his breath visible in short, shallow puffs. Every step he took left a small crunch beneath his feet, the green weeds and shrubs swaying in the icy wind as if they were whispering secrets to the world. He reached the edge of the cliff and stopped in his tracks.

What lay before him was nothing short of breathtaking—a vast, endless expanse of mountains stretched out as far as he could see, their peaks blanketed in gray mist. They were towering, jagged giants, like the world itself was trying to cage him in, making him feel like this asylum was inescapable.

This place... it's so damn beautiful and lonely at the same time, Naruto thought.

Then, he heard it—a call that echoed through the cold air.

A crow's caw, loud and sharp, slicing through his thoughts. Before he could react, a shadow loomed over him, and suddenly a massive crow, with wings as dark as night and a body the size of a carriage, came swooping down. Its talons, each one as thick as his arm, were outstretched. They grabbed him before he even had a chance to blink.

The world spun as Naruto was lifted into the air, his stomach lurching at the sudden altitude. He had never felt anything like this—flying.

The wind whipped around him, freezing his face, but all he could do was hang there, his heart pounding in his throat. He didn't even dare move; one wrong twitch and he'd be a smear on the rocks below.

The higher they went, the thinner the air got. Naruto's chest tightened, each breath coming in sharp and cold, burning his lungs as he struggled to keep his eyes open. His head started to feel light, like he might pass out at any moment, but he forced himself to stay awake.

Come on, Naruto, stay with it. You've come too far to pass out now.

The crow's wings beat powerfully as it soared over the mountains, and that's when Naruto saw it—a city-like structure, sprawling out in the distance, bigger than anything he'd ever laid eyes on. Buildings and towers rose up like ancient giants, their stone walls cracked and weathered by time, standing tall and defiant against the elements.

The crow twisted its path, banking toward a circular structure perched on a cliff. The structure was mostly made of worn stone walls, with large gaps and broken archways that looked like they'd been abandoned for centuries. In the center of it all, there was a small fire burning on a stone platform, its flames flickering brightly, casting a warm, inviting glow.

Bonfire?! Naruto almost screamed the word in his head. He couldn't believe his eyes; it was just like the one in the asylum. A place of safety.

The crow's talons loosened, and suddenly, Naruto was falling. He hit the ground with a rough roll, dirt and stone scraping against his armor as he tumbled. By the time he came to a stop, the crow was already gone, its massive wings beating as it disappeared back into the sky.

Naruto gasped for air, sucking in huge gulps like a man who'd been drowning. His lungs felt like they were on fire, his head spinning from the sudden change in altitude. It was like trying to drink in too much air all at once, each breath leaving him lightheaded and disoriented.

He forced himself to get up, every muscle in his body screaming in protest as he stumbled toward the bonfire. The heat hit him like a wave, its warmth sinking into his bones, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Naruto felt safe.

And then, suddenly, his broken arm snapped back into place. He almost cried out in shock, but the numb pain in his ribs and the sensation of his insides shifting back to where they belonged kept him silent. The relief was so overwhelming that he almost fell to his knees.

Naruto glanced around, and his gaze landed on someone else—a man sitting down, wearing a full suit of dull, metallic armor that covered his entire body. His helmet was off, revealing short black hair and a neutral expression, like he'd seen the world and couldn't be bothered to care anymore. The armor looked worn, like it had seen too many battles, too many defeats. He was sitting on his shield, his sword lying next to him, his eyes fixed on the ground. He didn't even look up when Naruto arrived, just sat there with that hollow, broken expression.

He looks like he's already dead, Naruto thought, a chill running down his spine.

Not in the literal sense, but in the way someone looks when they've given up completely. Like he was part of the ruins themselves, blending into the decay around them.

Naruto took a deep breath. "Hey."

His voice was louder than he intended, echoing off the stone walls. He hoped this guy was at least friendly. After everything he'd been through, seeing an actual human was... almost comforting.

The man's eyes slowly moved up to meet Naruto's, and for a moment, he just stared at Naruto like he wasn't real. Then he sighed and spoke in a tired, defeated tone, "Well, what do we have here? You must be a new arrival. Let me guess. Fate of the Undead, right? Well, you're not the first. But there's no salvation here. You'd have done better to rot in the Undead Asylum… but, too late now."

Geez, this guy's a real ray of sunshine, Naruto thought, huffing out a breath. "Well, the Undead Asylum is destroyed. Nothing I can do about that now."

For the first time, something shifted in the man's face. His eyes widened just a little, a flicker of surprise breaking through the defeated look. But it was gone in an instant, replaced with the same hollow expression as before. "Oh? So, looks like you defeated the Asylum Demon," he said, but there was something mocking in his tone, like he didn't really believe Naruto.

"Of course," Naruto puffed out his chest a little, trying not to let the man's attitude get to him. He had defeated that demon. Barely, sure, but he'd done it.

"Kekekeke." The man laughed, a low, bitter sound, like he found the idea of Naruto beating the demon the funniest thing in the world.

Naruto clenched his fists, feeling the annoyance rise inside him. "Laugh it up, it's the truth," he said. Who the hell was this guy to laugh at him? He didn't know what Naruto had gone through, what he'd fought to get here.

"Sure it is, boy," the man said, still chuckling to himself. "No undead has ever managed to kill that thing. Either you die, or you escape. Those are your only two options."

Naruto bit his tongue, stopping himself from snapping back at the man. Precept the fourth, he reminded himself. Show virtue of patience, humility, and honor through your actions.

It was hard. Naruto wanted to throw it in the man's face, wanted to show him that he had killed the demon, that he wasn't just some weakling. But Oscar had taught him better than that. Actions speak louder than words. Naruto didn't need to prove anything to this guy. He'd see, eventually.

"Fine. Can you at least tell me where the Bell of Awakening is?"

The man finally lifted his eyes to meet Naruto's, his gaze as dull and hollow as ever. "There are actually two Bells of Awakening," he said. "One's up above, in the Undead Church. The other is far, far below, in the ruins at the base of Blighttown. Ring them both, and something happens… Brilliant, right? Not much to go on, but I have a feeling that won't stop you."

He gave Naruto a mocking smile that made his skin crawl. "So, off you go. It is why you came, isn't it? To this accursed land of the Undead? Hah hah hah hah…" He laughed, but it wasn't a happy laugh. It was the kind of laugh that made Naruto feel small, like he was just a joke to him.

Prick, Naruto thought. For now, Naruto decided he'd go back to Konoha.

"My name is Naruto Uzumaki."

The man raised an eyebrow, almost looking surprised for a second. "An undead that actually has a name... I am surprised." He studied Naruto like he was trying to figure out if he was worth the trouble.

"You are persistent," the man finally said. "But let me tell you this: in these parts, a name means nothing."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm going to call you Older Emo," Naruto said, hoping to get some kind of reaction—a smirk, a twitch, anything. But all he got was a blank stare, like the man didn't even care enough to be insulted. He just went right back to brooding, staring at the ground like he was trying to solve some riddle only he could see.

Wow, this guy is even more emo than Sasuke, Naruto thought, shaking his head. How did he even end up talking to someone more depressing than Sasuke? He shrugged it off. He still had no idea how to get back home. The last time he went back to Konoha... how did he do it again?

I died, right? Naruto thought, his mind racing back to that moment. The Asylum Demon killed me, and then I woke up in Konoha. Maybe that's the trick?

Just as Naruto was lost in his thoughts, the man suddenly spoke up, his voice softer but clearer. "Alexander," he said, and Naruto nearly jumped out of his skin.

"What?"

"You don't have to wait for my name," the man said, almost like he was tired of pretending not to care. "It's Alexander. I've long since abandoned it alongside everything else... I am but a crestfallen warrior."

Naruto nodded, unsure of what to say. Part of him was relieved to finally get a name out of the man, but another part was just tired of his whole act. He'd been so closed off, so convinced that nothing mattered, that his sudden confession felt like a crack in his armor. A tiny one, but still a crack.

"Now leave me alone," Alexander, the crestfallen warrior, said, his voice retreating back into that cold shell of his. It was like he opened up for just a second, then slammed the door shut again.

Naruto blinked, shaking his head. This is my problem with emos, he thought, walking away from Alexander. They act like they're all sad and mysterious one moment, and then they think the whole world revolves around their misery the next.

Naruto took a few steps away, trying to piece it all together. I died, right? The Asylum Demon killed me, and then I woke up in Konoha. I wonder if... if that's the only way back.

A shiver ran down Naruto's spine as he thought about it. Do I really have to die to go home?

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Alexander M. Morgan—well, that name—it was dead now, meaningless, something he no longer needed. This pilgrimage… it had defeated him a long time ago. Now he was just here, stuck in the Firelink Shrine, clinging to the bonfire. For what, exactly? Even he didn't know anymore.

The crestfallen warrior glanced at the boy—the kid who'd shown up out of nowhere. Young, too young to be a warrior, and he claimed to have defeated the Asylum Demon. Ha, what a joke, right? No one beats that thing. But… was it really a joke? Why couldn't the kid have done it? Just because he ran like a coward? Just because he did nothing?

He squashed that thought before it could crawl any deeper into his mind. Didn't need that voice whispering in his head. It was always there, reminding him of what he could have been, what he could've done. Annoying.

He heard the sound of running. The kid, Naruto—what kind of name was that anyway?—was making his move. Leaving, he guessed. Strange… why did he feel sad? Guess he was still human at heart. After being alone for so long, it was… nice to have some company, even if it was just a kid full of reckless energy and naive dreams.

Alexander looked up, maybe to say something. He didn't even know what. Maybe to tell him good luck, or be careful, or… something. But before he could open his mouth, he saw the boy run and jump off the cliff.

What?

He opened his mouth but then closed it again. His brain went blank. Alexander just stared at the spot where Naruto jumped, watching the wind rustle the grass. The kid jumped. Just like that. Off the cliff.

Huh.

The thought lingered. Maybe death really is better than the hell that waits for us here. He muttered to himself, eyes drooping shut as if the thought itself was too much effort. Maybe I should do it too. The thought was always there, wasn't it? Giving up. Dying. Ending the misery. But Alexander was too much of a coward for that. Too much of a coward to die, and too much of a coward to live.

Then he felt it—the heat of the bonfire. Warmer than usual. When did it get so hot? Alexander opened his eyes and saw it. The boy's body was reforming in the flames. His hollow form, just like Alexander's had so many times. A new body, like embers reigniting after being snuffed out.

Nothing new. Any undead linked with a bonfire reforms this way. But as soon as Naruto's body was fully formed, it just stood there—empty, like a statue. No soul, no spark, just a shell.

And then Alexander felt it. A large surge of souls gathered at the edge of the cliff. Right where Naruto had jumped. The souls began to form into something—a green shape, the boy's body, lying there like it was asleep.

His soul drop. A green soul drop.

Alexander blinked. No way. A green soul drop? Not yellow like the rest of them. This was something he'd only ever heard about in legends. Legends of people from other worlds.

He glanced back at the hollowed-out version of Naruto standing lifeless near the bonfire, then at the green soul drop glowing at the cliff's edge.

The kid was telling the truth, Alexander realized, chuckling despite himself. He really did kill the Asylum Demon. And he really is from another world.

"Wow," Alexander muttered, a dry laugh escaping him. "Guess I've seen it all now."

But the laugh didn't last. He stood up, grabbing his shield and sword. Hollow or not, he could feel it—the presence of the undead. They'd be drawn to Naruto's soul drop like moths to a flame. And with a drop that big, bright, and green, they wouldn't just leave it alone. They'd swarm.

Alexander looked at the first one rushing toward Naruto's soul drop. His sword was in his hand before he even realized it.

Why am I doing this?

He didn't have an answer. Maybe it was to help someone out, to do something good for once. No, that's a lie. He was selfish. He'd always been selfish.

Maybe he just wanted to hold it over the kid, to make him owe him. No… I don't care about that anymore. This world didn't matter to him like it used to. So why?

Maybe… maybe he wanted to feel something again. Maybe protecting the kid's soul drop was the only thing in this rotten world that made him feel alive.

Frankly, Alexander thought, raising his sword as the first undead lunged at him, I don't know. And I don't care.

He cut down the hollow with a swift slash and stood his ground. Another one came rushing, but he was ready.

"You better come back, boy," Alexander muttered under his breath. "And get your damn soul drop. And… maybe thank me while you're at it."

He smiled for the first time in a long while. Maybe, just maybe, I could be a warrior again. After so long of being a coward.

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[ Author Note: Okay, so I figured I'd do a little Q&A about this chapter since I'm guessing some of you might have a few questions. Let's dive in, yeah?

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1 - Why does Naruto know chemistry?
Easy answer: pranks. Naruto's basically Konoha's legendary prankster, so it makes sense he'd pick up a thing or two about fireworks and the chemistry behind them.

Here's the deal: when you're dealing with fireworks, there's this simple chemical reaction. Potassium nitrate (KNO₃) acts as an oxidizer, meaning it helps things burn by providing oxygen. Then you mix it with sugar (which burns super well) and add a bit of water to make a paste. Apply heat, and boom—literally. The sugar catches fire, the potassium nitrate releases oxygen, and the reaction burns super hot and fast, enough to melt metal and make a ton of smoke.

This reaction is used in old-school rocket fuel and fireworks. So yeah, it's not too far-fetched to think that Naruto would know how to make something like this work—not because he understands the science behind it, mind you, but because he's learned it works for his pranks.

Who says fanfics can't be educational, right?

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2 - Can Naruto 1v1 a Black Knight?
Pfft, no. Absolutely not. Naruto in a straight-up fight against a Black Knight would get his ass handed to him on a silver platter. Those guys aren't your average enemies—they were placed there specifically to make sure the Asylum Demon doesn't escape. They're some hardcore, tough-as-nails warriors.

That's why Naruto had to cheese the fight. This was more about showcasing Naruto's ninja prowess. He didn't rely on raw power; instead, he used his wit, dirty tactics, and traps to win.

Think about it: Naruto's prank skills in the anime were so good that he had dozens of chunin chasing after him, and they couldn't catch him. Now imagine Naruto applying that same creativity and cunning to setting up traps instead of pranks. He'd basically be the Jigsaw of the Shinobi world, but, y'know, less murder-y.

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3 - Why did you turn the Crestfallen Warrior into Alexander M. Morgan?
Alright, first, let's talk about the name, and then we'll get into his character.

The name "M. Morgan" is a nod to the English voice actor who voiced the Crestfallen Warrior in Dark Souls. And as for "Alexander," I thought it'd be ironic—Alexander is such a strong, noble-sounding name, right? So giving that name to a defeated, depressed warrior felt like a fun little contrast.

Now, about the character. If you've played Dark Souls, you know the Crestfallen Warrior is basically there to mirror the player. He's someone who tried to do what you're doing but failed. He's a warning—a glimpse of what happens when you lose hope.

But here's the thing: that works fine in a game, but for a story? Not so much. I wanted to give him more depth. I gave him a name, opinions, agency, and, most importantly, a tiny spark of hope. In Dark Souls lore, you don't go fully hollow until you lose all hope. So Alexander still has that spark—faint as it is.

The question is, will Naruto be the one to reignite it? Or will that spark get crushed? Guess you'll have to stick around to find out.

It's kind of like what I did with Oscar. I expanded on his character, gave him a backstory, and made him have a meaningful impact on Naruto. I plan to do the same with Alexander, turning him into a well-written, complex character who can hold his own in the narrative.

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So yeah, those are the big questions I figured you might have about this chapter. If there's anything else you're curious about, feel free to drop me a comment or message, and I'll do my best to answer!

Next chapter, we're heading back to Konoha—and specifically, Team 7. Mark your calendars for November 25! See you then!

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Chapter no.5 Graduating Class

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Morning had come slowly, and for once, Hiruzen was grateful. After last night's chaos, a slow morning was more than welcome. He sat at his desk, surrounded by the ever-growing mountain of paperwork that seemed to taunt him with its endlessness. But today, his task was simple: going through the genin registration forms and finalizing the candidates for the jonin to choose from. A small smile crept onto his face as he reviewed the names, each one representing a future leaf of the village.

He could have let his team handle it.

They were more than capable of combing through those forms. Kami knew how much he relied on them to keep up with all the paperwork in Konoha. It wasn't that he couldn't do it himself, but it ate away at his time—time he wished he had more of.

Then, as he reached the final registration form, his smile faltered, replaced by a frown. There was no form for Naruto.

Of course. How could he forget? Naruto hadn't properly graduated.

What do I do now? he mused, rubbing his temples. He couldn't just have the boy repeat the year like a failure or let him rot away in the genin reserves. But how could he make it happen without it seeming forced or showing blatant favoritism?

"Cat," he called, his voice more stern than intended.

In an instant, the Anbu operative appeared in front of his desk, her presence as silent as a shadow. The purple hair, the cat-like porcelain mask, and the katana on her hip—her most distinct features that spoke of her identity.

"Bring me Naruto Uzumaki," he ordered, watching her bow before disappearing in a whirl of leaves and reappearing moments later with…with something he wasn't prepared to see.

There he stood—Naruto Uzumaki—but not the Naruto Hiruzen was expecting.

The boy wore armor, not just any armor, but an ensemble of metal that encased him from head to toe, gleaming in the soft morning light. A broken sword hung at his hip, and a beautiful shield rested on his back, looking as though they belonged to the armory of a royal samurai rather than to a twelve-year-old shinobi.

Hiruzen felt his breath hitch, his mind momentarily thrown into chaos. The sheer quality of his armor and weapons… He'd seen a lifetime's worth of steel in the Great Shinobi Wars and in countless diplomatic missions to faraway lands, yet this was different. Better. This wasn't something forged in their hidden village, nor by any blacksmith in the Land of Fire.

Steel of this caliber—he couldn't help but wonder if even the samurai of the Land of Iron could create such a masterpiece.

"Naruto?" he finally managed to say, his voice cracking slightly, betraying his shock.

How did this boy—a boy who could barely manage to keep his own clothes intact—end up with such equipment?

Hiruzen's mind raced with questions, jumping to thoughts he shouldn't entertain. If all of Konoha could be equipped with armor like this… The tactical advantage, the protection it could provide… His imagination started to run wild, but he knew better. He forced that line of thought to stop before it reached its conclusion.

It was dangerous to think that way—to let greed seep into the core of his responsibilities as Hokage.

He took a breath and steadied himself. Right now, it wasn't about Konoha's military strength or potential armament.

It was about Naruto.

It was always about Naruto, wasn't it?

"Yes," Naruto said, taking off his helmet.

Hiruzen tried to hide his surprise, keeping his voice calm as he said, "That's some unique...equipment for a ninja." He was hoping Naruto might offer more—maybe an explanation, maybe a story about where he got it.

"Yes, Hokage-sama," Naruto replied stiffly, his tone formal and distant, like he was trying to play a role he wasn't quite comfortable with.

Hiruzen felt a pang in his chest. The way Naruto said "Hokage-sama," the way he stood there—rigid, like he was imitating someone else's idea of a soldier—didn't fit him at all. Naruto's usual energy, his vibrant spirit, was buried under this new demeanor. He looked like a boy trying to wear a mask that didn't belong to him, trying to be someone he thought he should be.

It was unsettling, but Hiruzen remembered what Inoichi had told him, the words echoing in his mind: Naruto needs time to himself, to think and understand his own emotions. Give him a week before trying to reconnect.

A week. Kami, Hiruzen wasn't sure if he could last that long without trying to fix whatever was broken between them, to find the old Naruto hiding behind that armor. But he had to respect Naruto's process. The boy needed to come to terms with everything in his own way.

So, despite the questions burning inside him—questions he knew Naruto must have too—Hiruzen just said, "I don't think that equipment is good for being a ninja."

"Why not?!" Naruto snapped back, his eyes narrowing.

The intensity in his voice took Hiruzen by surprise, like he'd struck a nerve he didn't even know was there. Why was Naruto so defensive about this armor? Whoever gave it to him, whatever it meant to him, Hiruzen realized it held a deeper significance—a history he wasn't privy to. It wasn't just about the armor; it was about something—or someone—that he didn't know.

"Well, the armor is too heavy to be functional for a ninja," Hiruzen said, trying to keep his tone even, to avoid triggering that defensive wall Naruto had put up.

"I have no problem fighting with it," Naruto said flatly, his voice laced with a kind of certainty that suggested experience.

Experience? That word stuck in Hiruzen's mind. What had Naruto been through?

"Can you move around for me?" Hiruzen asked. Naruto obliged, jumping to the side and running a short distance.

"Naruto," Hiruzen said, his brow furrowing, "why are you using chakra enhancement?"

He almost didn't expect the question to come out of his mouth, but the realization hit him hard. Chakra enhancement was a basic technique—channeling chakra into your muscles to increase speed and strength. So basic, in fact, that it wasn't even considered a jutsu. Any child who'd mastered the leaf-sticking exercise could do it, but it wasn't something you did constantly. It was draining, even for skilled jonin. For Naruto to do it for something as basic as moving in heavy armor was...

"Isn't that how you're supposed to move?" Naruto asked, genuine confusion on his face.

"Naruto," Hiruzen asked, his voice steady, "how often do you use chakra enhancement like this?"

"All the time," Naruto said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "I just don't use it when I'm sleeping."

And in that moment, everything fell into place.

Hiruzen finally understood.

The reason why Naruto was able to perform his pranks and escape the chunin so easily—the reason why he was always one step ahead of everyone in those moments. It wasn't luck or sheer stubbornness; it was because he lived in a constant state of chakra enhancement. While most shinobi could barely sustain it for a few minutes, Naruto—this boy with a chakra pool so vast it rivaled the best of them—could use it without even thinking.

Hiruzen swallowed hard, the weight of this realization settling over him. Naruto had been walking around with this untapped potential, this incredible reservoir of strength, and he didn't even know how extraordinary it was.

And yet, Hiruzen couldn't shake the feeling that he'd only scratched the surface of the changes happening to the boy standing before him.

"Who taught you this?" Hiruzen asked, his throat dry, each word sticking like sandpaper.

"The academy teachers," Naruto replied with a casual shrug, and Hiruzen felt the blood drain from his face.

He took a deep breath, struggling to contain the storm of emotions swirling inside him. The people he trusted—his own shinobi, the very educators he had handpicked to shape the next generation—had gone behind his back.

They taught Naruto incorrectly but did it in such a subtle way that they technically weren't wrong. Chakra enhancement like Naruto's was possible, sure, but nobody did it, even if they had the chakra reserves or control for it. Why? Because it was counterproductive, harmful even.

Using chakra enhancement all the time would limit the natural growth of the body, making it dependent on chakra instead of building real muscle strength. It would stunt his potential in the long run, and that thought sent a chill down Hiruzen's spine.

How much more had Naruto been taught incorrectly? Hiruzen wondered. How many more cracks were hidden in the foundation of his training, left there by those who were supposed to be guiding him?

He had to fix this. Somehow.

Hiruzen weighed his options. He could keep Naruto in the academy for another year, send in proper teachers to undo the damage, and rebuild what had been broken. Or he could let Naruto graduate, place him under the care of a skilled jonin sensei who could fix those flaws, who could guide him the way he deserved to be guided. The latter seemed more favorable—not just for his growth as a ninja, but because Naruto needed connection. He needed teammates his own age, people he could relate to, trust, and maybe, in time, he could trust Hiruzen again too.

"Naruto," Hiruzen said, steadying his voice, "remove your chakra enhancement."

Naruto blinked at him, a bit confused, but then obeyed. The second he did, Hiruzen watched as the boy's knees almost buckled, the floorboards beneath him creaking under the sudden shift of weight.

How heavy is that armor? Hiruzen wondered, his eyes narrowing at the sight. This wasn't ordinary gear. It felt like it was designed to fight something far more dangerous than human foes, like it was made for battles beyond their world.

He shook his head, forcing himself back to the matter at hand. Hiruzen offered Naruto a reassuring smile, even though his mind was racing. "See? Try to wear lighter armor. It would be better for you on missions."

"Can't I just use chakra enhancement?" Naruto argued, his frustration bubbling to the surface.

"There are people who can sense chakra," Hiruzen said calmly. "Sensors who could detect you from a mile away if your entire body is enhanced."

Naruto clicked his tongue in annoyance, but before Hiruzen could say more, the boy threw a smoke bomb to the ground. Where did he even pull that out from? The room filled with smoke, but it was hardly enough to blind Hiruzen. He watched, his senses on high alert, as Naruto's pants and shield seemed to vanish right before his eyes. And then, just as quickly, Naruto reappeared, dressed in a completely different set of clothes.

He changed his outfit in a second. A literal second. It was like he'd clicked a button and his entire gear had switched.

Space-time ninjutsu? Hiruzen thought, his mind reeling. How in Kami's name had Naruto—Naruto of all people—stumbled upon something so advanced? In two days, the boy had given him more headaches than Danzo did in a year.

Hiruzen felt a creeping unease settle in his gut. Was Danzo somehow involved in this? Was he training Naruto in secret? No, no. Hiruzen dismissed the idea almost as quickly as it formed. Danzo was too careful, too paranoid to leave any trace of himself if he were meddling in this.

But the question remained, and it nagged at Hiruzen like a wound he couldn't heal: What had Naruto been doing to get all these new abilities? Where had he learned them? And what else was he hiding beneath that armor and that stiff, soldier-like demeanor?

Naruto Uzumaki, the boy Hiruzen thought he knew, was becoming a puzzle he wasn't sure how to solve. And for the first time in a long while, he was terrified that he didn't have the answers.

Naruto was able to move faster now, but still, it was slow compared to other genin. Better, but...

"Do you want me to fight naked or something?" Naruto blurted out before immediately realizing his mistake and bowing slightly. That was a first. The boy's humility took Hiruzen by surprise, though it didn't last long.

"No," Hiruzen said, trying to hide his amusement. "Just wear lighter clothing."

"But what if I wanted to wear this armor, Hokage-sama?" Naruto asked, looking at Hiruzen with those determined eyes. He was still seeking guidance, even through his frustration and resentment.

Hiruzen couldn't help but feel a small flicker of hope. Even if Naruto was upset, he still asked for guidance—that had to be a good sign, right? Small steps, Hiruzen told himself. Small steps to regain Naruto's trust.

"Well, another way without jeopardizing yourself on the battlefield would be to try weighted training," Hiruzen suggested.

"What?"

"Weighted training," Hiruzen explained. "You introduce weight onto your body to force it to grow and adapt. The idea is to make your body accustomed to the extra weight so that when you finally remove it, you'll be much faster and stronger."

Naruto's eyes seemed to light up at the concept. Before Hiruzen could say another word, Naruto threw a smoke bomb to the ground. When the smoke cleared, he was back in his full armor, completely suited up.

"Why?"

"Weighted training," Naruto replied with a smirk, moving around in his heavy armor. His movements were slow, clunky, but Hiruzen could already see the potential in the plan. Naruto might not be training at the level of Rock Lee or Might Guy, but this was a step in the right direction.

"Why am I here?"

"Oh, well, I almost forgot," Hiruzen said with a chuckle, but before he could continue, the door to his office flew open, and he let out a groan as he saw who barged in.

Konohamaru, Hiruzen's grandson, stood there, all six years of him, with his brown hair, blue eyes, and that small chip in his tooth. He wore that ridiculous grey helmet with a hole at the top for his hair to stick out, along with his grey shorts, a long blue scarf, and that yellow shirt with the red Konoha symbol on it.

"Incoming! On guard, ol' man!" Konohamaru shouted, brandishing a shuriken as if he were ready to charge. But then, as if the universe itself couldn't bear to see him succeed in his little assault, he tripped over his scarf and landed face-first on the floor.

Hiruzen closed his eyes, taking a long, deep puff from his smoking pipe. It was all he could do not to let out a tired sigh.

"I get it, it's a trap!" Konohamaru mumbled, rubbing his forehead and looking around suspiciously.

Another voice interrupted, more anxious and frantic than the last. "A-Are you alright, Honorable Grandson? And for the record, there are no traps."

Ebisu, Konohamaru's overly devoted tutor, burst into the room. His dark hair, brown eyes, and ever-present sunglasses made him look like a ninja who'd never quite left his teaching persona behind. He was in the standard Konoha shinobi outfit, lacking only the flak jacket.

When did my office become a playground?

Then, to top off this circus, Konohamaru pointed an accusing finger at Naruto. "Aha, so you tripped me! It was you! Right?!"

Naruto, not missing a beat, responded with a flick to Konohamaru's forehead. "You fell over that stupid scarf," he said plainly, his voice carrying a hint of irritation.

Hiruzen could only shake his head, fighting the urge to laugh.

Konohamaru rubbed the spot on his forehead, looking like he was on the verge of tears. Naruto didn't seem to realize that those gauntlets of his packed quite a punch. Hiruzen sighed inwardly, seeing the situation escalate, especially when Ebisu burst out, "How dare you harm the honorable grandson of the Third Hokage!"

Hiruzen groaned at those words. He really disliked it when people measured someone's worth based on their bloodline. The way Ebisu said it, as if Konohamaru's value was solely tied to being Hiruzen's grandson, grated on his nerves. And then there was Konohamaru's smug little smirk—the one that clearly said he expected Naruto to apologize. It made Hiruzen realize the boy needed a lesson in humility.

"Hey, apologize to me!" Konohamaru demanded, puffing out his chest like a little rooster in front of Naruto.

Hiruzen watched closely, half-expecting Naruto to get mad and blurt out something in that blunt way of his. But instead, Naruto calmly said, "Fuck off."

Hiruzen almost had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from reacting. Okay, so maybe Naruto was still Naruto after all. It was... oddly reassuring. Ebisu and Konohamaru looked absolutely stunned, their mouths hanging open like fish out of water.

"But... but I am the honorable grandson!" Konohamaru stuttered, his sense of entitlement dripping from every word.

"And I am the Squire of Oscar," Naruto shot back with pride, and that's when Hiruzen felt his heart skip a beat.

What? Squire of Oscar? What was he talking about? Hiruzen didn't even know who Oscar was or why Naruto would claim such a title. The words didn't sound like they came from their language, and the look of utter confusion on Konohamaru's face showed he didn't know how to respond either.

"Ha! What's that? Something lame?" Konohamaru blurted out, his unfiltered six-year-old mind doing what it does best—cutting straight to the heart of things.

Hiruzen saw Naruto's eyes darken at that. The next thing he knew, Naruto swung his fist and knocked Konohamaru clean on the head, the force of the blow sending the boy crumpling to the floor.

"Honorable grandson!" Ebisu screeched, ready to leap at Naruto in outrage, but Hiruzen stopped him with a mere tap of his finger.

"Yes, Hokage-sama," Ebisu said, barely containing his fury as he lowered his gaze in respect.

"Take Konohamaru out of my office," Hiruzen said, his voice firm.

"But—"

Hiruzen pointed at Konohamaru, who was already starting to wake up. His helmet, the one Hiruzen had personally crafted with a barrier fuinjutsu to protect him from physical harm, had a visible crack. That helmet was supposed to withstand even a chunin's blow without breaking, yet Naruto's fist had done the impossible. The crack spoke volumes about the force Naruto had used. It made Hiruzen wonder—was Naruto so angry about Konohamaru's insult that he didn't hold back, even against a child?

Questions bombarded Hiruzen's mind. Who was this Oscar? Why was Naruto suddenly throwing around titles and speaking as if he came from another culture? Was this armor connected to that name somehow? When did all this happen?

Before Hiruzen could dive deeper into his spiraling thoughts, a knock on the door drew his attention.

Iruka stood there, looking like he'd just woken up from a night of drinking—his face pale and eyes bloodshot. He clearly had a hangover.

"Hokage-sama, may I come in?" Iruka said, his voice carrying a hint of embarrassment as he eyed Ebisu, who was helping Konohamaru to his feet. But Konohamaru didn't let the moment pass; he scrambled to Naruto's side, eyes wide with admiration.

"Teach me your skills, and I'll become your disciple!"

Hiruzen blinked, and so did everyone else in the room. Naruto's expression didn't change. It was like watching a stone face come to life for a brief moment, only to harden again.

"No," Naruto said, as blunt and straightforward as ever.

"But I need to become the 5th Hokage!"

Hiruzen held his breath, waiting to see how Naruto would respond, hoping to see some flicker of the boy who used to shout about his dreams of becoming Hokage, who wore his ambition on his sleeve like a badge of honor.

Naruto looked straight into Konohamaru's eyes, enough to make the boy flinch.

"I don't care."

Konohamaru's face twisted in frustration, and with a defeated sigh, he motioned for Ebisu to guide him away.

Hiruzen watched them leave, his heart sinking. One thing was clear now—Naruto didn't care about being Hokage anymore. That dream, the one that used to light up his eyes with so much passion, was gone. And that realization hurt more than he cared to admit.

What had happened to the Naruto I once knew?

The silence settled in the room as Konohamaru and Ebisu finally left. Hiruzen turned his attention back to Naruto, who, as patient as he could be, stood waiting while Iruka focused on reading some sort of paper.

"Chunin Iruka, what are you doing here?" Hiruzen asked, already feeling the pull to return his focus to Naruto. There was so much to address.

"Oh, yes, Hokage-sama," Iruka began, his voice carrying a hint of formality that spoke to his hangover. "This is my letter of recommendation for Naruto Uzumaki to be graduated into a genin." He reread the letter one more time, as if trying to perfect every word, before placing it on Hiruzen's desk.

Hiruzen glanced at the paper but quickly looked back at Naruto. The boy looked surprised, and Hiruzen couldn't help but smile.

"Well, another reason to graduate Naruto."

"Another?" Naruto and Iruka both asked in unison.

Hiruzen nodded. "Well, normally graduation is just a formality to show that someone is ready to be in the field. And last night, Naruto demonstrated everything we look for: espionage, by breaking into the building and taking the Forbidden Scroll and..."

Hiruzen coughed, as did Naruto, while Iruka looked a bit perplexed. The old man quickly continued, not wanting to dwell on that particular detail.

"...Successfully making it to a rendezvous point, and even being able to eliminate a chunin-level ninja. If that doesn't qualify you for being a genin, I don't know what will."

Hiruzen watched Naruto blush at the praise. The sight warmed his old heart.

Reaching for the headband he had prepared for the boy, Hiruzen paused. He had been waiting for this moment—for the day Naruto would finally become a genin.

"Hokage-sama, may I?" Iruka asked, his voice softer now, more personal.

Hiruzen chuckled. "You're going to file for a replacement?"

Iruka looked at the headband Hiruzen held and said, "Well, you do have one in your hand."

"That I do," Hiruzen replied, stepping back and motioning for Iruka to continue. It felt right—Iruka had been there for Naruto, had been more than just a teacher to him. This moment belonged to them.

Iruka knelt on one knee, smiling at Naruto, and removed his own headband. Without saying much, he stretched it out toward Naruto. Actions spoke louder than words, after all. Naruto's reaction—his wide, genuine smile—was all Hiruzen needed to see. Naruto eagerly leaned forward, allowing Iruka to tie the headband around his forehead.

"Naruto," Iruka said, his voice filled with pride, "you are a genin now."

Naruto nodded, grinning ear to ear. "So now, don't sneak into my house at night and scribble lines on my face," Iruka said with a deadpan look.

"What? I thought you loved that orange book," Naruto teased, grinning wider.

For a moment, Hiruzen thought Iruka was going to hit Naruto over the head, and he couldn't help but smile again.

Hiruzen cleared his throat as Iruka straightened up, his posture becoming more formal.

"Well, congratulations on your graduation, genin Naruto. I just need you to submit your graduation form."

"Hokage-sama," Iruka responded, handing over Naruto's documents with a sense of pride.

Hiruzen glanced at the papers, making sure everything was in order. Iruka stepped back and gave Naruto a thumbs up.

"Looks like everything's in order," Hiruzen nodded. "You're free to leave, Naruto."

"Ahem, Hokage-sama," Naruto's voice suddenly became respectful.

"Is there, like, a prize for last night's mission?"

Hiruzen raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What did you have in mind?"

"Some kind of jutsu that won't get me killed, like the substitution jutsu," Naruto said with directness. Hiruzen couldn't help but admire the boy's clear thought process. He'd clearly put some consideration into it.

"Naruto, the substitution jutsu was designed to be one of the three essential jutsu a genin needs," Iruka interjected, but Naruto shot him a look that clearly asked, Really? Are you serious?

Hiruzen couldn't blame the boy.

"Iruka, you're wrong," Hiruzen said firmly. The shock on Iruka's face was unmistakable.

The truth wasn't easy, even for Hiruzen to acknowledge. "The three basic jutsu were designed during the First Great Ninja War, meant to graduate genin quickly and send them to the frontlines."

Iruka's jaw practically dropped, while Naruto's face became serious in a way Hiruzen hadn't seen before.

"But... why are we still keeping that standard?" Iruka asked, disbelief evident in his tone.

"Tradition," Hiruzen muttered, feeling a wave of discomfort wash over him. The explanation sounded hollow, even to him, when spoken out loud.

"Seems like a stupid tradition," Naruto said bluntly. Even though the boy had struggled with the current standard, he had a valid point. They weren't at war anymore, so why hadn't the bar been raised?

Hiruzen couldn't deny the truth in Naruto's words. The standard did need to be reevaluated, but that was a discussion for another time. Right now, Naruto had asked for a jutsu, and Hiruzen owed him that much.

"Iruka, do you know the Shunshin no Jutsu?"

"Of course," Iruka responded, though his voice trailed off as he seemed to realize what Hiruzen was implying. "You want me to teach that to Naruto?"

Hiruzen nodded, watching as Naruto's face lit up with excitement. The boy practically jumped from his seat, the weight of his armor clinking with every movement.

"Come on, Iruka-sensei!"

"Guess he's still Naruto," Iruka remarked with a soft smile.

"And that's for the best," Hiruzen replied quietly.

"Hokage-sama, what about tallying the scores, the graduation list, and..." Iruka's voice trailed off as he turned back to Hiruzen.

"Don't worry about that," the old man dismissed his concerns with a wave of his hand. "I'll have it handled. Just go and teach."

Then came the unmistakable thud—Naruto had clearly tripped or collided with something. No words were necessary; it was just... Naruto.

"Go and teach," Iruka muttered, bowing to Hiruzen before running after his student.

Hiruzen leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes as he took a deep, slow puff from his smoking pipe. The familiar taste of the tobacco filled his lungs, calming him for just a moment. A fleeting moment. The warmth spread through his chest, offering a brief escape from the mounting pressure that he knew was on its way.

It was always like this. The pipe had become more than just a habit; it was his brief respite before the inevitable headache. As Hokage, peace never lasted long.

He exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl and drift lazily through the air. Anbu guards always watched over him—his invisible protectors, his arms, his eyes. He handpicked them all, every one of them, with trust that ran deeper than blood. He even made sure they watched over Naruto when the boy was in the orphanage. That's the level of trust he had in them. They listened to every word in his office, they knew what had to be done before he even asked.

The faint click of the office door closing pulled him out of his thoughts. He opened his eyes to see Cat standing there, silent as always, a couple of files in her hands. She didn't need to say anything—never was one for words. Her actions spoke volumes.

She placed the files neatly on his desk, each one a small piece of a puzzle he was only beginning to understand. He nodded, taking the files from her. One was a list of all the teachers who had taught Naruto, another his attendance records, and lastly, the teacher class assignment record.

"Good job, Cat," Hiruzen said, though his voice lacked the usual warmth. His mind was already somewhere else, turning over the implications of what lay before him.

Was all this his fault? Was it because he had been too soft, too lenient in his leadership? Had he let the boy slip through the cracks of the system he had built? Or was this part of something larger, a scheme woven by someone else? Danzo? No... He had shut down that line of thinking. But still, the possibilities gnawed at him.

Maybe this was revenge. Revenge from someone who saw Naruto as a threat or as a symbol of the pain the village had suffered. Whatever the reason, Hiruzen knew one thing: he had failed Naruto, failed to see the cracks forming in his education, in his life.

But no more. He wouldn't let this go unchecked. He planned to get to the bottom of it, no matter how deep the rot went. He owed Naruto that much.

He tapped his pipe against the edge of the desk, the soft clink of the ash falling into the tray signaling the end of his brief moment of peace.

The real work was just beginning.

---

So, this is an official training ground, huh?

Naruto glanced around, taking in the open field surrounded by trees that stretched as far as the eye could see. The grass was still a little wet beneath his feet, and the wind rustled through the leaves, bringing with it the fresh, earthy scent of the forest. The sun was shining, casting long shadows across the ground, and there, not far from him, stood a line of training dummies.

He breathed in deeply, feeling a sense of freedom that he hadn't felt in... well, forever.

Back at the academy, it was always different. There were always restrictions, always someone watching, telling him he couldn't use the training grounds because he'd pull some prank or mess around too much. "He won't take it seriously," they'd say. It was frustrating, beyond frustrating. He hated it. Hated feeling like he had to prove himself over and over again, just for the chance to be taken seriously.

But now? Now, standing here, in this actual field, there was no one to stop him. No one to say he didn't belong or that he didn't deserve to use this place. He wasn't here to play or prove anything. He was here to train. To get stronger.

And damn, it felt good.

Iruka-sensei stood a few feet away from him, focused and serious, which brought Naruto back to the task at hand.

They were there to train.

Iruka was explaining the Shunshin no Jutsu, comparing it to the Substitution Jutsu. Apparently, both of them worked by releasing chakra from the ankles, causing a burst of movement.

Naruto scratched his head, trying to follow along. "Sensei, what's the difference between the Substitution and Shunshin?"

"Well, Naruto," Iruka started, "the differences are in the hand signs and the execution."

Naruto tilted his head to the side, thinking that over. Didn't sound too complicated.

Iruka performed the hand signs—half tiger, then ram—and just like that, his body flickered and he disappeared, reappearing 30 feet away. Naruto's eyes widened. That was awesome.

"Oh, I get it!" Naruto said, surprising himself and apparently Iruka too. "So the difference is that the Substitution Jutsu leaves behind a log and has a shorter range... and it's faster?" He hesitated on that last part, not sure if he was right.

Iruka blinked at him, clearly surprised. "Wow, when did you get so smart?"

Naruto grinned. "I've always been the smartest, Iruka-sensei!" Yeah, right. But hey, it felt good to say it.

"Sure, Naruto," Iruka said with a chuckle. "And to answer your question, yes, Substitution is faster in the short term."

"Huh?" Naruto said, not fully understanding.

"Have you ever dropped a rock into a lake?" Iruka asked. "You've seen how it creates ripples, right? What happens when those ripples combine?"

"They get bigger?" Naruto said, though he wasn't entirely sure.

"Exactly," Iruka said. "Shunshin works on that principle. The chakra built up in the ankles releases in waves, and after each wave, the speed gets faster and faster. That's why it's mostly used for long-distance travel."

Naruto frowned; that wasn't what he wanted to hear. "What about combat?" That's what he really needed to know.

"Well," Iruka said, "the Shunshin is mostly used for dodges and evasion, in the same way as the Substitution Jutsu, by high-ranking chunin and jonin."

Naruto bit his lip. "Why not direct combat?"

"The thing is, Shunshin suffers from the same problem as Substitution—it gives you tunnel vision at high speeds. That's why it's used for quick evasions or travel rather than direct combat," Iruka explained.

"So, it's impossible to fight using Shunshin?" Naruto asked, feeling a little disappointed.

"Normally, yes," Iruka said. "But years ago, there was a very powerful ninja who used the high speeds of Shunshin to create afterimages that looked like clones. He was so fast that people compared him to the Fourth Hokage."

Naruto blinked, his heart racing a bit. "Whoa, who was this cool guy?"

"Shunshin no Shisui," Iruka said, his voice carrying a hint of respect. "I met him a few times. Really nice guy, but unfortunately, he died a few years back."

Naruto paused, feeling a pang in his chest. He didn't know Shisui, but still, he felt like he should pay his respects. He bowed his head for a second in silent prayer. Then, an idea sparked in his mind. What if I could combine Shunshin with the Way of Focality? Maybe, just maybe, he could become the next Shunshin no Shisui... No, even better. Shunshin no Naruto!

A grin spread across Naruto's face.

"Let's do this, sensei!"

---

Teuchi Ichiraku had never been much of a fighter. He didn't like violence, not one bit. He had always been a more passive man, a man with a passion for food. His family—well, they weren't shinobi. They had been one of the first non-fighting immigrants to cross Konoha's borders after the great shinobi clans had settled there. They were the first generation of civilians.

It was a revolutionary move by the Second Hokage. Before, during the Warring States Era, civilians like them had no place among shinobi unless they were nobles. But with the creation of shinobi villages and the population boom, even ninja needed someone to provide for their families, to take care of the mundane tasks. That's where civilian families came in—farmers, artisans, craftsmen, traders. They formed the backbone of Konoha's economy, the lifeblood that kept the village running. Civilians and shinobi, side by side, in a kind of harmony that Teuchi had come to love.

The early morning was still dark, a deep blue sky hanging overhead. Teuchi had always appreciated the peace of the quiet night just before dawn. It was the best time of day, in his opinion. The village still asleep, the air cool and crisp.

His family had originally come from the Shina province of the Fire Nation, bringing with them the recipe for shina soba. But as time passed, new spices, new flavors, and new ingredients had transformed shina soba into something else—ramen. Teuchi's ramen.

He got ready for the day, following the same routine he had for years. He rolled out of bed, stretched the kinks out of his back, and splashed some cold water on his face to shake off the last bits of sleep. The room smelled of wood and the faint remnants of yesterday's cooking. He grabbed his chef's uniform—a simple white tunic with a red apron tied around his waist—and tucked a cloth headband across his forehead. His hair, what was left of it, was now a dark gray. He didn't mind it. He had earned these years.

"Ayame-chan, time to wake up!" he called up the stairs.

She wasn't his biological daughter, but that didn't matter. He had found her during the Kyuubi attack, just a little four-year-old lost in the chaos when the civilians fled for safety. Her parents hadn't made it, and somehow, Teuchi had ended up with her in his arms. She didn't remember any of it—Teuchi guessed that was a blessing in disguise. The mind had a way of sealing away the worst of things.

He could hear her grumbling as she shuffled downstairs, her dark brown hair a mess, her eyes still half-closed. Ayame always looked a bit disheveled when she first woke up—her fair skin a little flushed from sleep, her large black eyes blinking away the last bits of her dreams. She was a slender girl now, growing up faster than Teuchi liked, but to him, she would always be his little girl.

"Go wash up, we've got work to do, kiddo."

"Can't we change the timing so I can sleep more?" she asked, her voice muffled by the yawn she was trying to hide.

"The early bird gets the worm," Teuchi replied, slipping into his sandals and heading downstairs. It was the same response every morning.

Once he reached the kitchen, the quiet calm of the early morning wrapped around him. It was peaceful, just the sound of his own footsteps and the creaking of the wooden floors. He started setting up—grabbing the noodles, the broth, the pork belly. Everything had its place, and he made sure it was where it belonged. The small restaurant, their home and workplace, could only seat six people, so most customers grabbed their ramen to-go.

The prep work was familiar, soothing even. Boiling water for the noodles, stirring the broth until the aroma filled the air, slicing the pork just right. The rhythmic chopping of vegetables, the soft simmer of the soup, the occasional hiss of the stove as the heat hit the metal pot. Teuchi breathed it all in. This was his life, and he wouldn't trade it for anything.

Running a ramen shop wasn't glamorous, but it was honest work. It was about providing something warm, something filling. A bowl of ramen could be a simple thing, but to someone who was hungry, it was a lifeline. In a way, Teuchi had always seen his work as helping to nourish Konoha, just like the shinobi protected it. They all played their part.

"Alright," he muttered to himself, checking the broth one last time. "Ready for another day."

Ayame would be down any minute, and soon the early risers would start trickling in. Another day, another chance to serve up bowls of ramen to a village that had become his family.

And honestly, Teuchi couldn't ask for more.

Teuchi waited for the first customer of the day. It was always Naruto. Like clockwork, the boy would come in, rain or shine, for his breakfast—a bowl of Tonkotsu ramen before heading off to the academy. Teuchi always made sure to use the freshest ingredients for him. That kid, he needed all the nutrients he could get.

He remembered the first time Naruto had come in, six years ago. It was a rainy day, no customers around. Then there he was, a little blonde boy, soaked to the bone, holding a few coins in his small hands. Teuchi had been scared at first, unsure of what to expect. The rumors, the whispers—they made him hesitate. But when he saw Naruto's eyes, hungry and desperate, something inside Teuchi shifted. That wasn't a demon standing in front of him. That was a hungry child. And since then, Naruto had become his most loyal customer.

The curtains rustled, and Teuchi was about to greet him like he always did, but the words caught in his throat when he saw who walked in.

"What can I do for you, sir?" Teuchi said, his eyes scanning the beautiful patterns on the shield slung across the customer's back. That was gold—real gold. Whoever this was had to be someone important.

Then he heard the voice, tired and exhausted, like the person had pulled an all-nighter.

"Oji-san, why are you talking to me like that?"

Teuchi froze. He knew that voice anywhere.

"Naruto?" Teuchi said, disbelief coloring his voice. Ayame walked in from the back, tying her apron, and echoed the same question.

"Yeah," Naruto said, and in the blink of an eye, the helmet was gone. Like it was never there. Some kind of jutsu, Teuchi guessed. Ayame, of course, had stars in her eyes.

"You look..." Teuchi started, but his voice trailed off. Naruto's face was covered in sweat, grime, and dirt. He looked like he hadn't cleaned up in days.

"Dirty. Come to the back and wash up," Ayame cut in, giving Naruto a pointed look. Teuchi shot her a glance that said, Don't even think about tricking him into doing the dishes for more ramen. Ayame always had a knack for using Naruto as her guinea pig to try out new ramen flavors. She loved cooking just as much as Teuchi did, but she always dragged the poor kid into her experiments.

"So, Naruto, how did yesterday go?" Teuchi asked as he started making a few bowls of Naruto's favorite ramen.

Naruto pointed his thumb at his forehead, and suddenly, the ninja headband appeared. It was like magic. Teuchi still couldn't wrap his head around it.

"Hey, teach me that jutsu," Ayame chimed in, turning on the tap, her hands working quickly. "That way, I don't have to bother putting on my clothes every morning."

Naruto chuckled nervously. "Sorry, Ayame Nee-chan, but I can't."

Ayame looked deflated, and Teuchi couldn't help but chuckle himself. As Naruto cleaned his face, Ayame gave him a once-over.

"So, you're a ninja now, huh?" she asked, glancing at the headband.

"One step to being Hokage."

Naruto froze at the statement. He splashed his face again, like he was trying to avoid the idea, the dream.

Teuchi and Ayame exchanged a look. That wasn't like him. Something was off.

"Did something happen?" Teuchi asked gently, setting down a bowl of ramen in front of Naruto. Naruto quickly sat down, his heavy armor making the stool creak under the weight. Then, without much hesitation, he spoke.

"I found out about the fox," Naruto said, right before diving into the ramen.

Teuchi's hand froze mid-pour as he worked on another bowl. The broth almost spilled as he processed Naruto's words. He knew. He knew about the Kyuubi.

And then, Naruto's eyes—those eyes that Teuchi had seen so many times, hungry and desperate, full of life—looked at him differently. Naruto wanted to confirm something. He wanted to see if Teuchi and Ayame were like the other civilians, the ones who whispered behind his back, who treated him like he was the demon itself.

Teuchi didn't have to guess what Naruto was thinking. The fear in the boy's eyes told him everything. Naruto was afraid that they would treat him differently.

Teuchi looked at Naruto, inhaling the ramen like it was his lifeline, and his heart broke a little.

Teuchi finished making the bowl as quickly as he could and placed it down in front of Naruto.

"A bowl for Naruto Uzumaki," he said with a smile.

"Not for the fox," Naruto whispered, his voice barely audible, filled with hesitation and fear.

"No, it's for the champion of last year's ramen-eating competition."

The transformation was immediate.

That smile—Naruto's smile—lit up his face, so bright it could chase away the darkest clouds. He took the first bite, and for a second, Teuchi thought the boy was going to cry. Then, just like always, Naruto grabbed the bowl with both hands and shoveled the ramen into his mouth like he wanted to hide his tears behind the bowl.

Teuchi chuckled, watching the boy, but out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ayame standing there, looking confused.

"What are you talking about?"

Naruto put the bowl down, and Teuchi saw the hesitation in his movements. Naruto wanted to tell her, that much was clear. The pull to stop keeping secrets from people he cared about was written all over his face. But Teuchi placed some water in front of him and shook his head ever so slightly, signaling to keep quiet.

Ayame, not one to be left in the dark, frowned and turned to her father. "Dad, what's going on?"

Teuchi gave her his best smile, the one he had used to calm her when she was little. "Ayame, can you go to my room and bring my journal? I want to give something to Naruto."

She shrugged, still puzzled, but headed off to fetch it. Teuchi turned back to Naruto, his expression softening. The boy needed to hear this.

"Sometimes, Naruto, some things are better left unsaid," Teuchi told him, his voice low and gentle.

"Wouldn't that be lying?"

"Sometimes lying is good," Teuchi said, hating how true the words felt. "I know you think Ayame deserves to know, but... please, the Kyuubi attack was the worst day of her life. She doesn't deserve to be reminded of that pain, okay?"

Naruto looked down again, this time at the empty bowl, but he nodded. Teuchi could see the conflict in his eyes.

As the ramen chief started making him another bowl, Naruto asked the question that Teuchi honestly wished wasn't asked.

"Would Ayame Nee-chan see me as the fox?"

"No," Teuchi said, his voice firm. But even as he said it, he could see that Naruto didn't believe him.

Suddenly the chief placed a fishcake in Naruto's bowl, one that Ayame had specially made. It was shaped like the young Uzumaki.

"Ayame made this for you," Teuchi said softly. "A special ingredient to congratulate you on your graduation."

Naruto's face lit up again, his eyes a little watery as he smiled at the fishcake. Teuchi could see it, just for a moment—the boy was finally starting to accept that he would always be Naruto Uzumaki, their number one customer at Ichiraku Ramen, nothing more, nothing less.

Ayame came back in, and just as Naruto held up the fishcake, he said, "Thanks, Ayame Nee-chan."

She looked at her father, shock and betrayal written all over her face, and Teuchi couldn't help but chuckle.

"Sorry," he said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

"Well, I'm going to give you your present now," Ayame said, pulling out a small piece of paper from the journal. She placed it in front of Naruto with a triumphant smile.

"A coupon for 100 free bowls of ramen," she declared proudly, giving her father a smug look, as if she had just won the title of best-gift-giver.

Naruto held the coupon in one hand and the fishcake in the other, staring down at them like they were treasures. He whispered a soft, "Thank you..." and though it was quiet, it felt like it filled the whole room. Ayame ruffled his hair affectionately, like the big sister she always was, and Teuchi placed another steaming bowl of ramen in front of him.

"Eat up, champ," Teuchi said, his heart full as he watched Naruto. "You need to show the world who The Great Naruto Uzumaki really is."

---

After eight years of being surrounded by the weak and the sycophantic, of enduring pointless conversations and meaningless praise, Sasuke Uchiha's ambition was finally beginning to take shape. The thought should've filled him with pride—being the strongest among his peers—but it didn't. It only fueled the constant reminder of how far he still had to go.

Compared to his older brother… no, he refused to even think of him as that anymore. Itachi was his enemy, nothing more. Compared to Itachi, Sasuke felt weak, insignificant. Itachi was already an Anbu captain at his age, while Sasuke was sitting here as a mere genin. The gap between them felt like a gaping chasm, one that he couldn't close fast enough.

Sasuke sat at his desk near the window, the sunlight slanting through the glass, illuminating his thoughts as he glared at the rest of his so-called classmates. The incompetent, the weak. None of them deserved to pass. They'd just die on the battlefield, leaving behind crying parents, sobbing families. He snorted. It wasn't like he cared for them, but the thought of others experiencing the kind of pain he went through, the loss of everything… he wouldn't wish that on anyone.

But then, the shrill voices hit his ears.

"Sasuke-kun!"

The girls. Every day, it was the same thing. Their pointless giggling, their desperate waves, their pathetic attempts to catch his attention. If anyone deserved to die, it was them. Annoying pests. He wouldn't mourn them.

He turned his head toward the window, tuning them out as he always did, letting the noise fade into the background. What did it matter? He had more important things to think about. He closed his eyes, his mind wandering to what he should train today. Ninjutsu? Taijutsu?

But then… silence. Why was it suddenly so quiet?

He opened his eyes just in time to hear a loud thud beside him.

Some guy, fully dressed in battle armor, sat down next to him. The chair wobbled under the guy's weight, the suit clinking with every movement. Sasuke's gaze immediately locked onto the insignia on his shield—a lion.

A clan symbol. But one he didn't recognize.

Who was this guy?

He glanced around the room. Everyone was staring at him, as confused as he was. Why was he here? Why was he in the graduating class?

Sasuke didn't like this. Not one bit.

---

Naruto felt like a bottle about to burst, completely full and ready to overflow. Guess that's what he deserved after eating 25 bowls of ramen. New record! He rubbed his stomach, grinning to himself—until he noticed something was off. The class was way quieter than usual.

"Hey, do I have something on my nose?" Naruto asked, looking around, confused by the silence. As soon as he spoke, everyone's jaws practically hit the floor.

"Naruto?!" a few students gasped.

He removed his helmet manually, not by unequipping it—he still needed to breathe, after all.

"Yeah?" Naruto replied, wiping away some sweat. He couldn't help but wonder, How did Oscar manage to stay in that armor for so long without getting all sweaty? Seriously, that guy must have been built differently.

Then, of course, someone had to pipe up. "You know this is a class for graduating students, not failures."

Some jerk in the back thought he was funny. Naruto huffed, his hand instinctively reaching for his headband. Should I get this helmet engraved or something? This is getting really annoying.

Just as he was about to show them his headband, he heard it—Kiba's voice cutting through the room like nails on a chalkboard.

"Hey, don't bully that loser. He probably thinks wearing some stolen armor is gonna make him Hokage."

A bunch of the class laughed. Too many for Naruto's liking. His glare shot straight to the source—Kiba Inuzuka. Messy brown hair, sharp black eyes with those weird slit pupils, and that stupid smug grin on his face. He had those red fang markings on his cheeks like all the Inuzuka, and he was decked out in his usual dark pants and that fur-lined coat.

Naruto didn't steal anything.

"I didn't steal nothing, Dog Breath," he growled, the words slipping out before he could stop them. "This armor is from my master."

Kiba… Kiba was complicated. There were times they'd skip class together, pulling pranks and causing trouble like a couple of idiots. But for some reason, Kiba always had this need to put Naruto down, like he had something to prove. Normally, Naruto would laugh it off, maybe prank him right back, but today? Today, Kiba's words cut deeper than usual, and Naruto couldn't shake off the anger bubbling up inside him.

This armor represented that he was the Squire of Oscar.

Naruto clenched his fists, the rough metal of the gauntlets digging into his skin. He could feel the heat rising in his chest, the familiar burn of frustration trying to take over. He wasn't about to lose control, not here, not in front of these idiots. He'd just show his headband, prove them wrong, and shut them all up.

But Kiba wasn't done. He never knew when to stop.

"What master? You've always been the dead-last loser. But seeing that stupid piece of crap armor…"

Kiba's laugh echoed in the room, but it felt hollow, and for once, no one joined in. The rest of the classmates weren't laughing. They were watching Naruto, their eyes wide, like they were seeing something different for the first time. Naruto could feel their stares, but he didn't care. All he could focus on were Kiba's words, repeating over and over in his head, cutting deeper each time.

Naruto's fists clenched harder.

"And I think your master is just as big of a loser as you are," Kiba added, his voice dripping with arrogance.

Naruto heard the words, but they didn't register at first. It was like his brain was trying to process what had just been said, like a delayed explosion. He could feel the anger shifting into something sharper, colder.

Oscar… Kiba insulted Oscar.

Naruto's body went still, his mind narrowing in on Kiba. Everyone else faded into the background. Naruto didn't care about them. The only thing that mattered was shutting Kiba up.

But of course, Kiba didn't stop there. He never knew when to stop.

"Oi, couldn't find a better sword to go with your stupid costume? You know what, I'll be generous. Why don't I give you a proper dagger, better than that broken, crappy sword you probably took off a beggar—"

That was it. Naruto could barely hear the rest of Kiba's sentence because the blood was pounding in his ears, his vision narrowing until all he saw was his fist connecting with Kiba's face with a satisfying crunch.

Kiba didn't even get to finish his insult before he was sent flying out of his seat.

Coincidentally, the door of the classroom swung open just as Kiba went flying through it. Sakura and Ino, mid-argument, barely had time to duck as Kiba soared over them, crashing into the hallway with a resounding thud.

"Hey, what the—" Sakura began, but her words caught in her throat the moment she locked eyes with Naruto. Her face paled, and before she could comprehend it, her legs gave out from under her. She hit the floor hard, trembling uncontrollably, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Sweat beaded across her forehead, her entire body frozen in place.

The entire class felt it.

Naruto's chakra—unbeknownst to him—had changed. The soul of the Asylum Demon had left its mark, not as a visible scar, but as something foreign and raw, steeped in an extreme Yin nature of the soul.

And with his frustration mounting, that lingering Yin slipped free, seeping into the room like an invisible miasma. It wasn't intentional, but it didn't need to be. The energy, alien and wrong, carried with it the faintest echoes of the Asylum Demon's existence.

To the others, the feeling was indescribable.

How could you describe the feeling of another world?

It was as though the room itself shifted, the very fabric of reality stretching thin at the edges. It wasn't something they could see or name, but their bodies reacted instinctively. A cold sensation ran down their spines, the kind of chill that sank into the bones and made every muscle scream to run, to get away. It wasn't the fear of a predator lurking in the dark, but something deeper, more primal. It felt wrong in the way a shadow moving without light would feel wrong—a contradiction of existence that clawed at their sanity.

"You bastard!" Kiba roared, his voice feral as he wiped at the blood dripping from his nose. His eyes burned with fury, his pride as an Inuzuka screaming for retribution.

"Gijū Ninpō: Shikyaku no Jutsu!"

His chakra surged, and his nails and fangs elongated, giving him a wild, bestial appearance. Without hesitation, Kiba lunged at Naruto, his hands clawing through the air like he intended to tear him apart. Naruto didn't move—at least, not immediately. The moment seemed to stretch out, silent but heavy. Then, in a blur, his body flickered.

Shunshin no Jutsu.

Wind whipped through the hallway, rustling Sakura's and Ino's hair as Naruto reappeared in front of Kiba in an instant. The world around him blurred as the distance between them vanished, a tunnel of motion that left Kiba wide open. Naruto's fist shot upward, and the impact came like a crack of thunder. Kiba's head snapped back, his eyes wide as his body lifted off the ground. A tooth spun lazily through the air before clattering against the floor.

Naruto didn't stop.

He was on Kiba in the blink of an eye, pinning him to the ground with a ferocity that made the room hold its breath. Kiba grunted, struggling beneath him, but Naruto's knees kept his arms locked down. Naruto's breath came fast, harsh, as he glared down at Kiba. His chest heaved beneath the weight of his armor. For a moment, he wasn't in the classroom. He wasn't in the Academy. He was back in the Northern Asylum, standing in the dim, damp corridors where survival was earned with blood and steel.

Without realizing it, Naruto's hand moved.

The axe was in his grip before he even knew it. Heavy, sharp, its worn blade gleaming faintly in the classroom's light. He raised it high above his head, the motion deliberate, slow, as if the weight of the weapon mirrored the weight in his chest.

And then—

His hand froze.

What was he doing?

Time seemed to stop as Naruto stared at the axe in his hand, his breath catching in his throat. Kiba's words replayed in his mind, sharp and grating. He insulted Oscar. He insulted Oscar's sword. The anger still pulsed through him, demanding action, demanding he teach Kiba a lesson.

But… was this what Oscar would have done?

The anger in his chest wavered, and his grip on the axe loosened. This wasn't honor. This was rage, raw and ugly. If he brought the axe down now, it wouldn't be about justice. It wouldn't be about defending Oscar's memory. It would be about him. His pride. His anger.

Naruto's arm trembled. Was he really going to sully Oscar's code for this?

"Enough!"

Naruto felt a hand on his wrist, firm but not forceful. He looked up, the red haze in his vision clearing slightly as he met Iruka-sensei's eyes. There was no anger in them, no judgment—only a quiet, heavy understanding.

"Please stop this."

Naruto stared at him for a moment, then back down at Kiba. The fight was gone from the other boy's eyes now, replaced with something else. Fear.

Naruto's grip on the axe loosened entirely, and the weapon fell to the floor with a dull thud. He stood slowly, pushing himself off Kiba and taking a step back. His chest was still heaving, his breaths ragged, but the storm inside him was finally starting to settle.

The room was silent.

Naruto could feel their stares—sharp, piercing, like needles against his skin. He didn't look at any of them. He didn't care what they thought. Let them think what they wanted. Let them whisper.

But as he moved to sit back down, something gave him pause.

Sasuke.

The boy was staring at him, his dark eyes locked onto Naruto with an intensity that made the hair on the back of his neck prickle.

Then Naruto saw them.

Sasuke's eyes, dark a moment ago, now glowed faintly red, two spinning tomoe etched into each iris. The Sharingan.

Naruto's breath caught for half a second, and the weight in the room shifted yet again. This time, it wasn't his own presence commanding it—it was Sasuke's. The Uchiha's body seemed coiled, ready to spring, like he was reacting to a threat only he could see.

"Why are your eyes red, teme?!"

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A graduating class should have been buzzing with excitement—nervous chatter about upcoming assignments, soft laughs as they teased each other about their new teams, and the unrestrained joy of finally passing the Academy. Instead, the classroom felt heavy, as if all that energy had been snuffed out.

The silence was suffocating.

Kiba Inuzuka sat on the edge of a desk, clutching a bloodied rag to his nose as Iruka-sensei wrapped gauze around his knuckles. He winced but didn't complain. The idea of being escorted to the nurse's office felt like a humiliation he wouldn't live down. His pride wouldn't allow it—not after what had happened.

The civilian-born students sat scattered across the classroom, their gazes downcast or staring blankly into space. Naruto's faint, almost unintentional killer intent had been a far cry from what seasoned shinobi might unleash, but for them, it was something they could never have prepared for—or forget. The weight of it lingered in their minds, leaving them with an unsettling question they hadn't dared to ask before: Were they truly ready for the shinobi world?

Meanwhile Shikamaru Nara leaned forward in his chair, his chin resting on his folded arms. He looked bored—at least, that's what anyone glancing at him would think. But his sharp mind was anything but calm.

Troublesome. That was the only word he could find for it.

Naruto… what the hell was that?

His lazy eyes flicked toward the boy in armor. The ridiculous outfit should have made Naruto look silly, like he was trying too hard to play some kind of warrior. But now Shikamaru wasn't so sure.

That armor—it wasn't something you stole from a merchant or patched together from scraps. It looked like it had been made for him, fitted perfectly. That meant Naruto was telling the truth about having a master.

But if he had a master capable of giving him gear like that, then why had Naruto been dead last for so long? Why had he failed basic tests and acted like a fool every day? It didn't add up. Either Naruto had been hiding his true strength all along, or something had changed recently. Either way, it was troublesome.

Even more troublesome was what had happened to the class.

Shikamaru had seen killer intent before—his father was a jonin, after all. He'd felt it during training sessions and clan meetings. But this? What Naruto had unleashed earlier felt different. It wasn't just chakra trying to intimidate them. It had felt… alien. Like it didn't belong in this world.

Shikamaru sighed softly, rubbing the back of his neck. His mind was spinning, questions piling up with no answers in sight.

This was such a drag.

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Hinata Hyūga sat stiffly at her desk, her hands clutching the fabric of her jacket tightly. She could feel her heart beating in her chest, loud and erratic, like it might break free at any moment.

She hadn't activated her Byakugan, but she didn't need to. She had felt the shift in Naruto's chakra as clearly as if she'd seen it with her own eyes. It wasn't the chakra she had grown used to sensing—the warm, stubborn energy that seemed to radiate determination no matter how much Naruto struggled. This had been colder, heavier, and laced with something dark and unfamiliar.

It had scared her.

That wasn't Naruto-kun.

She repeated the thought to herself like a mantra, trying to push the memory of his rage-filled eyes out of her mind. Naruto wasn't like that. He was kind and bright, always moving forward no matter how many people doubted him. He wasn't cruel or violent. He couldn't be.

Her fingers trembled as she tightened her grip on her jacket, her pale lavender eyes glancing at Naruto from beneath her bangs. He sat quietly at his desk now, seemingly calm, as though nothing had happened.

Hinata wanted to believe that the Naruto she admired was still there. That the boy who inspired her was just… going through something.

But the way his chakra had felt earlier…

She swallowed hard, forcing the thought away.

---

Ino Yamanaka crossed her legs, trying to look as calm as possible. She was failing.

Her hands were shaking, so she kept them out of sight, pressing them against her thighs. She hated how her body was reacting—it felt weak, and she hated feeling weak.

Naruto's killer intent… no, that wasn't even the right term for it. It had been raw, overwhelming, like being caught in a wave you couldn't see coming. And it wasn't just fear it evoked. No, it felt like staring into something that wasn't supposed to exist—something wrong.

Her father had always told her that killer intent was a reflection of experience. It wasn't just about anger or hatred; it was a mark left on someone's soul by the weight of their actions. It carried the residue of lives taken, of battles fought.

But Naruto? Naruto was the dead last, the class clown. He hadn't killed anyone. He'd barely even passed his graduation exam. So where had that weight come from?

Her stomach churned as she remembered the pressure—the way it had pressed against her chest and made her feel like she couldn't breathe.

Her father had also said that killer intent always told a story. But whatever story Naruto's was… it wasn't normal. And though she hated to admit it, a part of her couldn't help but be drawn to that story, intrigued by the mystery of who Naruto really was.

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Sakura Haruno sat frozen, her hands gripping her lap tightly, her green eyes darting to Naruto for only a second before looking away again.

Her heart felt heavy. That loud, goofy boy she'd dismissed so many times… that wasn't the boy she'd seen today. The way he'd looked at Kiba, the way he'd unleashed something so terrifying and foreign—it wasn't him. It couldn't be.

She swallowed, her throat dry, and thought back to all the times Naruto had chased after her with that dumb grin, telling her how much he liked her. A small, bitter question crept into her mind: Was that fake too?

If Kiba's insults had been enough to set him off like that, then… what about her? She wasn't exactly kind to him. She had called him names, yelled at him, dismissed him as a loser a hundred times over. If Kiba's words had caused that, what would he have done if it had been her?

Her stomach twisted, shame and fear bubbling inside her, though she didn't understand why. She wanted to believe that Naruto—the real Naruto—was still the same loud, annoying idiot who always tried to make her laugh, even if she never appreciated it. But after today…

Sakura clenched her fists in her lap, her gaze fixed on the desk in front of her.

Who are you really, Naruto?

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In the corner, Shino Aburame sat perfectly still. But inside, the boy was anything but calm.

His kikaichū were restless. The insects that lived within him, normally in perfect harmony with his body, were shifting erratically, buzzing in strange patterns that made his skin itch. They weren't agitated exactly—it was something else, something harder to define. They were being drawn to Naruto, pulled toward him like moths to a flame.

Shino adjusted his high collar, but the hum of his kikaichū filled his mind. They seemed to be murmuring, though not in words—more like instinct. Their movements pulsed with a single thought, a feeling Shino could interpret but couldn't fully understand: Fire of life.

On the other side of the room, Sai sat with his back straight, his notepad balanced neatly in his lap. His pale face was as expressionless as ever, his black eyes cool and unreadable.

Sai's mission was clear: spy on Naruto Uzumaki, learn about him, and report back.

But even Sai, trained to suppress his emotions to the point of emptiness, couldn't fully ignore what he'd just witnessed and felt.

That presence. That flare of killer intent.

He hadn't flinched, of course, but his body had felt it, like the faint echo of a blade brushing against his skin.

Sai's brush paused for a moment, his fingers trembling imperceptibly. His eyes flicked up, landing on Naruto as the boy sat still, seemingly unaffected by the storm of unease he'd left in his wake.

Sai's lips twitched, not into a smile, but into something close—a faint, almost clinical curiosity.

The notepad in his lap filled with ink as he drew—an abstract swirl of darkness centered around a single flame. It was imperfect, messy even, but it was the only way Sai could interpret what he had felt from Naruto.

---

Iruka glanced at Kiba one last time, making sure the bandages were secure. With a sigh, he turned back to the class, feeling the weight of the silence.

The room looked deader than him during the morning when he hadn't had his coffee.

And Naruto? He didn't look guilty at all. Not even a hint of remorse on his face.

Iruka couldn't help but wonder—was this change in behavior due to Naruto's first kill? Maybe. He had seen it before in other shinobi, but this felt… different. He made a mental note to submit a form so that Naruto could get some psychological help. Something was off, and Iruka didn't want to ignore it.

But for now, he had a job to do. He had to wake these kids up, shake them out of whatever fog Naruto had thrown them into. They needed to be ready for what was coming next.

Iruka straightened up, his voice cutting through the room like a whip. "You're shinobi now!"

A few of the genin jumped in their seats, startled. Good. At least they were paying attention again.

"This headband you gained," Iruka continued, "is merely the first step. Yesterday, you had a rank, a standing, a score that placed you among your peers. Today, you are nothing but genin."

He paused, letting that sink in. They needed to understand—really understand—what that meant.

"Whether you were first or last yesterday has no bearing on who you are today. You are nothing but genin. Yesterday, you were the oldest and the strongest of the Academy. Today, you are the youngest and the weakest. You are nothing but genin."

Iruka looked around the room, scanning their faces. Finally, he could see some life in their eyes again. They were listening.

"You can be proud to have passed the Academy, but remember—there is still much more to learn. Remember that you're stepping out of school into the vast world. Do not doubt the skills you acquired here, but do not become arrogant, for today, you are nothing but genin."

He watched as most of them looked down, as if something had hit them. Reaffirmed something they needed to hear. But something still felt off. Why did they look so... deflated? Did Naruto do something before he came in? Iruka couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this than he realized, but he pushed it aside for now. He had teams to announce.

"Team Ten under Asuma Sarutobi: Ino Yamanaka, Choji Akimichi, and Shikamaru Nara."

The Yamanaka, Nara, and Akimichi always teamed up. That trio was so famous for their teamwork that even Hashirama Senju himself once said there was nothing like it. It was tradition, one that Iruka didn't expect to change anytime soon.

He cleared his throat, half-expecting Ino to cry out in disappointment over not being with Sasuke. But… nothing. The girl was deep in thought, not a word from her. That was strange.

"Team Eight under Kurenai Yūhi: Kiba Inuzuka, Shino Aburame, and Hinata Hyūga," Iruka called out, a little puzzled himself. It looked like an ideal tracker team, but Kurenai was famous for her genjutsu expertise. So why was she making a tracker team? He shrugged it off—Kurenai knew what she was doing, he hoped.

Then came the big one. "Team Seven under Kakashi Hatake: Sasuke Uchiha, Sakura Haruno…"

Iruka paused for a moment, fully expecting Sakura to cheer. And right on cue, she did, as if this was the greatest moment of her life. Honestly, it was almost impressive, this infatuation she had with Sasuke. If only it weren't so… foolish. But hey, that kind of passion had its place, Iruka supposed.

He took a deep breath, bracing himself for what came next. "Naruto Uzumaki."

Sakura froze mid-cheer. Naruto? He just looked… bored. Like he couldn't care less. And Sasuke? He was still preoccupied with checking out his new Sharingan in the reflection of the window, but he seemed pleased enough with the teammates he was assigned.

Iruka almost laughed but held it in. Kakashi, you unlucky bastard, he thought. I'll pray for you and this dysfunctional team.

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Chapter no.6 To Stand, To Fall

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Naruto sighed, bored out of his mind in the empty classroom. Everyone else had already left, their senseis having taken them away. A few had given him strange looks, but he didn't know how to feel about that. He used to do anything to get their attention. But now? Now that he finally had it, he didn't even need it anymore.

"Precept the Ninth: A knight's deeds are done not for praise, but in faith."

He muttered it under his breath, as though it could explain why he'd stopped caring. But honestly, he still didn't get it.

Faith in what, exactly?

Naruto stared at the reflection in his shiny gauntlet, his hand outstretched in front of him.

Was it because of the old man? Because Hiruzen had revealed all those lies that everyone seemed to know but him? Did that make him stop caring about people who'd lied to him for so long? Maybe. Maybe he was just disillusioned now.

He sighed, trying to shake the thoughts away, but they stuck like glue.

Then there were his two new teammates. He didn't know how to feel about them.

Sakura Haruno… his crush? He blinked, realizing how ridiculous that sounded now. Why did he even like her?

She wasn't the prettiest, definitely not the kindest, and she'd always been so rude to him. Every time he'd asked her out, she'd hit him. Why did he put up with that? What did he even see in her? He glanced at her, noticing how she flinched when their eyes met.

He looked away. Whatever.

As long as she didn't treat him like before, they'd be fine.

And then there was Sasuke Uchiha.

Naruto had always seen him as his rival, even after everything that had happened to him. Why was that? He couldn't figure it out. Maybe it was because Sasuke felt like someone he had more in common with than anyone else.

No, that wasn't it.

He still saw Sasuke as his rival because he represented something Naruto couldn't overcome before—the old Naruto couldn't beat him. If he could overcome Sasuke, then he'd know he'd truly gotten stronger.

He stared at his hand, lost in thought. Iruka-sensei was right. He had gotten smarter. Dattebayo.

Was it because of everything he'd been through in that other world? Or was it something else? Naruto summoned his system window, his eyes drifting over the stat numbers. Were these numbers the reason for all of this? Did they have something to do with how different he felt? The thought nagged at him, but he shook it off as he glanced at the clock.

Naruto stood up, causing Sasuke and Sakura to glance in his direction.

"Naruto, where are you going? Sensei could arrive any minute," Sakura said, raising an eyebrow. Sasuke just grunted his usual Hn.

"Gotta take a massive dump," Naruto said without hesitation, watching the disgust on Sakura's face. She didn't say anything, though. He guessed he'd earned a little more respect these days.

Should've beaten Kiba sooner if I knew I'd get this kind of respect, Naruto thought, smirking to himself as he walked out the door.

He made his way to the bathroom, making sure it was empty before locking himself inside a stall.

He pulled out the Darksign, feeling the familiar weight of it in his hand.

"Take your sweet time, I know I am… Dattebayo," he whispered to himself.

And just like that, a bright light flooded the stall.

Naruto blinked against the brightness, trying to adjust as the warmth of the bonfire washed over him. The familiar crackling flames brought a sense of comfort, grounding him in this strange world. He looked around, taking in his surroundings, when—

"Welcome back."

Naruto nearly jumped out of his skin, spinning around to find the Crestfallen Warrior standing there, just staring at him with that dead expression.

"Don't do that! You scared me!" Naruto muttered, clutching his chest. His heart was still pounding.

The warrior didn't even react, just pointed toward the side.

Naruto's eyes followed his gesture, and that's when he saw it—a giant glob of souls hovering there, and… an apparition of himself.

He'd seen his clones plenty of times before, but this? This was different. It was creepier, like staring into a ghost of himself. Naruto didn't even like ghosts.

"What… What is this?" he asked, unease creeping into his voice.

"Soul drop," Alexander said flatly.

Naruto turned back to him, waiting for more of an explanation. The warrior just shrugged.

"You die, you drop that."

Naruto gave him a deadpan look. Seriously? That's all he's got?

Seeing the warrior wasn't going to elaborate any further, Naruto reached out and grabbed the soul drop, and the moment he touched it, he absorbed all 11,000 souls.

Suddenly, he felt… full. It was a strange sensation, like something inside him had just grown stronger, but he couldn't put his finger on how or why. Then he remembered something Oscar had told him before—souls could be used to strengthen oneself.

"Hey, how do you use souls to get stronger?"

The warrior paused, as if contemplating whether to tell him or not. Naruto started tapping his foot impatiently, waiting for an answer.

"I'll tell you if you do something for me," Alexander said after a long moment.

Naruto groaned. Of course, there was a catch.

"Fine. What do I need to do?"

A minute later, Naruto found himself walking up a set of old, ruined stone stairs, the grass brushing against his legs as he moved. The ruins stretched out before him—an old, decayed place filled with overgrown greenery and a lifeless tree. The walls were crumbling, archways half-collapsed, and the air felt thick with age and abandonment.

The temple ruins loomed ahead, their stone surfaces worn and covered in moss. Under the massive branches of a gigantic tree that seemed to grow straight out of the mountain itself lay what remained of the dome of the temple. The structure was barely recognizable, but it was impressive in its own right. Near the dome, he spotted the gigantic crow—the same one that had brought him here.

Naruto hummed to himself, trying to make sense of it all. Alexander had sent him to talk to some guy in the temple ruins. Why? The warrior hadn't said. He just wanted Naruto to go and talk. Simple enough, he guessed.

As he continued up the stairs, his eyes wandered to a second path leading to another part of the temple. Unlike the decayed ruins of the first area, this section had a roof and a building that still stood, despite being covered in moss.

"This is where I need to go, right?"

He glanced at a third path and made a quick decision. Summoning a clone, he sent it off to check out that one. No point leaving any stone unturned, right?

Focusing back on the task at hand, Naruto continued climbing the stairs, his boots thudding softly against the old stone.

At the top of the stairs, Naruto stopped in his tracks. Ahead was a platform, with giant pots lined near the back. But what really caught his eye was the man standing to the left, near the wall.

He's bigger than Choji.

Naruto took a few cautious steps forward, getting a better look. The man was stocky and heavily armored, looking like he could crush a boulder without breaking a sweat. His armor was made of layered, metallic plates, and he held a spiked mace in one hand. His shield bore a colorful, intricate design. But what nearly made Naruto laugh was the man's ridiculous blonde bowl-cut hairstyle and his huge nose.

The man seemed unaware of Naruto's presence at first, too busy reciting something that sounded like a prayer. So, Naruto did what any sensible person would do—he sat on the stairs and waited for him to finish. Alexander had sent him here, but the longer Naruto waited, the more it felt like some weird prank.

"Hello there. I believe we are not acquainted? I am Petrus of Thorolund. Forgive me for being cautious, but I must ask that you maintain a respectful distance," the man said, his deep voice breaking the silence.

Naruto blinked, caught off guard. "Uh… right. Sure," he muttered, scratching the back of his head.

"Do you have business with us?" Petrus continued, his tone calm but tinged with caution.

"Well… I don't actually know," Naruto admitted. "Alexander sent me here. I thought you might have something for him?"

Petrus stood there, staring at Naruto—not at his face, but something else. His eyes lingered on Naruto's armor, narrowing slightly.

The silence dragged on, and Naruto felt unease creeping in. "I could go back and ask him what he needs from you," Naruto offered quickly, realizing that Petrus might not trust him or thought he was wasting his time.

Petrus's gaze shifted to Naruto's armor. "That armor… belongs to the knights of Astora," he said slowly. "You are quite young to be an elite knight."

Naruto stiffened. "No, no, it's not mine. It belonged to my master, Oscar. I'm just his squire. I wear it because… he passed away."

The weight of Naruto's words hung in the air. He wasn't sure why he felt the need to explain himself, but something about the way Petrus looked at him made him want to justify why he had Oscar's armor.

Petrus's lips curled into a small grin, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. It wasn't unkind, but there was something calculating behind it, as though he was weighing Naruto's words.

Without warning, Petrus reached into his pouch.

"Here," he said, tossing something gently to Naruto, who caught it out of reflex.

Naruto blinked, looking down at the coin in his hand, unsure of its value or significance. He started to raise his hand to give it back. "Uh, thanks, but—"

Petrus shook his head. "No, go ahead. It's for you."

Naruto stared at the coin. It felt solid in his hand, its dull surface catching the light faintly. He rubbed his thumb over the worn markings. "What's it for?"

Petrus smiled faintly, a softer expression than before. "It's a small funeral gift, something given to warriors of the Way of White. A tradition. We offer these as a sign of peace and to ensure the soul finds its way to the Flame."

"Thanks, but what do you mean by 'warriors of the Way of White'?" Naruto asked, still trying to wrap his head around the explanation.

"Well, your master was an elite knight of Astora, so he must have been a warrior of the Way of White," Petrus explained, his tone calm and assured, as if this was something Naruto should have known all along.

Naruto opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out at first. He didn't want to admit how little he knew about Oscar's traditions. Instead, he asked, "Can you tell me more?"

"Can you tell me more?"

Petrus's face lit up with a broad smile, the kind that made it clear he was more than happy to share. It was almost like he'd been waiting for Naruto to ask.

"Is this your way of honoring your fallen master?" Petrus asked, his voice softening as if they were discussing something sacred.

Naruto hesitated. "Yeah. I mean, he taught me a lot, but I don't really know what it means to be a knight. I only know some of the precepts Oscar explained to me before he... before he died."

Petrus stood there, looking at Naruto in a way that felt... strange. Like he was sizing him up, not just physically, but on a deeper level. It felt like he was trying to figure out who Naruto really was beneath the armor and the bravado. It made Naruto uncomfortable, but he stood his ground.

"The Way of White," Petrus began, "is a path of devotion. It is the way of the gods, of miracles, and of faith. To honor your master, you must first understand the power of miracles and the covenant you make with the gods."

Miracles? That piqued Naruto's interest.

"Miracles, huh?" Naruto asked, feeling a spark of curiosity. "Like... Pyromancy?"

Petrus snorted, shaking his head. "Not quite. Miracles are gifts from the gods, born from faith and devotion. But their power is determined by your commitment and your belief."

Naruto sat up straighter, suddenly more invested in the whole conversation. "Okay, so... how do I start?"

Petrus smiled, a genuine warmth to his expression now. "To begin, you must form a Covenant with the Gods. It is a sacred promise, a bond that grants you access to the power of miracles."

"Right," Naruto muttered, trying to follow. "And what do I have to do?"

Petrus gestured for Naruto to come closer. "You will need to accept the light of All-Father Lloyd, the patron deity of Thorolund, and in doing so, you will be granted the power to call upon miracles."

"Okay, show me one," Naruto challenged, half-expecting him to blow him away with something cool.

Petrus huffed softly, stepping back as he prepared something. He pulled out a simple, weathered cloak. It didn't look like much, just an old piece of cloth, but then, all of a sudden, it lit up with a brilliant white light. The air around him seemed to vibrate, and as he crossed his arms and stomped the ground, a shockwave blasted out in all directions, shattering nearby clay pots. Naruto could feel the force in his bones.

"Whoa!" Naruto gasped. "You're gonna teach me that?!"

Petrus nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, but only if you are willing to make the Covenant."

"Wait, you're gonna teach me that?!" Naruto practically shouted, his excitement surging. He could barely contain himself. A new attack, a cool new technique—and he'd get to honor Oscar too. This was perfect.

Petrus nodded but then added, "Of course, but first, you must establish a Covenant with the Gods."

Naruto blinked, the excitement fading just a little. "Oh, right... that," he muttered, trying to focus on the idea of learning the miracle and not get caught up in the whole covenant thing. Whatever that meant.

"What do I have to do?" Naruto asked, not really caring about the details. He just wanted that miracle.

Petrus raised his hand, and a glowing ring of white light formed around him. It was kind of mesmerizing, honestly.

"To establish the Covenant of the Way of White, you must first accept the light of All-Father Lloyd, uncle of Lord Gwyn, patron deity of Thorolund, and undergo your first baptism."

Yeah, okay, all that talk about gods and deities went right over Naruto's head. He just nodded like he understood. "Sure," he said, keeping his focus on that miracle. That's all that mattered. What could go wrong, right?

"Then let us begin," Petrus said, holding out the white ring and starting his chant.

"By the grace of All-Father Lloyd and in the light of Lord Gwyn, we gather to welcome a new soul into the sacred Way of White. Today, we renounce the darkness of the Abyss and pledge ourselves to the Flame that sustains the Age of Fire. The Dark Sign, accursed by the gods, will never lay claim to this soul, for they now walk in the divine path of light."

As he spoke, Naruto felt a warmth wrap around him, like he was being covered in a blanket of light. It was soft and comforting. He didn't understand most of what Petrus was saying, but for the first time in a while, he felt... at peace. After everything that had happened lately, he needed this. More than he realized.

"Do you renounce the Abyss, the servants of darkness, and the curse of the Dark Sign that plagues the Undead?" Petrus asked, his voice ringing with authority.

Naruto barely thought about it. "I renounce them," he said automatically.

Then Petrus asked, "Do you pledge to uphold the teachings of the Way of White, to serve the gods, and to maintain the bonfires that stave off the darkness and preserve the Age of Fire?"

Again, Naruto's words came out without hesitation. "I pledge my soul and my will," he said, not really sure what that even meant.

Suddenly, the white ring in Petrus's hand shattered and started swirling around Naruto like a spiral of light.

It was kind of beautiful in a strange, magical way.

Almost like something out of a dream.

"By the will of All-Father Lloyd and the light of the Flame, I baptize you into the Way of White, in the name of the gods of Fire, the Seers of the Flame, and the great Lord Gwyn. May your soul burn bright, and your faith remain unbroken."

Naruto's hands came together on their own, like he wasn't even in control of his body anymore.

"Awaken, faithful servant of the Way of White. In times of darkness, may you serve the bonfires, and in times of despair, may you carry humanity to the flames. You are now reborn, not of darkness, but of light. Praise be to the gods, for you are their vessel."

Naruto blinked, trying to make sense of it all. He felt... peaceful. Safe, even. It was strange, but after everything that had happened lately, that feeling was exactly what he needed. He still didn't understand what Petrus was going on about—the "Age of Fire" or "maintaining bonfires" or any of that—but who cared? He was here for the miracles. That's all that mattered.

Petrus turned to him with that grand, serious tone still in his voice. "Now, let me share my miracles. Only, their ultimate effectiveness will be determined by your efforts and your faith."

"Okay," Naruto said, grinning. "Let's go with that weird white shockwave jutsu!"

Petrus paused and gave Naruto a kind of knowing smile. "That is the Force Miracle, yes," he said, holding out his hand. "But first, I must explain something. Normally, a squire spends many long days, killing a few undead foes at a time, under the protection of their master, to earn this miracle, as well as affording better equipment."

Naruto frowned, trying to process what Petrus was saying.

"You, however, already possess the armor and an enchanted weapon of a knight of Astora, albeit broken," Petrus continued, his eyes glancing at Naruto's gear. "It is because of this that I am making an exception for you. Usually, a squire would need their master's word before learning such a powerful miracle."

Oh. That was... kind of cool, Naruto guessed. But then Petrus dropped the bombshell.

"4,000 souls."

Wait. What?

Naruto blinked, his smile dropping like a stone.

"Wait, I have to buy them?!"

---

Alexander kicked the undead toward the well-shaped hole near Firelink Shrine, watching as it slumped over the moss-covered walls, finally dead. The familiar sensation of the soul being absorbed into his body washed over him, like a cold breeze he'd felt countless times. Then, one of those rare moments occurred—a piece of humanity floated up from the corpse.

"Must be my lucky day," he thought, though the sarcasm was thick. It didn't really matter. Humanity, while incredibly valuable, wasn't going to change anything for him.

Yesterday had been a blur—one moment, the Crestfallen Warrior was cutting down undead, the next, they were swarming in numbers he hadn't anticipated, all drawn to Naruto's soul drop. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time—being alive and afraid—like in his earlier days of adventure through this cursed land. Killing them wasn't even the hard part. Cleaning up afterward, though? That was something else entirely. It's easy to forget that even the weakest undead can catch you off guard. But not him. That's how he survived while so many others... fell.

"Why do I even bother cleaning up?" Alexander wondered to himself.

He didn't want to owe Naruto anything. He knew that connections in this world, relationships of any kind, were nothing but traps waiting to turn into tragedies. So, he sent Naruto off to explore the temple while he cleaned up the mess. It was better that way. He could get this done, and they could both move on.

The Crestfallen Warrior scanned the area. No more undead in sight. Finally, a moment of quiet.

And then he felt it—the unmistakable sensation of the Way of White's baptism. He knew it all too well. He'd witnessed it more times than he could count during his travels with her.

Her. His partner. The love of his life.

Alexander closed his eyes, trying to block out the memory, but it was no use. He could still hear her screams as she used the Homeward Miracle on him, sending him to safety while she... she was swarmed by ghosts. That was the day he lost her. The day his world shattered. She didn't even have a name, not one that mattered here, but she had given him purpose. She gave him a reason to keep going, to not go hollow.

But now? That purpose was gone. Time had become meaningless. Everything felt empty without her. He blamed the Way of White for it. Of course, he did. Why wouldn't he? They were nothing more than a cult of self-righteous snakes, demanding souls from the undead as their "duty." Their covenant was built on greed, masked behind a veil of holy purpose.

The Way of White. The Crestfallen Warrior sneered, thinking how perfectly the name fit their greed for souls. The color white—pure, clean, but underneath, they were just as filthy as anyone else.

But why would they let Naruto join? That was the part that didn't make sense. The Way of White didn't just let anyone in. You either had to complete some impossibly hard task or have connections in high places.

And then it hit him.

Naruto's armor. The elite set from Astora. Astora, where the Way of White was practically a state religion. Of course, they'd let him in the moment he showed even the slightest interest. No questions asked.

"Why didn't I think of that sooner?" Alexander cursed under his breath and rushed toward the temple ruins, his thoughts racing. He wasn't about to let Naruto get exploited by that damned covenant. No, this wasn't about Naruto. It had nothing to do with him. He just didn't want the Way of White sinking their claws into an otherworldly invader.

Yeah, that's what he told himself. It had nothing to do with Naruto.

But deep down, he knew he was lying to himself.

Alexander arrived just as Naruto was handed a scroll containing his first miracle. The person explaining it spoke simply but with reverence: miracles were the power of faith given form, drawn from devotion and prayer to the gods. They weren't just stories or rituals—they were belief made real, divine power channeled by conviction.

Damn it.

Without thinking, Alexander rushed forward, grabbing Naruto's hand. The boy yelped in surprise, "Oi!" but Alexander didn't stop. He dragged Naruto up the stairs, not caring if Petrus noticed—or if he cared. The so-called holy man didn't even bother to stop them.

"What are you doing?" Naruto demanded.

"Did you join the covenant?" Alexander asked, his voice harsh.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I? My master was a warrior of the Way of White," Naruto explained, as if that made everything okay. Alexander clenched his jaw, trying to keep his frustration in check. Of course, Naruto would trust blindly. That's how it starts—trust, faith, and then the exploitation follows.

Alexander took a deep breath. He had to make sure Naruto didn't get sucked back into that damn covenant.

"Based on what?" Alexander challenged. He needed to gauge how much Naruto actually understood.

"Because he was a knight of Astora," Naruto repeated, like that explained everything. Alexander sighed deeply. The kid didn't get it.

"Not all knights of Astora are part of the Way of White. It depends on the household they're from," Alexander explained. "Your master could've very likely been from the Covenant of the Warrior of Sunlight."

Naruto blinked in surprise. "There are more covenants?"

Alexander pinched the bridge of his nose, fighting the urge to scream. "Why do I have to deal with a child?" he muttered to himself. Naruto had no idea what he was stepping into, no idea what these covenants were capable of.

"Hey, at least I got a miracle," Naruto said, sounding way too optimistic for Alexander's liking. He frowned.

"Show me," Alexander said, needing to confirm something.

Naruto started reciting the prayer, bringing his fists near his waist before stomping his foot into the ground… and nothing happened. Not even a spark.

He frowned and tried again, but the result was the same—nothing.

"Don't bother," Alexander muttered. "You need a talisman to perform miracles. Without it, you're just pushing chakra—or whatever your version of it is—into thin air. The talisman acts as a conduit, channeling divine power through your faith and focus. Without that connection, it's impossible to manifest a miracle."

Naruto frowned. "So, it's like... a middleman?"

Alexander gave a dry chuckle. "If you want to call it that."

Naruto nodded. "Oi, Petrus! Give me a talisman!"

Even though Petrus didn't bother coming up, his voice echoed from below. "That would be 1,000 souls."

"Seems reasonable."

Alexander grabbed Naruto's arm before he could move. "No, it's not," he growled.

Naruto blinked, confused. "But I got the Force miracle for 4,000 souls. Isn't that a good deal?"

Alexander's expression darkened as he clenched his teeth. "You got scammed."

"Scammed? But I thought—"

Alexander cut him off, his tone sharp but measured. "Listen carefully. Souls are the most important thing in this world. People like him—clerics, sorcerers, anyone offering power—they'll do anything to take yours. That Force miracle? It's bait."

"But I can't even use it without a talisman!"

"Exactly," Alexander said, his voice dropping lower, almost conspiratorial. "That's how these covenants work—power, miracles, even the ability to use them… it all requires payment. They hook you in with promises of strength, but in the end, they just want your souls. The talisman is just one piece of the transaction. No faith, no talisman, no miracles. Simple as that."

Naruto frowned, staring at the ground. "So, it's all a trap? Even the talisman wouldn't help unless I had enough faith…"

Alexander nodded. "Exactly. They set you up to fail so you keep paying, keep handing over your souls, chasing power you might never be able to use. That's the game. And in this world, your souls are your life. Lose enough of them to scams like this, and you might as well throw yourself off the nearest cliff."

Naruto tightened his fists, the weight of Alexander's words sinking in. He muttered under his breath, "I'm not letting anyone take advantage of me again."

Alexander gave him a hard look, then placed a heavy hand on Naruto's shoulder. "Good. Learn from this. Here, trust is rare, and survival depends on keeping your wits sharp. Souls are power. Don't give them away lightly."

The Crestfallen Warrior pointed up. "There's a tunnel that leads back to Firelink Shrine. Go," he ordered, leaving no room for argument.

Before Naruto could protest, Alexander added, "I'll deal with this scammer."

Naruto hesitated but eventually nodded and made his way toward the tunnel. Alexander watched him disappear before turning his attention back to Petrus.

Alexander descended the stairs, the weight of his anger growing with each step. When he reached Petrus, the man didn't even look concerned.

"Where is the boy?"

"Checking out the upper portion," Alexander replied, not bothering to hide the venom in his voice. He raised his hand, forming souls into an orb. "I'd like to buy a simple talisman."

Petrus's eyes narrowed. "Oh, then are you part of the covenant?"

"No. I don't believe in the power of the gods."

Petrus's face twisted in shock, like he'd just been slapped. "I can have your tongue removed for that blasphemy," he threatened.

"Well, if the gods can give their powers to a disgusting sinner like you—a fallen cleric—I don't think they'll mind my blasphemous words."

Petrus's face darkened as he pulled out his mace and swung it down with fury. Alexander was ready. His shield met the mace with a metallic clang, the force reverberating through his arm. In one swift motion, Alexander's sword sliced through the air, stopping just short of Petrus's earlobe.

Alexander smiled, a slow, dangerous smile. "I just want the talisman, cleric. No problems. Or do you want to fight until one of us is put down for good? The bonfire is close. We could keep this going as long as it takes."

Petrus's grip on his mace tightened, but he knew the truth. Fighting was pointless. They'd both just reform at the bonfire, stuck in an endless battle until one of them went hollow. With a sigh, Petrus lowered his weapon and tossed Alexander a simple talisman, taking the souls Alexander offered in return.

As Alexander turned to leave, Petrus spoke again. "How did you know I was a fallen cleric?"

Alexander paused, glancing back. "I didn't," he said coldly. "I guessed, based on how all the undead who listened to you went missing. Thanks for confirming it."

"I have my companions," Petrus grunted defensively.

"Yeah, I'm sure they'll be thrilled to support you when I tell them the truth."

Petrus's expression shifted, fear flashing across his face. He didn't want his secret exposed.

"Don't worry," Alexander said, turning away again. "I'm good at keeping secrets."

Petrus relaxed slightly, but Alexander wasn't done.

"As long as you do one thing for me."

Petrus hesitated. "And what's that?"

Alexander didn't turn around, but his voice left no room for argument. "Stay the hell away from Naruto."

---

Naruto walked, step after step, up the old stone stairs, the sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty silence around him, and he couldn't help but sigh. People are the same, even in this world, he thought bitterly, comparing this strange place to Konoha. He had hoped this world would be different. Maybe, just maybe, there'd be more kind people here compared to his village. But that was just a foolish, childish wish.

I need to be smarter about this, Naruto thought, reminding himself to stay sharp. "Dattebayo," he muttered under his breath, like it would somehow reinforce the thought.

Petrus… he was nothing but a scammer. The experience reminded Naruto of gambling—the way you're given a big prize to hook you, and then they slowly reel you in, making you want more and more. That's what the covenants were like, too. Stupid gambling. Stupid covenant.

Naruto stopped in his tracks, looking around. On one side, there was a strange, empty space between two large stone doors. It confused him. On the other side was a flight of stairs leading up to a broken-down room. Something about the place tugged at him, urging him to explore. Cautious but curious, he walked toward it. Reaching the top, he spotted the corpse of a hollow, a faint soul orb hovering above it. He instinctively absorbed the souls.

As he stood there, a thought nagged at him. Alexander, that emo Crestfallen Warrior, had said that souls were the most important thing in this world. So why didn't he take my souls when he had the chance?

Naruto frowned, unable to shake the question. But he kept moving, turning toward the strange double-door hole. Maybe that's where the tunnel is? It seemed like the only logical choice.

He stepped into the stone opening, wrinkling his nose at the musty smell that hit him immediately. The place reeked of algae, old metal, and stagnant water. The stone floor was slick with algae, and little puddles of water sat in cracks and crevices, reflecting the faint light. Rust lingered in the air from old, decaying metal.

As he walked further in, Naruto felt a slight breeze. Weird. If there's wind, there must be an exit somewhere. He jumped into the room, glancing around. Ahead, there was a tunnel, though shorter than he expected. Maybe this is the right path.

Naruto landed in what seemed like the back area of the temple, surrounded by pillars and crumbling walls. He paused, scanning the area. Did I take a wrong turn or something?

Then his eyes landed on something that made him smile.

A treasure chest.

The gray chest had a rounded top, reinforced with metal bindings and a weathered latch. "No way," Naruto whispered, his heart racing as he ran toward it. Excitement bubbled up inside him. He knelt down and popped open the latch, the lid creaking as it opened.

Inside were bones. Weird bones on ceramic plates, covered in strange symbols. Naruto didn't understand what they were, but he could feel something from them. Some kind of divine power, similar to what he'd felt from the Way of White covenant.

Naruto stared at the strange object in his hand, its name hovering in his vision.

"Homeward Bone," he muttered, the words rolling off his tongue. "Wait… if the name pops up, then there should be more information, right?"

Curiosity piqued, Naruto scrolled through the system menu, quickly navigating to his inventory. Sure enough, by clicking on the item, a small description appeared.

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

Naruto blinked, leaning closer as if that would help make the explanation any less creepy. "Wait, so this is made of… bones? Bonfires are fueled by bones?!"

The thought made his stomach churn. He grimaced, holding the item like it might bite him. "How do you even use this thing?" he asked out loud. "Do I snort the ashes? Or eat it? Eugh, gross…"

He quickly shook off the thought, deciding to deal with it later. Just as he was about to leave, something shiny caught his eye in the corner of the room—a treasure chest. His mood instantly brightened. "Finally, my day's getting better!" he cheered, practically sprinting toward it.

He dropped to his knees in front of the chest, yanked it open, and grinned as he pulled out the first item. It was heavy, with a solid wooden handle and a spiked metal ball at the end.

[ Item: Morning Star ]
[ Description: Hammer with a sharp spike on its pommel. One of the more barbaric cleric weapons. Uniquely, this hammer inflicts thrust damage and causes bleeding. ]

Naruto swung the weapon experimentally, feeling the weight and power behind each movement. "Now this is a weapon!" he said, impressed.

He placed it into his inventory and moved on to the next chest. Inside was a small talisman, similar to the one he'd seen Petrus carrying.

[ Item: Talisman ]
[ Description: Medium for casting miracles of the Gods. Standard talisman issued to common believers. Equip talisman to cast miracles. Attune miracles from a scroll at a bonfire. Most miracles have a limited number of uses. ]

Naruto's face lit up. "Yatta! I can finally use miracles!" He gave a little victory fist-pump before carefully storing the talisman away. But when he opened the next chest, his enthusiasm faltered.

"What the heck is this?" Naruto muttered, pulling out a handful of small, red, cracked orbs from his inventory. They were shaped like eyeballs, their jagged surfaces resembling dried, fractured glass. Dark, vein-like patterns crawled across their surface, pulsating faintly as if alive. A sinister, oppressive energy radiated from them, cold and sharp, sending a shiver down his spine. They felt wrong—like they belonged in the kind of nightmare that left you waking up drenched in sweat.

[ Item: Cracked Red Eye Orb ]
[ Description: A fragment of the forbidden knowledge granted by Darkstalker Kaathe, this relic grants its wielder access to the abyssal realms, twisted dimensions of endless shadow where only the strongest prevail. With this artifact, the bearer becomes the sovereign of the arena, binding all within until their opponent has been vanquished. Lesser imitations of this power exist, such as the Cracked Red Eye Orb, which offers fleeting glimpses of this abyssal dominion, a pale echo of the Darkwraiths' true mastery. ]

Naruto read the description once, then twice, trying to make sense of it. "What the hell does that mean?" he asked, his voice tinged with frustration. When no answer came, he threw the creepy objects into his inventory with a shiver. "If I ever need them, I guess I'll figure it out then."

Scanning the room for more loot, his eyes lit up as he spotted another chest hidden behind a stone pillar. "Jackpot!" he exclaimed, rushing over. But just as he reached for it, something else caught his attention.

A strange cemetery stretched out along the cliffside. The stone slabs were irregular, each one jutting out of the ground at odd angles. It didn't look like any normal graveyard Naruto had ever seen. The whole place felt eerie, like it was a forgotten place. Above the cemetery, stairs led further up, disappearing into the fog.

Weird place, he thought, shaking off the unease.

Returning to the chest, Naruto opened it and found a round, metallic object inside. It looked like a medallion with a smooth, reflective center that resembled polished silver. The edges were framed with an ornate, worn design, and a rusty chain wrapped around it tightly.

Weird, Naruto thought, sensing that same divine power from the Way of White.

[ Item: Lloyd's Talisman ]
[ Description: Talisman utilized by Allfather Lloyd's cleric knights to hunt down the Undead. Blocks Estus recovery within a limited area. In the outside world, the Undead are accursed creatures, and Lloyd's cleric knights are widely praised for their Undead hunts. This blessed talisman blocks Undead recovery, allowing the knights to fight with impunity. ]

Naruto froze, rereading the description several times. His mind pieced it together, his expression darkening. "This… this whole stash is a hunting kit. These aren't treasures—this is a weapon stockpile for hunting Undead… like me."

Anger bubbled in his chest as the realization sank in. "So that's what this is about," he muttered through clenched teeth. "Petrus and his buddies are just waiting to stab me in the back, huh? Get me to join their stupid 'Way of White,' use me to do their dirty work, and then what? Toss me out like garbage when they're done?"

He kicked the chest hard, his boot slamming into the wood with a loud crack. The chest tumbled backward, rolling down a steep incline until it disappeared over the edge of a cliff.

"Yeah, that's what I think of your holy mission, Petrus!" Naruto spat, his anger flaring. "Whatever. I've got to thank Alexander for saving me back there."

He turned to leave, shoving the talismans and orbs further into his inventory. But the weight of his anger didn't lift. In the back of his mind, a question lingered: Just how many more people in this world would see me as a tool—or worse, as prey?

Naruto ran down the side of the cliff, the wind rushing past him as he headed toward the creepy cemetery. The graves were everywhere, jagged stones sticking out at odd angles like broken teeth. As he slowed down, his eyes caught sight of a weird shield lying next to a couple of bones. It looked old, like something you'd see in a history book, but still sturdy enough to be useful. He reached down to pick it up when suddenly—

Clack. Clack.

A force hit him, and he heard a sound that sent a chill down his spine—bones rattling against each other. The shield moved up on its own, and Naruto found himself staring into the hollow sockets of a skeleton. Its eye sockets were empty, its jaw slightly ajar as if it were permanently grinning at him. Its bones were worn and yellowed with age, yet there it was, standing right in front of him.

"You have beautiful bones, dattebayo."

Naruto's voice was shaky, and he realized with horror that those were the only words that had come out of his mouth. Terrified, he stood frozen for a split second. His body was tense, and the only thing his mind could focus on was how afraid he was. Suddenly, Way of Focality kicked in, and he saw another skeleton lunging toward him from the side while the one in front of him raised its rusty scimitar.

Naruto leaped back, barely avoiding the attack, and quickly equipped the talisman. Desperate, he began reciting what Petrus had told him to say.

And… nothing.

"Fuck you, Petrus!" Naruto yelled in frustration as the skeleton's scimitars swung dangerously close. He flickered away just in time, reappearing behind them before summoning a fireball in his hand.

He hurled the fireball at the two skeletons, and the explosion tore them apart, scattering their bones across the ground in a fiery blast. Naruto let out a breath, taking a second to catch his bearings. But then he froze. A faint, chilling sound reached his ears—the rattling of bones. He looked up just in time to see the scattered pieces pulling back together, snapping into place as the skeletons reformed before his eyes. It was like they couldn't be killed.

Doing the only logical thing, Naruto activated his Shunshin no Jutsu, vanishing in a blur of speed. As he reappeared further down the path, his eyes darted around, scanning for any possible escape or advantage. That's when he spotted it—a large, glowing orb of souls floating just ahead. "Jackpot!" he muttered, his body flickering again as he Shunshined toward it. His hand reached out, just about to absorb the orb when, with a sudden burst of movement, a skeleton erupted from the nearby grave, the soul orb clearly bait for the unwary.

Naruto grabbed the skeleton by its bony shoulders and shoved it back into the grave. "Stay dead!" he shouted, his heart racing as he used Shunshin to create some distance between himself and the growing crowd of skeletons.

He didn't get far before two more skeletons started forming behind him.

More graves lined the path, and up ahead, there was a weird stairway leading down.

Nope. Bad idea, Naruto thought. The cemetery was clearly a deathtrap. He needed to get out, but with skeletons closing in from all directions, his options were running out fast.

His heart almost stopped when he saw it.

There, standing in front of him, was a skeleton so massive it made the others look like toys. Its femur alone was bigger than Naruto, and it held an enormous blade in its bony hands, towering over the rest of the graveyard. Every step it took sent tremors through the ground, and the sound of its bones creaking was like distant thunder.

But something else caught Naruto's attention—a glowing light behind the giant skeleton. A weapon, sticking out of a corpse.

Naruto had never seen anything like it before. The blade was enormous, long and broad, with a sharp edge that gleamed in the dim light. It was driven into the corpse's chest, the handle sticking out at an angle, almost daring him to take it.

He rushed forward, fingers closing around the handle, but the moment he grabbed it, it felt like he was trying to lift a mountain.

Why the hell is this so heavy?

Before Naruto could even lift it properly, a shadow fell over him, and he looked up just in time to see the giant skeleton bringing its massive blade down like a guillotine.

Oh, no—

Naruto barely managed to perform the substitution jutsu, the massive blade crashing into the ground where he had stood just seconds before. The shockwave rattled through the earth, sending shudders through Naruto's body. His mind raced, trying to figure out his next move, but the answer came in the form of more skeletons rising from the graves, surrounding him.

Equipping the Morning Star, Naruto braced himself, gripping the heavy weapon with both hands.

"Shadow Clone Jutsu!" Naruto yelled, summoning a squadron of clones that immediately rushed into the chaos, ready to take on the tide of monsters pouring from the dark earth.

A skeleton charged toward him, its blade glinting as it swung down.

Naruto shifted, his stance tightening, and launched a powerful diagonal strike from his top right to his lower left. The Morning Star crashed through the skeleton, shattering its brittle bones into splinters with a single swing. The sheer force of the attack caused Naruto to stumble forward a few steps, but he quickly regained his footing, already pivoting toward the next enemy.

"Clones! Cover the sides!" Naruto barked as more skeletons crawled out of the ground, some wielding rusty weapons, others baring claws and teeth. His clones mirrored his movements, Morning Stars swinging in tandem. Each crushing blow sent bones scattering, but the skeletons just kept coming.

Naruto noticed a massive skeleton, towering above the others, its empty eye sockets glowing with a faint red light. "Giant skeleton! On me!" he shouted, weaving chakra through his legs and vanishing in a blur of speed. Using Shunshin no Jutsu, he appeared at the creature's flank, his clones flanking the other side.

"Now!"

Naruto lunged forward, chakra surging through his body as he swung the Morning Star in a slow, powerful arc. The spiked head collided with the giant skeleton's ribcage, the impact reverberating through his arms. Cracks formed along the monster's bones, but it wasn't enough to bring it down. The creature roared, its massive blade sweeping toward him.

Due to Way of Focality, Naruto sidestepped at the last second. The blade missed him by inches, gouging into the ground. Naruto slammed an explosive seal onto the skeleton's spine, flipping back as the seal detonated with a deafening boom. Bone shards flew in every direction, and the giant skeleton crumbled into a heap.

His clones worked furiously alongside him, smashing through the smaller skeletons. One clone grabbed a skeleton by the skull and hurled it into a group of others before spinning around to deliver a crushing blow with its Morning Star. Another clone leaped high, aiming for a skeleton archer perched on a ledge. It used the Morning Star's heavy head like a hammer, obliterating the archer in a single strike.

"Too slow!" Naruto growled as he ducked beneath a rusted sword, his Morning Star coming up in a brutal counterattack that shattered the attacking skeleton's jaw before reducing it to dust. The weight of the weapon drained his stamina with every swing, but the destruction it unleashed was worth it.

Poof!

Memories from the clones flooded Naruto's mind. A skeleton raised its shield to block a blow from the Morning Star, while another sliced a scimitar cleanly across a clone's neck.

More and more clones popped, each dispelling with the same story—these skeletons couldn't be stopped. He'd smash one into a pile of bones, only to watch it reform moments later, its grinning skull mocking him.

Naruto's heart pounded as he realized the truth. This graveyard wasn't just a battlefield; it was a trap. The tempting souls, the alluring weapons lying around—those were the bait. The skeletons rising from their graves? They were the spring-loaded jaws, snapping shut.

He gritted his teeth. "This is a losing fight," he muttered under his breath. He wasn't a coward, but even he knew when it was time to retreat.

"Smoke bomb!" Naruto shouted, his voice cutting through the clattering of bones. Every remaining clone hurled their smoke bombs at the ground, the explosions releasing a dense cloud of black and gray. For good measure, the clones dispelled themselves, adding bursts of chakra smoke to the chaos, thickening the shroud around the graveyard.

Naruto didn't waste a second. As the clones vanished, he summoned a dozen more. "Make some noise!" he commanded. They didn't hesitate, yelling, clashing weapons, and charging in all directions to confuse the enemy.

Meanwhile, Naruto turned and bolted, his legs pumping hard as he sprinted up the hill, away from the endless tide of skeletons. He could still hear the rattling of bones and the eerie grinding noise of skulls snapping into place behind him, but the smokescreen and the noise of his clones bought him enough time to escape.

He didn't dare look back. For now, survival was the only victory.

Naruto bolted up the stairs, every step echoing in the empty, ruined hall around him. Water pooled at the bottom of the massive space, broken pillars scattered all over. He could hear the flapping of wings—the damn crow that brought him here—and instinctively, he used Shunshin to hide in the corner, glancing up just in time to see the bird staring down at him. It let out a caw before taking off into the sky.

"Shut up, you damn crow."

As he scanned the hall, his eyes landed on a weird statue of a woman sitting on a throne of branches, holding a baby. He stared at it for a moment, something about it unsettling, but he shook the feeling off. Then, it hit him where he was.

Naruto rushed out of the hall, the warmth of the bonfire pulling him in as he practically collapsed onto the ground near it.

"I lived!" he yelled, the relief washing over him in waves.

Alexander's voice came from his usual spot. "Looks like you went through a lot."

Naruto just closed his eyes, too tired to deal with him. The urge to strangle the crestfallen warrior was strong, but he was too drained to even move. "Thanks, you damn bastard. You almost got me killed by those damn skeletons."

"You went down," Alexander said, his voice laced with judgment.

Naruto shot him the middle finger. "Yes, I almost died, but hey, I did get a lot of cool stuff," he said, trying to find some kind of silver lining.

He pulled the giant sword out of his inventory. It felt heavy in his hands, even with chakra enhancement.

"Zweihander. This is an amazing greatsword," Alexander said, looking at it with something close to awe.

"Yeah, thanks, but it's useless. I can barely lift it."

"Then just increase your strength," Alexander replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"What?"

"You already have the Pygmy's system. Just use it."

Naruto blinked, not fully understanding. "Wait, you mean everyone doesn't have this?" he pointed at the system screen, confused.

Alexander shook his head. "No. That system was created during the Age of Ancients by the Pygmy. Legend has it that it was a way to incorporate otherworldly invaders into this world. But because of the numerous benefits, the gods feared it. Only parts of it remain, and humanity can still use a fraction of its potential."

"So you can use the system?"

"Parts of it. Mostly the ability to absorb souls and a smaller version of the inventory. But you get the full product," he said, sounding almost jealous but hiding it.

Naruto puffed out his chest, feeling a little proud. This system was way cooler than he thought. He glanced at the screen again.

"Okay, but how do I increase my strength?" Naruto asked, fiddling with the interface.

"Figure it out yourself," Alexander grumbled, clearly done with his questions.

Naruto sighed, scrolling through the system until he found it—his stats displayed with arrows on either side of the numbers. He stared at it for a moment, unsure of what to do. This was his chance to get stronger, but he didn't want to mess it up.

"What should I upgrade?" Naruto asked, glancing at Alexander again, hoping for some advice.

"Think of what you want to do in combat."

Naruto thought about it for a second. "Pick up the Zweihander?"

Yeah, that was it. If he could wield this beast of a weapon, that would be a good start. But how many points did he need to bump up? He scrolled through every single stat, trying to figure it out.

His eyes landed on the Faith stat.

"Hey, thanks for saving me from the scammer," he said, glancing at Alexander.

"You believe me?" Alexander asked, sounding almost surprised.

"Yeah, I found some treasure chests down there, and I learned that the Way of White hunts Undead. They probably would've used me, then killed me, if it wasn't for you."

Naruto listed all the items that he had found.

Alexander snorted, his voice dripping with disdain. "As expected of scum."

Naruto nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and their so-called miracles? They don't even work."

"Try increasing your faith."

Naruto raised an eyebrow, giving him a look. "Wait… wasn't this a scam?"

"Yes, the people of the Way of White are scum, but the miracles are legit. You just need faith." Alexander's voice was reluctant, like even he didn't like admitting it.

Naruto nodded, feeling a bit more convinced now. Strength and faith—he needed to increase both. But still, how much?

Naruto looked at the Zweihander, pulling up multiple tabs from the system.

[ Item Name: Zweihander ]
[ Weapon Type: Ultra Greatsword ]
[ Attack Type: Regular ]
[ Description: One of the gigantic straight greatswords. As the name suggests, the Zweihander is held with two hands, but its wielder must still be inhumanly strong. It is this great weight that sends foes flying when hit solidly.

[ Strength Requirement: 24 ]

[ Dexterity Requirement: 10 ]

[ Physical Attack: 130 ]

Maybe there was more to this.

He flipped through the tabs and, yep, there it was.

[ Miracle Name: Force ]
[ Slots: 1 ]
[ Uses: 21 ]
[ Magic Type: Miracle ]
[ Description: This common miracle amongst cleric knights creates a shockwave. It inflicts no damage but propels foes back and defends against arrows. Cleric knights use this miracle when charging into enemy mobs.
]

[ Required Parameters: Faith - 12 ]

Naruto frowned when he saw that the Force miracle wouldn't hurt enemies. Lame. At least now he had some actual numbers to work with.

He switched back to the stat screen but quickly realized something frustrating: he didn't have enough souls to meet all the requirements in one go.

Naruto groaned, feeling the weight of it all.

"What's wrong?" Alexander asked.

"I don't have enough souls to wield the Zweihander and use Force. Even if I ignore the miracle, I still can't use the sword," Naruto muttered, frustration building.

"Why not use two hands?"

"That'll help?"

"I've come to notice that the strength increase from souls only applies to one hand. So you can double your strength by two-handing," Alexander explained.

Naruto started increasing his stats, carefully placing the points where he needed them. First, strength.

[ Strength: 12 → 16 ]

He felt a surge of power, like a deep warmth flowing through his muscles, making them stronger.

Next was dexterity.

[ Dexterity: 9 → 10 ]

Naruto frowned, flexing his fingers and rolling his shoulders, waiting for some kind of noticeable difference. Compared to the surge of power he felt with strength, this one was... underwhelming.

Then, he increased faith.

[ Faith: 8 → 12 ]

It was… strange. Not physical, but something inside him—like his belief in himself was becoming more solid, more real.

[ Name: Naruto Uzumaki ]

[ Covenant: Way of White ]

[ Level: 1 → 10 ]

[ Souls: 333 ]

[ Attributes: ]

[ Strength: 12 → 16 ]

[ Dexterity: 9 → 10 ]

[ Faith: 8 → 12 ]

[ Souls Spent: 6667 ]

Naruto hefted the Zweihander again, feeling the weight settle naturally in his grip. For the first time, it didn't feel like he was swinging a boulder tied to a stick. No chakra enhancement, no fancy tricks—just raw, physical strength.

He swung the massive blade again, watching it cut effortlessly through the air, its sheer power making his arms buzz with excitement.

Was this what real strength felt like? He tightened his grip, thinking back to all the grinding he'd done in Lordran, every hollow he'd defeated, every soul he'd collected. Then another thought hit him: Was the system why I felt smarter now?

When he chose the pyromancy class, his intelligence stat had increased. Was that why I feel more in control, more aware of my surroundings and myself? It was a strange thought—almost sad, really.

"So I was dumber before..." Naruto scratched the back of his head, frowning. "Eh, who cares. I'm smart now."

Feeling pumped, he equipped the talisman that Petrus had given him and pointed it forward. "Alright, time to test out this Force miracle!" He concentrated, willing the divine power to activate... and nothing happened. Not even a flicker of energy.

"Gah! What the hell is this?" Naruto yelled, throwing the talisman onto the ground in frustration. His grip tightened on the Zweihander again. "Alright, that's it. I'm gonna mess up that damn scammer! I want my souls back!"

"No," came Alexander's firm voice, cutting through the air like a blade. His tone brooked no argument.

"But—"

"Did you attune the miracle?"

Naruto froze mid-sentence, his annoyance immediately replaced with confusion. "Attune? Uh… oh. Oh, yeah, I think I remember something about that from the miracle description." He scratched his head. "Wait, how do I do that?"

"Simple. You sit down, take out the scroll that Petrus gave you, and read it."

"That's it? You just read it?"

"Yes," Alexander replied dryly. "If you meet the requirements for the miracle, it will attune to you. If you don't meet them, nothing happens. Easy enough for even you to understand."

Naruto pulled out the Force miracle scroll, staring at it skeptically. "What's attunement, anyway?"

Alexander sighed, clearly trying to maintain his patience. "Attunement is the process of linking a spell to one of your core attributes—like your strength, intelligence, or faith. A spell draws power from the corresponding attribute, and the stronger that attribute is, the more effective the spell will be."

Naruto frowned thoughtfully, muttering to himself, Okay, so that's what my spell slots are for…

As he unraveled the scroll, something caught Naruto's eye. "Hey, I already have Fireball attuned! What attribute does that use?"

"Do I look like a pyromancer to you?"

"You could've just said no," Naruto muttered.

"No."

Naruto shot him a deadpan glare, resisting the urge to throttle the smug warrior. Instead, he focused on the scroll, sitting cross-legged as he began to read its words aloud.

"O light of Allfather Lloyd, lend me your strength. Let the divine power flow through me and form a shield of faith. By the grace of the gods, let my foes be cast away, and their arrows be turned aside. In the name of the Way of White, may this sacred force protect and propel me forward, unwavering in my charge."

As the words left his lips, Naruto felt something inside him shift. A warmth blossomed in his chest, spreading through his body like sunlight piercing through a storm. Suddenly, an image flickered in his mind—a vision of an old, bearded man clad in shining armor. The man raised his hands, unleashing a massive shockwave that tore through a gargantuan, gnarled tree, reducing it to splinters in an instant. The sheer power of the vision left Naruto breathless.

When the vision faded, Naruto blinked, his hands trembling slightly. He knew how to do it now—how to perform the Force miracle. The knowledge wasn't just in his head; it was in his body, his very being. He stood, gripping the talisman tightly in his hand.

"Alexander," he said, his voice steady, "you wanna see me blast something with this Force miracle?"

"You might want to turn yourself human first."

Naruto raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Because you look ugly."

"Seriously?"

"Yes. Seriously," Alexander replied without missing a beat.

Naruto sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fine. How do I turn human?"

"Use that humanity," Alexander said, pointing toward the corpse slumped over the well.

Naruto walked over, recognizing the strange, dark mass. He had absorbed the same thing before—humanity, right? He crouched down and absorbed it, just like he did with souls. The feeling was different this time. Not as cold, not as detached. More like he was filling up with something warm, something alive.

Okay, so some of these soul orbs and humanity bits don't fully get absorbed into me, Naruto thought, quickly glancing at his inventory.

[ Inventory ]

[ Humanities × 3 ]

[ Small Soul of Undead Soldier ]

Good for me. He walked back to Alexander, curious now about what this stuff could really do.

"Humanity's a valuable resource," Alexander said. "In combat, you can heal yourself with it."

"Wait, like those Estus flasks?"

"Yes," Alexander replied simply.

Naruto looked down at his own Estus flasks, remembering how he'd seen his master doing some weird ritual with them. "Can you, like, show me how to refill them?"

"Just place them near a bonfire. They'll refill on their own."

"But my master was doing this whole ritual thing. What's that about?" Naruto asked, hoping for something deeper.

Again, a shrug. "Who knows."

Naruto sighed, deciding not to push it. He placed his five Estus flasks in front of the bonfire. The flames flickered, almost like they were drawn to the flasks. He could already see them starting to refill.

"You can also reverse your hollowing and become human again by offering a humanity to the flames," Alexander said.

That caught Naruto's attention.

After Alexander explained the process, Naruto took a deep breath and knelt in front of the fire. Holding up the humanity in his hand, it looked like a small, black flame, almost eerie in how it flickered. Slowly, it started to transform into tiny orbs of white light, drifting toward him. They began to hit his hollowed skin, and with each touch, he felt something change. He could feel it—the sensation of flesh and blood. His heart started beating again, strong and steady in his chest.

It was surreal. Naruto hadn't realized how much he missed that feeling until it came back. The warmth, the life—it surged through him like a flood, filling every part of him. He glanced down at his arms, noticing the increase in muscle. Hell yeah, that's awesome.

Naruto sat down, staring into the flames, watching them turn liquid as they filled the flasks. It was almost mesmerizing. The warmth, the quiet crackling of the fire—it felt peaceful.

Suddenly, Alexander placed five more flasks next to his.

"These are yours," Alexander said, already moving back to his spot.

"What?" Naruto blinked, caught off guard. "Why are you giving these to me?"

"I don't plan on going anywhere. They're useless to me. You can have them," Alexander said, settling back down like nothing had happened.

Naruto raised an eyebrow, feeling both grateful and confused. "You know, you're a very strange bastard."

Alexander just hummed in response.

"One second, you're the biggest self-absorbed loser ever, and the next, you're the kindest asshole ever. Why?"

Alexander stayed silent, his expression unreadable as usual. He didn't owe Naruto an answer, but Naruto wanted one.

"Why protect my giant soul drop?"

Alexander's face shifted ever so slightly, surprised that Naruto figured it out.

"There were battle marks where my soul drop was. I pieced it together," Naruto said, leaning back against the wall. "So, why did you do it?"

Alexander didn't bother answering. Silence stretched between them, thick and heavy, only broken by the crackling of the bonfire. Naruto watched the last of his Estus flasks fill up, the bright orange liquid reflecting the flames.

Finally, Naruto packed them into his inventory, his mind still buzzing with questions. Then, he pulled something out and placed it in front of the Crestfallen Warrior.

"What's that?" Alexander asked, eyeing the small cup.

"These are the food of the gods—cup ramen," Naruto said, puffing out his chest with pride. "Think of it as my thank you for everything."

Alexander nodded, accepting the gesture without a word.

"Well, I'm sure the jonin back in my world should've arrived by now. Bye," Naruto said with a grin before jumping off the cliff.

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Alexander stared at the cup ramen for so long that the sky had shifted from its usual pale blue to the deep black of night. Nightfall—something that only happened on rare, special days in this cursed land. Feeling the cold wind biting against his skin, he closed his eyes and pulled out the talisman he still held onto. He'd meant to give it to Naruto, but the boy had found his own in those hidden chests. Probably Petrus's stash. The thought brought a bitter smile to Alexander's face, imagining the look on that snake's face when he realized all his precious treasures were gone.

He placed the talisman on the cup of ramen, snorting at the absurdity of it all. The food of the gods, Naruto had called it. He opened the cup; the steam was long gone, and it was cold now. Still, when Alexander took a bite, the taste surprised him. Spicy, tangy, just the right amount of salt. The noodles slid down effortlessly, like something crafted with care—unlike anything he'd tasted in this bleak world.

You would've loved this.

Alexander looked up at the stars, feeling the weight of her absence more than ever. She would've loved this. She was always like that. Brave, kind, outgoing. Always trying new things, pushing boundaries in ways he never could. And now, here he was, eating something he never would've thought to try if it weren't for Naruto.

His lips trembled as he felt the familiar ache rise in his chest. It was time. He'd held it in for so long, but the words were finally here, pressing against his soul. Her name… or at least, what she called herself. She didn't have a name, not really. They were too busy surviving, too busy fighting to care about names. But she always insisted on calling herself Alex, a name she made by taking the first four letters of his.

That's why he abandoned his own name after she died. He didn't deserve to carry it. He wanted to bury it with her, to pretend that the man he used to be had died beside her that day. It was easier to be the coward, the crestfallen warrior, to let his old self fade into the abyss where it belonged.

The tears came before he could stop them, spilling down into the cold cup of noodles. "Alex... I'm sorry."

Gods, there was so much he wanted to apologize for. So many things left unsaid, so many promises he'd broken. But most of all, he wanted to say—

"I miss you."

The words hung in the air like a confession. The one thing he'd never let himself admit until now. And for a brief, fragile moment, he felt something close to peace.

But it didn't last.

Suddenly, Alexander was thrown to the ground, the ramen cup spilling over as he scrambled to his feet, sword in hand. He looked up to see the bastard who had attacked him—Petrus.

"Where are my treasures, Crestfallen Warrior?" Petrus's voice dripped with venom, like he was trying to summon some authority he didn't deserve.

Alexander tightened his grip on his sword, its weight pressing into his palms like an old companion. He braced himself, his voice cold and flat. "Thrown off the cliff."

A voice slithered out from the shadows, smooth and mocking. "Thrown off the cliff, eh? Oh, dear, what a tragic story."

From the gloom, a wiry, bald man with a sharp, angular face stepped into view. His smug expression cut like a knife, and the long spear in his hand gleamed faintly in the dim light. Patches. Always the opportunist.

"You don't sound like a crestfallen warrior, though," Patches said, his grin widening. "No, no, you sound like someone with a bit of fight left. Bit of a surprise, if I'm being honest." He tilted his head, feigning curiosity. "Tell me, my friend, did the boy scream on his way down? Or was it just one of those long, quiet falls?" He chuckled. "Heh, heh, heh… Not that it matters, really."

Alexander's expression didn't change.

Patches tapped the shaft of his spear against the ground. "So? Did he, hmm, perhaps… drop anything valuable before you gave him the ol' toss? No? Shame, that. Always such a waste."

"Don't bother," Alexander interrupted, his voice hard as steel. "The boy's long gone. Back to his world."

The words hung in the air like a blade, and both Patches and Petrus froze, the weight of the statement sinking in. Their expressions darkened, realization dawning as they noticed the faint green glow of a soul drop near the cliff's edge. The hue was unmistakable—proof that Alexander wasn't bluffing.

"That's… impossible," Petrus stammered, his grip tightening on his mace.

Alexander's lips curled into a humorless smirk. "The funny thing about that boy? He used the Pygmy's Window to take a peek at your little stash, Petrus. Cracked Red Eye Orbs, Lloyd's Talismans…" His gaze flicked to the cleric. "Need I go on?"

Petrus's face twisted in fury, and Patches's grin faltered slightly as he turned to his supposed ally. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice lilting. "Greedy, aren't we, my holy friend?"

Before Petrus could respond, Alexander lunged, his blade flashing toward Patches's throat.

With astonishing agility, Patches flipped backward, the attack missing by inches. His acrobatics carried him to a high perch on a stone arch, where he balanced effortlessly, his spear at the ready.

"You know, we could've been great friends, you and I," Patches said, his grin sharpening into something cruel. "But now? You've made things personal, haven't you?"

Alexander raised his shield, his stance unyielding. "Remember his name," he said, his voice low and resolute. "It's the name of the Chosen Undead."

Patches chuckled darkly, his grin spreading wide as he leapt high into the air. His spear spun like a javelin in his hands, glinting with cruel intent, before he hurled it down with all his might.

Alexander raised his shield, bracing for the impact. The spear struck with a deafening clang, the force reverberating down his arm like a shockwave. Gritting his teeth, Alexander held firm, refusing to give ground.

Before he could recover, Petrus surged forward, his mace arcing toward Alexander's exposed side. The warrior reacted instinctively, pivoting to block the strike in one fluid motion. Steel met steel with a resounding crash.

The air grew thick with tension, the flickering bonfire casting jagged shadows across the stone walls. Alexander could feel the malice radiating from his enemies, their hunger for dominance, for control.

But something was different this time.

This wasn't the Alexander they'd expected. Not the broken, hollowed man who once wallowed in despair.

No, not this time.

He stepped forward, his sword raised, the blade glinting in the firelight. His stance was firm, unyielding, every muscle coiled with purpose.

This wasn't the Crestfallen Warrior standing before them anymore.

This was Alexander, the warrior of the Fivefinger Delta.

And he wasn't backing down.

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Author's Note:

Hey there, folks! First off, thank you for sticking around and reading this chapter—this was a big one! I'd love to hear what you thought about it. How's the balance between action, horror, and world-building feeling so far? Is the pacing keeping you hooked? Any feedback is golden to me, so don't hold back.

So, let's break things down a bit and dive into some behind-the-scenes of this chapter:

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Naruto Experiencing the Dark Souls Horror

Naruto's first real encounter with the skeletons was a deliberate dive into classic Dark Souls horror.

The cemetery is a classic early-game Dark Souls trap, and I wanted Naruto to feel that same pressure players do when they think, I've got this! only to realize Oh no, I don't got this at all. His panic, frustration, and eventual retreat were crucial to showing that no matter how powerful Naruto is in his home world, this world plays by different rules. And yes, don't worry—Naruto will absolutely adapt and overcome just like a dark souls player.

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The Zweihander and Naruto's Weapon Arsenal

Let's talk about Naruto maining the Zweihander. First off—yes! That big-ass sword is his go-to weapon now, and it fits him perfectly. Why? Because it's Naruto, and the Zweihander has that perfect "underdog turned wrecking ball" energy. It's heavy, it's unwieldy, but it's also ridiculously powerful when you figure out how to use it. That matches Naruto's personality—a scrappy, tenacious fighter who turns his weaknesses into strengths.

That said, Naruto won't just stick to one weapon. The beauty of Dark Souls is its variety, and I want Naruto to explore that. You'll see him experimenting with hammers, shields, spears, and yes, even some lighter blades. He's not a one-trick pony, and different challenges will require different tools. I'm excited to show how his fighting style evolves to blend his ninja roots with the brutal, gritty combat of Lordran.

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Alexander's Character Expansion

Okay, let's talk about Alexander—the Crestfallen Warrior. In the original game, he's this broken, hollowed-out guy who's just… there, sitting by the Firelink Shrine, waiting for everything to fall apart. And while that works great in the game's bleak atmosphere, I thought, What if there's more to him? What if he wasn't always crestfallen?

That's where the backstory with his wife, Alex, comes in. The name reveal was a big part of showing how deeply her loss affected him. He didn't just lose her; he lost himself. By giving her the name "Alex," I wanted to show that she was his anchor, his purpose. And when she died, he abandoned his name because he felt he didn't deserve to carry it anymore. It's tragic, but it also gives him depth beyond being "the sad guy sitting by the fire."

I also wanted Alexander to have a spark of redemption—hence his strange dynamic with Naruto. He's jaded, yes, but he sees something in Naruto that he doesn't see in himself anymore: hope, determination, a refusal to give up. And whether he admits it or not, Naruto's starting to pull him out of that hollowed mindset. Their relationship is one of my favorite parts to write, and I hope you're enjoying it too!

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Christian Iconography

Now, about the religious undertones—especially with the Way of White. This wasn't me just slapping a random biblical aesthetic onto things for no reason. The Dark Souls universe already draws heavily from Christian iconography, with its themes of faith, sacrifice, and a literal "Age of Fire." The Way of White, in particular, is practically begging to be compared to corrupt medieval religious institutions.

Naruto experiencing all this is meant to reflect his outsider perspective. He grew up with his own values and beliefs rooted in the ninja world, where strength, loyalty, and bonds matter most. Now, he's being thrown into a world where faith, fire, and souls are the ultimate currency. It's a clash of ideologies, and I want to explore how Naruto navigates this strange new framework. Does he embrace it? Reject it? Find his own path? That's part of the fun.

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Hidden Lore Bits

Oh, and yes, I did scatter some hidden lore bits throughout this chapter. Let's see if you eagle-eyed readers can find them! Some of them are subtle nods to Dark Souls lore, while others hint at bigger things to come. For example:

Why did Naruto sense divine power in those items from Petrus's stash?

What's the significance of that massive statue with the woman and child?

And what's is the fivefinger delta?

Let me know in the comments if you caught any of these hints—or if you have your own theories!

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Questions for You!

Finally, I'd love to know your thoughts on a few things:

How are you liking Naruto's adaptation to this world? Too slow? Too fast? Just right?

What do you think of Alexander's expanded character? Is his backstory resonating with you?

Any favorite moments from the chapter? I had a blast writing the skeleton fight, but I'm curious to hear what stood out to you.

As always, thanks for reading, and I can't wait to hear what you think! Let's keep building this crazy Naruto-meets-Dark-Souls journey together.

Stay hollow but hopeful,
– Your Favorite Author, Probably!

 

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Spoiler: Author Note: Update

Author Note:

Hey guys! I just wanted to share the results from yesterday's poll.

Option 1—short but quick chapters—was the clear winner!

First off, a big thank you for all the amazing comments and feedback. You've given me so much to think about, and now I've got a solid plan for moving forward.

Here's how it's going to work: at the end of every chapter, I'll include an author note letting you know when the next chapter will be uploaded. That way, if I decide to write a larger chapter—like The Traitor of Gods chapter (no spoilers, but trust me, this one's going to be massive and super important)—you'll have a heads-up and know what to expect.

I hope you all enjoy this new setup. Thanks again for your support, and as always, enjoy the chapter!

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Chapter no.7 The Genius Hidden Beneath

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The Copy Ninja

The man with a thousand jutsu. The prodigal son of the White Fang. Genin at age five, chunin at six, jonin at twelve, and ANBU captain at thirteen. The one who cut through lightning itself. The last living student of the Fourth Hokage.

That's the person they saw.

When people looked at him, they saw fame and power. They saw something larger than life—mythical, even. A legend. But when Kakashi looked at his reflection, all he saw was a man defined by his failures. And no matter how hard he tried to look away, that reflection never changed.

"Cursed Kakashi." He sometimes called himself that, half-joking. A joke that stung every time it whispered through his mind. Everyone he cared about seemed to die. His father, Rin, Obito, Minato-sensei… a parade of ghosts haunting him at every step, lingering in the corners of his vision, never far away. That's why, for years, he convinced himself that keeping his distance was the safest option—for him, and for everyone around him.

But distance came with a price.

It left him empty. Detached. Untethered from anything real.

Then there was Guy. His loud, obnoxious, overenthusiastic "eternal rival." The man who could somehow see straight through Kakashi's carefully crafted walls. Despite all his absurdity, Guy persisted, refusing to let Kakashi shut himself off completely. And, strangely enough, it was Guy's insistence that pushed Kakashi to even consider becoming a jonin instructor.

It wasn't like Kakashi thought he'd be any good at it. If anything, he expected to fail spectacularly—just like he had at everything else that mattered. But in a rare moment of weak optimism, Guy's ridiculous persistence wore him down, and Kakashi agreed to give it a shot.

Since then, he'd never passed a single genin team. Not one.

Every year, he waited. He observed, evaluated. But none of the groups ever had it—that intangible something he couldn't quite describe but always recognized when it was missing. Maybe it was conviction. Or an unspoken willingness to carry the kind of weight most people couldn't handle. Whatever it was, they never had it.

But this year was different.

This year, his focus was on Team 7. He'd spent time poring over their academy reports, dissecting each name.

Sakura Haruno. A civilian prodigy. Rare enough in its own right, but Kakashi wasn't expecting much from her. Still, if she worked hard enough, maybe she'd surprise him.

Sasuke Uchiha. A traumatized child—just what Kakashi needed. The boy carried a burden heavier than most, and Kakashi knew he'd be expected to help shoulder some of it. Whether he wanted to or not. Sasuke reminded him too much of himself. Maybe taking Sasuke on would be his way of honoring Obito, fulfilling a promise he'd made far too late.

And then there was Naruto Uzumaki.

Minato-sensei's son. A topic Kakashi had spent years avoiding, mostly because it terrified him. Not because of the Kyuubi. No, that wasn't it. What truly scared Kakashi was the thought of getting him killed. Minato and Kushina had entrusted Naruto to the village—to him. Failing that trust would break something inside him that couldn't be fixed.

So he'd stayed away. Kept his distance. Watched from the shadows. And yet, even as he distanced himself, Kakashi never truly let Naruto out of his sight.

When Naruto's status as the Kyuubi's host was revealed in those early days, Kakashi was there, unseen, making sure no harm came to him. If anyone tried anything, he handled it before it got out of hand. As Naruto grew, Kakashi kept track of him through rumors, watching from afar, convincing himself that staying hidden was enough.

It wasn't healthy. But then again, what in Kakashi's life ever was?

If he was honest with himself, Kakashi wasn't particularly excited about this team.

It felt too familiar—too much like history trying to repeat itself. Team 7. The same name as his old squad. And coincidentally, a trio that mirrored his past too closely for comfort.

Kakashi snorted. He wasn't exactly a religious man, but at this point, it felt like divine intervention trying to warn him. A sign from the gods that he was about to screw this team over, just like he had before.

Still… he was willing to give it a chance. If they could prove themselves, maybe this wouldn't end in disaster.

Kakashi turned the page of his novel, his focus drifting as he tried to distract himself from the nagging doubts. The new Icha Icha novel was a masterpiece, as expected. At least Jiraiya-sensei hadn't lost his touch.

"Enjoying the new Icha Icha, I see."

Kakashi blinked, snapped out of his thoughts by the voice of the Third Hokage. He glanced up to see the older man standing before him, looking as tired as ever.

"10/10. Would recommend," Kakashi replied, holding up the book without looking away from the page.

Hiruzen sighed, his expression softening despite the exhaustion in his eyes. It was the look of a man who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. And Kakashi, for a brief moment, wondered how long it would be before the same look found its way into his own reflection.

"Do you think this will be the year you finally pass a team?"

Kakashi turned the page of his book, keeping his single visible eye fixed on the words. "Time will tell," he replied with practiced indifference, though his mind wasn't nearly as relaxed as his tone suggested.

Hiruzen studied him for a moment. "Hmm. I sometimes wonder if you even want a team."

"Wanting and needing are different things, Lord Third. You know that better than anyone."

Hiruzen didn't respond immediately, and Kakashi turned back to his book. He giggled—an overly dramatic sound—just loud enough to draw a disapproving look from the Hokage's secretary. The glare of pure disdain on her face was almost amusing.

Kakashi could practically hear her thoughts: Reading that trash in front of the Hokage? Really?

Not that I blame her, Kakashi thought. No respectable woman would approve of a guy openly reading Jiraiya-sensei's… cultural masterpieces. Well, maybe Anko, but she was an outlier in every possible way.

Most people assumed reading these books in public was some kind of eccentric act, a carefully crafted persona to make him seem carefree or quirky. It wasn't. Kakashi genuinely enjoyed the books. They were a distraction, a way to fill the void. A better addiction than alcohol, at least. Most shinobi turned to the bottle to numb themselves from the horrors of the world. Kakashi chose words on a page. Everyone had their coping mechanisms.

"Kakashi," Hiruzen said, his tone shifting, growing heavier. "Have you ever thought about the balance between what's right… and what's necessary?"

"All the time, Lord Third. But it's a line that gets harder to see the more you walk it."

Hiruzen nodded slowly, his face unreadable for a long moment. "Today, I intend to find that balance."

"Is there something you need from me?"

Hiruzen motioned toward his office. "Come inside. We'll talk there."

The moment they stepped into the office, the atmosphere changed. The air felt heavier, and Kakashi's instincts immediately went on high alert. He glanced at Hiruzen, who didn't speak. Instead, the Hokage snapped his fingers, and four ANBU agents materialized around them, surrounding the room in a square formation.

Ninja Arts: Four Barrier Nightfall!

Kakashi's visible eye widened slightly as a shimmering barrier sprang up around the room. An A-rank technique. Here? In the heart of Konoha? This was reserved for warzones or high-stakes covert missions—not the Hokage's office.

"Hokage-sama," Kakashi said slowly, his voice carefully measured. "Has the village been compromised?"

Hiruzen shook his head and handed the white-haired jonin a scroll.

Kakashi unrolled the scroll, his eye darting across the words. At first, the contents seemed mundane—reports on Naruto's academy instructors, his assignments, his training regimen. But as Kakashi's sharp mind pieced the details together, a darker picture began to form.

The cracks in Naruto's training weren't accidental. They were deliberate. Small enough to be dismissed as oversight, but deadly enough to sabotage him in the field.

Kakashi's grip on the scroll tightened. "This…" he began. "This wasn't incompetence. This was…"

"Sabotage," Hiruzen finished for him.

"Who?"

"Inoichi investigated thoroughly. These are the names of the instructors involved. Their minds were read, and their motives were… petty."

Kakashi scanned the list, his expression darkening.

Honestly, it would've been easier if it had been some shadowy scheme—a mastermind plotting from the shadows, a conspiracy led by a rival village. But no, the culprits were Konoha's own shinobi. They didn't see Naruto; they saw the Kyuubi. Their revenge wasn't against the boy, but the beast sealed within him.

Inoichi's report had been thorough, marking the culprits with transferred rage syndrome—a condition where grief and anger twisted into irrational hatred, latching onto a convenient target. For them, that target was Naruto.

"Konoha Strict Correctional Facility?!"

"Life imprisonment for treason," Hiruzen confirmed.

"They deserved worse," Kakashi muttered, the anger in his voice barely concealed.

"Death would be a mercy, and I'm not in the mood to be merciful."

Kakashi said nothing, but something still didn't add up. This was a serious matter, yes, but not one that warranted the use of an A-rank barrier.

The Third Hokage suddenly seemed to have read Kakashi's mind as he began weaving a series of hand seals with incredible speed, his movements precise and fluid. Kakashi recognized elements of Yamanaka techniques but quickly realized this was something else entirely.

"Ninja Art: Theatre of Memories," Hiruzen said.

There was a reason the Third was said to have mastered every jutsu in Konoha. It wasn't because he knew them all—that was impossible given the sheer number of secret clan techniques. It was because he could break down any jutsu to its fundamentals with a single glance and create his own version.

A blend of Yamanaka mind techniques and his unparalleled understanding of chakra, Theatre of Memories projected the caster's recollections like a film, allowing others to experience them directly.

Thin threads of chakra extended from Hiruzen's fingertips, glowing with a faint blue hue as they drifted toward Kakashi. The strands moved like living tendrils, weaving through the air before gently connecting to Kakashi's temple. His vision blurred, and then, suddenly, he wasn't in the Hokage's office anymore. He was there, inside Hiruzen's memories.

Everything that had happened since last night ran through Kakashi's mind like a vivid nightmare. He'd experienced the memories firsthand through Hiruzen's jutsu, felt the weight of every moment. And honestly, if he hadn't seen it for himself, he doubted he would have believed it.

"This… can't be real!"

"I wish that were the case, Kakashi. But reality," Hiruzen's voice dipped, "is often stranger than fiction."

Kakashi gave a slow nod. The proof was in the pudding.

"I consulted Inoichi about all of this," Hiruzen began. "He offered an interesting diagnosis. Two possibilities."

"I'm listening."

Hiruzen held up a hand. "The first—and least likely—is that these changes in Naruto happened recently. That he only began developing these abilities in the past few months."

"Highly unlikely."

Hiruzen nodded in agreement. "Indeed. Considering what we've seen, Naruto's chakra—the foreign Yin energy present within him—isn't something one acquires overnight. Then there's his fully fitted armor, his advanced fire jutsu…"

"Not to mention the space-time ninjutsu," Kakashi added, his tone sharpening. "And that fire jutsu… that's not something you just stumble into. Learning elemental chakra conversion takes at least six months of focused, intensive training—and that's just the basics. For him to not only develop a handheld fire jutsu but to wield it with that level of precision? Naruto would have to be an exceptional genius even by Konoha standards to pull that off. And somehow, he kept it hidden under the facade of being an airheaded, book-dumb prankster. That doesn't just happen."

"Which leaves us with the second possibility—one far more concerning."

Kakashi waited, his body tense. He already had an idea where this was going, and the thought alone made his stomach turn.

"This may have been happening for years," Hiruzen said gravely. "And someone has been facilitating Naruto's development in secret."

The words hung in the air like a curse. Kakashi's hands balled into fists at his sides.

"If that's the case," Hiruzen continued, his voice dropping lower, "then Uzumaki Naruto has been intentionally downplaying his skills and abilities this entire time. For what purpose, we don't know. But it's possible—no, likely—that he knows far more than he lets on. About his father. About what's sealed inside him. Perhaps even more than we do."

Kakashi felt his jaw clench.

"When children are out of their depth," Hiruzen said softly, leaning forward slightly, "or when they seek answers, they naturally look to the adults around them for guidance. But if Naruto already knows the truth—his heritage, the Kyuubi, why the village has treated him the way it has—and he's chosen to keep quiet about it?" Hiruzen's voice grew colder. "Then we have a problem."

"A big problem," Kakashi muttered.

"From a psychological standpoint, it's…" Hiruzen hesitated, searching for the right word. "Terrifying."

Kakashi gave a single, tense nod.

It meant Naruto was more dangerous than anyone realized. And not because of the Kyuubi, but because of his ability to keep all of that bottled up. If he'd been acting like everything was normal, while secretly carrying all of this knowledge—alone—it marked him as a greater flight risk than Sasuke ever could be.

Kakashi exhaled sharply through his nose, the tension in his body reaching its peak. There was only one question he could think to ask. "Do you think Naruto is against Konoha?"

The question hung in the room like an unspoken threat.

"I don't know," Hiruzen admitted. "I hope that's not the case. But…" He sighed deeply. "We can't rule out the possibility."

Kakashi closed his eye, taking a moment to process. His mind was running through countless scenarios, none of them comforting.

"What are your orders?"

Hiruzen locked eyes with him, his gaze piercing. "This is an S-rank reconnaissance mission," he began. "Your objective is to gather as much information on Naruto as possible—his true abilities, his armor, and any clues about his connection to this 'Oscar.'"

"And Naruto himself?"

"Under no circumstances," Hiruzen said sharply, "must Naruto learn that Konoha is suspicious of him. He must not know we're watching him, or that we're aware of his true skills. Maintain his trust. Observe him closely. But do not compromise yourself—or the mission."

Kakashi frowned, his unease clear. "If he's been hiding this much for this long, he's not going to make it easy."

"I know," Hiruzen said, his voice softening slightly. "But you're the only one I trust with this, Kakashi. If anyone can handle it, it's you."

Kakashi hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"This mission would mean I have to pass Team 7."

Kakashi wasn't sure how he felt about that yet.

Hiruzen nodded, his sharp gaze fixed on the masked jonin. "Being their sensei will make the mission easier."

Kakashi's mind immediately turned to that armor. It wasn't like anything he'd seen before. The metal was bulkier than standard shinobi gear and far heavier than anything samurai wore. Shinobi armor prioritized stealth and flexibility, and samurai plate armor favored brute defense. But Naruto's armor seemed to be in a category of its own: a seamless blend of elegance, durability, and raw functionality.

"They'll notice the armor," Hiruzen explained. "It's too unique not to stand out. Either Sasuke or Sakura could ask about it, and if you're attentive, their curiosity could give you valuable openings to gather information."

Kakashi hesitated. "Do you want me to favor Naruto?"

"No," Hiruzen said firmly. "Treat him as you would any other student. But…" His voice softened slightly, a rare crack in his leadership mask. "Create an environment where he feels safe enough to open up. Make him trust Konoha."

There was more to that sentence—Kakashi could feel it. Hiruzen's lips pressed together, and his eyes flickered briefly, betraying a hidden regret. And me, Kakashi realized. The Third wanted Naruto to trust him too. But Hiruzen didn't say it. Maybe he felt he didn't have the right—not after all the ways he'd failed the boy.

"Yes, Hokage-sama," Kakashi said, his voice steady, though his mind was already racing. He turned to leave, but Hiruzen stopped him.

"Kakashi," the Hokage called out.

Kakashi paused, glancing over his shoulder.

"I'm curious… What do you plan to teach Team 7?"

"I've led teams before, Lord Third. You don't have anything to worry about."

Hiruzen's expression remained neutral, but he motioned for Kakashi to continue.

"Team 7 has the Academy's top two students and a dead-last who graduated by killing a chunin. I'm sure this will be easy. A couple of team-building exercises, some basic—"

"Kakashi," Hiruzen interrupted, frowning. "This isn't an ANBU team. These aren't trained operatives who just need to learn to work together. They're genin. Talented, yes, but still genin. You're not building a strike force. You're shaping them into shinobi."

Kakashi's words died in his throat.

The weight of Hiruzen's statement pressed against him, heavy and suffocating. Kakashi could almost see the future failures of Team 7 playing out in his mind—all because of him, all because he wasn't ready.

His shoulders sagged under the invisible burden, and his hand instinctively reached for his book. He flipped it open, letting the familiar words blur together on the page, trying to ground himself. It didn't work.

The Third Hokage had trusted him with this team. With Minato-sensei's son. With the last Uchiha. With a civilian prodigy who had beaten the odds to stand alongside them. And here he was, half-assing his way through the assignment before it even began.

What was he doing? What the hell was he doing?

The spiral began. Every failure, every mission gone wrong, every person he couldn't save—it all hit him at once, playing on an endless loop in his mind. Obito, Rin, Minato-sensei, even his father… They were all there, whispering, reminding him.

What if I fail them too? What if I let them down like I've let everyone else down?

"Kakashi?"

Hiruzen's voice snapped him out of it, like a hand pulling him from the deep end of a pool.

In the old leader's eyes, Kakashi saw something he wasn't used to seeing in himself: faith. The old man still believed in him, despite everything. Despite all the reasons he shouldn't.

"Your doubts are normal," Hiruzen said. "But they don't define you. Not unless you let them."

Kakashi took a slow, deep breath, steadying himself. The storm in his head wasn't gone, but it had quieted enough for him to think clearly.

"I have the next hour free," Hiruzen said, offering a faint smile. "I can help you plan for Team 7, if you'd like."

Kakashi sighed, feeling a bit like a scolded Academy student.

"I suppose I could use the help."

"I am sure I can be of great help. I have written books on leading shinobi teams, you know."

"Yes," Kakashi replied. "I have one."

"Oh? What did you think of it?"

"I haven't opened it," Kakashi admitted bluntly.

The room fell into awkward silence for a moment before Hiruzen sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm glad you're grateful for my help, Kakashi," he said dryly.

"First time being a sensei. What can I say? I'm learning on the job."

The truth of that statement lingered.

This wasn't the battlefield, where Kakashi knew the enemy, knew the stakes, and didn't have to worry about anyone depending on him. This was different. Here, he wasn't the Copy Ninja, the prodigal son of the White Fang, or the ANBU captain feared across nations. He was a first-time teacher, trying to figure out how to lead a team of kids who had no idea what lay ahead of them.

But he needed to try.

For Naruto. For Sasuke. For Sakura.

And maybe, just maybe, for himself. Because if he could make this work—if he could guide them, protect them, and teach them—then perhaps he wouldn't always be defined by the ghosts of his failures.

Perhaps this was his chance to make something right.

No more hiding in the shadows. No more running away. He owed Naruto that much. He owed Minato and Kushina that much.

He owed Team 7 that much.

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Three hours late. That was a new record, even for Kakashi. The academy was practically a ghost town by the time he finally arrived. The only people left were the janitors and, apparently, Team 7. The bell test wasn't exactly urgent in Kakashi's eyes. They had the rest of their lives to fight and die, after all. So he took his time, taking the scenic route to clear his thoughts.

He knew every other jonin instructor had already conducted their tests, sticking to their schedules. Punctuality, professionalism—those traits were praised highly. But then again, those people weren't visiting the memorial stone every other day.

When he opened the door, the first thing Kakashi noticed was Sakura staring intently at Sasuke, who was flicking the tip of his pencil with sharp precision. In one quick movement, he sniped a fly midair.

Sakura cheered like he'd just achieved something grand, while Sasuke responded with a detached, "Hn." Typical Uchiha. It would've been slightly impressive, too, if not for the other detail that caught Kakashi's eye.

His Sharingan. It was activated.

When did he awaken it? Kakashi's mind raced to connect the dots. Sasuke wasn't this far along when he last checked the report. A knot of unease tightened in his chest.

Something had happened, and he had a feeling it was due to Naruto.

"Team 7," Kakashi called out, interrupting their moment. Both turned toward him, a mix of relief and annoyance visible on their faces, but they didn't speak up. Sasuke's eyes held a guarded suspicion, while Sakura's carried a hesitant confusion. He should've started with something motivational, maybe even encouraging, but…

"At least you guys didn't run away like last year's genin team."

Sakura's jaw dropped.

Sasuke's expression, on the other hand, shifted into something resembling irritation—a clear sign that he was mentally categorizing Kakashi somewhere between an idiot and a clown.

Now that's just mean.

But something was missing.

"Where's Naruto?"

"He went to the bathroom… an hour ago," Sakura answered, uncertainty lacing her voice.

Kakashi sat down and pulled out his book, a familiar ritual in an unfamiliar situation. If Naruto wasn't in trouble, he'd show up. And if he was… well, they'd probably know soon enough.

"Sensei, what are you reading?" Sakura asked, trying to fill the silence, trying to pretend that things were normal. Kakashi gave her his usual eye-smile.

"Something for adults," he replied.

"But we're genin now. Adults in the eyes of the village," Sakura countered, attempting to assert herself.

Kakashi shrugged. If she wanted to be treated like an adult, he'd oblige. He handed her the book.

A second later, she turned bright red and tossed it back at his face, shouting, "Pervert!"

Sasuke coughed awkwardly, and Kakashi didn't miss his subtle glance toward the book. It wasn't hard to figure out that Sasuke had taken a peek, too.

That's when Naruto burst through the door with such force that it nearly came off its hinges.

Sakura paled, clearly thinking—Why couldn't my team be normal? Sasuke, meanwhile, looked genuinely shocked.

And Kakashi couldn't blame him. Naruto's physical presence was different—strong, almost unnaturally so. And there wasn't any chakra at play, at least none Kakashi could sense. How did a genin have that kind of strength?

But it wasn't just that. Naruto's armor… seeing it up close was something else entirely. The craftsmanship, the quality—it wasn't built to fight humans. It was meant for something far worse. But why?

"Arr… I didn't do it," Naruto muttered, looking down at the broken door.

"Where were you, Naruto?" Sakura's voice came out almost gentle, as if she were afraid of setting him off.

Kakashi noted the change in her tone.

"Oh, I got scammed by some asshole into joining his cult," Naruto said flatly.

Kakashi blinked, feeling a strange sense of karmic justice wash over him. So this is what it feels like to be on the receiving end of my own bullshit excuses.

Clearing his throat, Kakashi straightened slightly, catching the trio's attention.

"How shall I put this?" he said, his tone casual, as if he were contemplating the weather.

Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke stared at him expectantly.

"Based on my first impression," Kakashi continued, putting a hand under his chin in mock thought, "… I'd have to say…"

The pause hung in the air like a blade.

"… I hate you."

Naruto didn't miss a beat. "Well, fuck you too then."

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Author Note:

Hey guys! So, first off—what did you think of this chapter? I had a lot of fun diving into Kakashi's perspective and his "lovely" first impression of Team 7. Also, yes—Naruto being able to rip the classroom door off its hinges is because he leveled up his strength stat. Let's just say all that training (and maybe a little "grinding") is starting to show in ways even he doesn't realize yet!

Here's a little heads-up: Kakashi's going to be a much better teacher this time around since Hiruzen gave him a push in the right direction. Expect some major growth for Sakura, Sasuke, and Naruto. They're all going to get stronger, smarter, and deadlier. I'm curious, though—what kind of power-ups do you think Team 7 should get as the story progresses? Let me know in the comments!

Also, how did you like my explanation of why Hiruzen is said to have "mastered all jutsu in Konoha"? I personally love the idea that he doesn't know every jutsu (because, let's be real, that would be impossible), but his ability to break them down, analyze them, and create new versions is just chef's kiss. I think it adds a lot of depth to his "Professor" title.

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Chapter no.8 Bell Test

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The afternoon sun blazed down over Konoha, its golden rays scattering across the village rooftops. Naruto Uzumaki perched on one such rooftop, fiddling with the straps of his gauntlet and glancing at the unfamiliar surroundings. They were sitting in what looked like a public garden, though it was oddly styled—trees lined in perfect symmetry, with stone arches connecting them like an artist's attempt at balance. It stuck out from the rest of the village, as if someone had plopped it there without consulting the surrounding design. Naruto's gaze wandered.

"If it were me," he muttered to himself, "this place would have a lot more orange. Like, a lot more."

Naruto shifted uncomfortably. Oscar's armor felt like it was baking him alive in Konoha's relentless sun, the sweat trickling down his back pooling under the metal plates. He grumbled, adjusting the straps of his chest piece as he eyed the others. Sasuke sat a few feet away, his usual brooding silence painting him as untouchable as ever, while Sakura stole subtle glances at the Uchiha, her cheeks pink like the petals of her namesake.

Their jonin instructor, Kakashi Hatake, stood off to the side, casually leaning against a railing as if he hadn't a care in the world. With his spiky silver hair and ever-present mask, he looked more like a lazy wanderer than a seasoned ninja. His single visible eye scanned the trio, though his expression—what little of it they could see—remained unreadable.

Naruto found himself wondering what to even call the guy. Sensei didn't feel right. That title belonged to Oscar, the one who had truly taught him what it meant to fight, survive, and endure. Nobody else had earned it. But "Cyclops" was starting to feel like a good second option.

Kakashi's voice cut through Naruto's thoughts. "Alright, let's get started. Why don't you all introduce yourselves?"

Silence.

"You know," Kakashi continued, undeterred. "Your likes, dislikes, dreams, ambitions, hobbies. The usual stuff."

Naruto looked between Sasuke and Sakura. Sasuke didn't even blink, his eyes focused somewhere far beyond the here and now. Sakura, on the other hand, was busy twirling her hair, stealing more glances at Sasuke as if she couldn't hear a word Kakashi had said.

Naruto rolled his eyes and raised a hand. "Why don't you start, Cyclops-sensei?"

Sakura chimed in, her voice softer. "That's a good idea. After all… we don't really know you. You're, um, mysterious."

Kakashi's lone eye curved upward in what Naruto guessed was a smile. "Oh, me? Sure. My name is Hatake Kakashi. My likes and dislikes… don't feel like sharing. My dreams for the future? None of your business. But I do have plenty of hobbies."

Naruto blinked. "…That's it? Seriously?"

Sakura sighed, glaring at the bright orange book Kakashi had casually flipped open during his introduction. "What kind of 'hobbies' are those, exactly?"

Kakashi ignored her completely, his attention now absorbed in the tiny text of Icha Icha Paradise.

"Alright," Kakashi continued without looking up. "Let's start with you." He pointed at Naruto.

Naruto leaned back, a grin forming on his face. Alright, time to show them who they're dealing with. He pulled out his shield and set it in front of him, the light glinting off its battered surface.

"I'm Naruto Uzumaki, squire of Oscar of Astora. I like ramen, pranks, and training. My dream is to ring the Bells of Awakening."

The silence that followed could've swallowed a kunai. A crow cawed faintly in the distance.

"…Right," Kakashi said at last, his eye narrowing slightly as though he were attempting to decipher a puzzle. "Bells of… Awakening?"

Sakura tilted her head. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Naruto smirked, clearly enjoying the confusion on their faces. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Sasuke spared him a single glance before looking away again, his indifference as cutting as ever.

Kakashi sighed, gesturing lazily. "Next."

Sasuke straightened, his expression cold and sharp. "My name is Uchiha Sasuke. There are plenty of things I hate. Not much I like. As for dreams… dreams are useless. What I do have is a goal." His dark eyes flickered dangerously. "To restore my clan and kill a certain someone."

His tone was as icy as his glare, and as the words left his mouth, the faint flicker of his Sharingan appeared for just a moment.

Naruto raised an eyebrow. "You gonna tell us who, or should we just guess?"

Sasuke ignored him completely.

Sakura, however, perked up, her expression torn between admiration and nervousness. "I think your eyes are… um, cool," she offered, though her voice faltered. "But maybe don't, you know… activate them randomly? Like… light bulbs or something?"

Sasuke shot her a glare, making her flinch and mentally kick herself. Why did I say that?! So cringe!

"Last one," Kakashi said, turning to Sakura. "Let's hear it, pinky."

Sakura flinched. Don't call me pinky, she thought but kept her mouth shut. Composing herself, she smiled sweetly. "I'm Haruno Sakura. My favorite thing is…" She glanced at Sasuke, her face reddening. "Well, um… it's not a thing, it's a person. A boy, actually…"

Naruto made a gagging sound, earning him a glare from Sakura.

"I hate Ino-pig," she continued, her tone sharpening. "My hobbies are… well, personal."

Kakashi raised an eyebrow at her. A crush and a rivalry, he noted silently. Not much else. She's going to need some serious reality checks.

"Alright," Kakashi said, straightening. "Now that we're done with introductions, let's move on to the next step."

Sakura looked confused. "Next step? What do you mean? We're already genin."

Kakashi chuckled lightly. "Oh, that's what you think," he said, flipping a page in his book. "Becoming a true genin means passing my test."

"A test?" Sasuke asked, his interest piqued.

Kakashi smirked under his mask. "A survival test. Out of the twenty-seven students who graduated, only nine will actually be assigned to teams. The rest will be sent back to the reserves. So, if you fail…"

Sakura paled, while Sasuke narrowed his eyes.

Naruto crossed his arms and grinned. "Bring it on, Cyclops-instructor. I've had harder tests than this."

Kakashi's eye curved again in amusement. "We'll see about that. Meet me at Training Ground 7." He glanced at the fading light. "And bring a lunch… but don't eat it. Or else."

With that, Kakashi vanished in a blur, leaving the three genin to process what he'd just said.

Naruto leaned back, stretching his arms. "This'll be fun."

Sasuke, as usual, said nothing, though his intense expression hinted at the challenge he was already preparing himself for.

Sakura groaned. "What does he mean, 'don't eat it'?"

"Guess we'll find out."

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The late-afternoon sun hung low over Training Ground 7, painting the clearing in warm tones of amber and gold. Tall trees bordered the wide-open field, their shadows stretching long across the uneven dirt. Scattered patches of grass clung stubbornly to the dry ground, and a giant lake in the distance reflected the sky like a perfect mirror, its surface rippling faintly in the breeze.

Naruto Uzumaki sat on one of the three training logs, legs dangling, a strange object resting in his hand. It was a small, rough urn, wrapped in a fragile-looking net of twine, with faint scratches and grooves marking its dark surface. He turned it over slowly, his blue eyes narrowing in curiosity as he studied it. The thing felt old, ancient, as though it had seen countless battles before somehow ending up in his possession.

[ Item: Firebomb ]

[ Description: Bisque urn filled with black powder. Explodes, inflicting fire damage. Relatively powerful ranged weapon, especially in situations called for fire damage. A very precious item at low levels. Many warriors use these to augment their strategic repertoire ]

The fact that his clones could access his inventory still amazed him. One of them had picked this thing up somewhere on the third path of Firelink Shrine, and he hadn't even noticed it until after the clone dispelled. Thinking back, there was probably a ton of loot he hadn't gotten around to grabbing because he'd been too busy running for his life.

"Guess I'll have to go back. This time with a plan."

The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled him back to reality. Naruto glanced over at Sasuke and Sakura, who were sitting on the ground nearby. Sasuke leaned back against one of the logs, his arms crossed as he stared into the distance with his usual brooding expression. Sakura, meanwhile, sat with her legs tucked beneath her, fidgeting slightly. She kept sneaking glances at Sasuke, her cheeks tinted pink.

Naruto sighed, tossing the firebomb into the air and catching it again absentmindedly. "Where is this guy? He said to meet here, didn't he?"

"Just be patient, dobe," Sasuke said without even looking at him, his tone as disinterested as ever.

"I have been patient! We've been sitting here forever, and he's still not here!"

Sakura huffed. "He's probably off reading his dumb book or something. Ugh, it's so unprofessional. Who shows up late to their own team meeting?"

Naruto rolled his eyes, hopping off the log and brushing the dirt off his pants. "Well, if he's gonna keep us waiting, I might as well do something useful." Reaching into his inventory, he summoned the Zweihander.

With a soft shimmer of light, the massive blade materialized in his hands, its sheer size making both Sasuke and Sakura turn to look. The sword was enormous—nearly two feet taller than Naruto himself, with a wide, rough-edged blade that looked more like a slab of iron than a weapon.

"What the hell is that?" Sasuke asked, his dark eyes narrowing as he took in the sheer size of the weapon.

Naruto grinned, gripping the hilt with both hands. "This? This is the Zweihander. I picked it up in a graveyard while dodging skeletons."

Sakura blinked. "Skeletons? What are you even talking about?"

"Not here," Naruto said casually, planting the blade tip into the ground. "Somewhere else. You wouldn't get it."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow but didn't push the subject.

Ignoring them, Naruto adjusted his stance, spreading his feet apart and gripping the Zweihander firmly. The leather wrapping on the hilt bit into his palms, and the weight of the blade made his shoulders strain almost immediately. This thing wasn't like the Astora straight sword he'd been practicing with. It was a beast—a weapon that demanded respect.

"Let's see what this thing can do."

He swung the blade in a wide arc, testing a basic horizontal attack. The air whistled as the blade moved, but the swing was slow and heavy, as though he were trying to cut through molasses. His arms trembled under the strain, the weight of the sword making his movements feel sluggish and clumsy.

"Alright," Naruto said, pausing to catch his breath. "That wasn't too bad." He shook out his arms before adjusting his grip. "Let's try a strong attack."

Lifting the Zweihander above his head, Naruto summoned all his strength, his muscles burning as he held the sword aloft. With a shout, he brought the blade crashing down in a powerful overhand swing.

The impact was deafening. The sword smashed into the ground with a thunderous THUD, sending dirt and small rocks flying in every direction. A deep gash split the earth where the blade had landed, the raw power of the strike leaving a visible mark on the clearing.

Naruto stood there, panting heavily, his arms trembling from the effort. His hands felt numb, and his shoulders ached from the strain. The Zweihander was still embedded in the ground, too heavy to lift again just yet.

"This thing…" Naruto grinned through his exhaustion. "It's on a whole other level. I just need to get stronger."

"Where did you actually get that thing?" Sakura asked, her tone skeptical.

"I told you," Naruto said, turning to look at her. "Graveyard. Skeletons. It's not that hard to understand."

Sakura frowned. "Skeletons don't move, Naruto."

"They do where I'm from," Naruto replied, shrugging. He wasn't about to explain the mechanics of Firelink Shrine to them. They wouldn't believe him anyway.

Before anyone could say more, Naruto froze. He felt it—a sudden shift in the air, subtle but distinct. It was the unmistakable ripple of chakra, like the air had briefly shifted temperatures.

"Kakashi," Naruto muttered, his brow furrowing. He could sense it now, clear as day. Was this a perk of his new stats? Some hidden ability he hadn't unlocked yet?

His thoughts were interrupted by Sakura's sharp voice. "You're late!"

Standing in the clearing was Kakashi Hatake, as relaxed and unconcerned as ever. His hands were in his pockets, his silver hair catching the last rays of sunlight, and his visible eye curved into a lazy smile.

"Sorry about that," Kakashi said. "Got lost on the road of life."

"Lost on the—what kind of excuse is that?!"

Kakashi ignored her entirely, pulling out a small alarm clock and setting it on the log. Two small bells dangled from his belt, their faint jingle catching Naruto's attention.

"You three have six hours to get these two bells from me."

"Six hours?" Naruto muttered, his brow furrowing. He glanced at Sasuke and Sakura, who both exchanged equally confused looks. What kind of survival test was this? Six hours felt excessive for something so straightforward.

"And those who don't have a bell by the end…" His voice took on a teasing lilt. "Get no dinner."

Naruto's stomach betrayed him instantly, growling so loudly that Sasuke and Sakura both turned to glare at him. From their expressions, it was obvious they were trying not to groan—they were hungry too.

But Kakashi wasn't finished. "Also, whoever doesn't have a bell…" He turned slightly to point at the three training logs behind him. "Will be tied to one of those stumps. And I'll eat my dinner right in front of you."

"That's just cruel! What kind of evil are you?!"

"Oh, I'm not done yet." His voice dropped into something far more serious, and the air around them suddenly grew heavier. "The one who doesn't get a bell…" He paused for effect, his gaze sweeping over the three of them. "Won't be on this team."

That caught them all off guard. Naruto's indignation melted into something resembling shock, and Sakura froze mid-thought. Even Sasuke's casual posture stiffened, his jaw tightening ever so slightly.

"You mean," Sakura began hesitantly, "we could actually fail this?"

"Exactly," Kakashi said simply, his tone light again, as if the consequences were no big deal. "But don't worry. You'll have plenty of time. Let's begin."

Sasuke and Sakura immediately leapt into the tree. Naruto, however, remained where he was, brushing dirt off the plates of his armor and adjusting his helmet with a satisfying clink.

"You know, the most important thing for a shinobi is the ability to hide."

Naruto tightened the straps of his gauntlet before looking up at him. "This is a survival test, right?"

Kakashi gave a small nod, watching the boy with mild curiosity.

"Then you're the monster."

"I have been called worse."

Naruto lifted the Zweihander from his inventory, the massive sword appearing in his hands. He shifted his stance, his grin widening as he rested the enormous blade on his shoulder. "So, the best way to survive…" He stepped forward, planting his feet firmly in the ground. "…is to kill the monster."

Kakashi's eyebrow rose slightly higher, his interest now fully piqued. "That's… one way to look at it."

"It's the only way to look at it!"

Without wasting another second, Naruto surged forward, activating Shunshin no Jutsu to close the distance between them in a blur. The Zweihander swung in a massive, horizontal arc, cutting through the air with the force of a hurricane. The sheer weight of the blade made the ground shake as it came crashing down.

But Kakashi? He was already gone. In fact, he hadn't just dodged—he had casually sat down in the exact spot where the swing had just missed, his nose buried in his ever-present orange book.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!"

Kakashi didn't even glance up. "You swing too wide. Too slow. Not bad power, though," he remarked, casually flipping a page.

Naruto gritted his teeth, chakra surging into his arms as he stopped the swing mid-motion. His muscles screamed in protest, but he pushed through the strain, reversing the blade's momentum and bringing it down in a powerful diagonal slash.

This time, Kakashi leapt into the air, easily avoiding the strike as the Zweihander crashed into the ground with a deafening BOOM. Dirt and debris exploded outward, creating a gash in the earth where the blade had landed.

Before Naruto could even catch his breath, he spotted Kakashi perched on the broad guard of the Zweihander, still reading his book. He didn't look remotely fazed. If anything, he looked… bored.

Naruto's jaw dropped.

Kakashi finally glanced down at him, the faintest smirk visible beneath his mask. "Your fighting style isn't exactly subtle."

Naruto's frustration boiled over. "Subtlety's overrated!" He grinned beneath the helmet, the adrenaline now fully pumping through his veins. "It still counts as stealth if there's no one left to tell the story."

"That's… an interesting take."

Without warning, Naruto dismissed the Zweihander into his inventory, leaving Kakashi momentarily off-balance as the sword disappeared from beneath his feet. In an instant, Naruto pulled out an axe, his left hand gripping the weapon as he swung it in a sharp, horizontal arc toward Kakashi's midsection.

The jonin reacted instantly. Sparks flew as the axe collided with the plate of Kakashi's glove, the force of the block reverberating through the air. Kakashi's visible eye narrowed slightly. He's unpredictable. I'll give him that.

Naruto immediately jumped back, thrusting his palm forward as flames flickered to life in his hand. A small fireball formed, its heat radiating outward, distorting the air around it. "Let's see how you like this!"

Kakashi's thoughts remained calm, though his expression was serious. This isn't a test anymore. This is a fight. And he's treating it like it's life or death.

The bells jingled faintly at Kakashi's waist, their sound almost drowned out by the roar of the flames in Naruto's hand.

The fireball exploded with a deafening roar, a shockwave ripping through the air as flames erupted in every direction. The ground beneath Naruto's feet trembled, and a hot rush of air blasted past him, forcing him to dig in his heels to keep steady. The clearing was lit in fiery orange, flickering shadows dancing across the surrounding trees. Smoke curled skyward, a plume of chaos marking the aftermath of Naruto's attack.

"Whoa…" Naruto breathed, his chest heaving as he took in the destruction. The ground where the fireball had struck was scorched black, embers glowing faintly in the dirt. Small tongues of fire licked at the edges of the crater he'd created.

"Did I… did I get him?"

But then—his stomach dropped. A sharp, instinctual chill ran up his spine. Danger.

The Way of Focality—that strange sixth sense he had gained since his time in the other world—screamed at him. He spun around just in time to see the faint blur of movement behind him. Kakashi! His instructor was already there, mere inches away, his hands forming the tiger seal.

Naruto's blood ran cold. A jutsu! There's no time!

Without thinking, he swapped the axe in his hand for a talisman from his inventory. The small, glowing charm flickered to life in his grasp, a swirl of white energy building rapidly around it. Naruto didn't even know if this would work—he'd never successfully used it before. But there wasn't any other option.

"COME ON!" Naruto roared, pouring everything he had into the talisman.

The divine white energy burst outward in a sudden shockwave, the force rippling through the air like a silent explosion. Kakashi froze mid-motion, his hands halting just before completing the infamous Thousand Years of Death. For a fraction of a second, the jonin was stunned, his body held in place by the talisman's force.

"It worked!" Naruto yelled, his voice filled with equal parts disbelief and triumph. His hand shot forward—not to strike Kakashi, but to grab the bells dangling from his sensei's waist. His fingers closed around them, and for a brief moment, a grin split his face.

Then—Puff!

The bells vanished in a cloud of smoke, replaced by empty air. A shadow clone?! Naruto's grin faltered as his fist clenched uselessly around nothing. He cursed under his breath, frustration bubbling up. Kakashi had been playing him the entire time.

Naruto staggered back, his eyes darting around the clearing. His hand instinctively reached for the Zweihander, summoning it from his inventory in one fluid motion. The massive blade materialized in his grip, its weight grounding him. He planted his feet firmly, his gaze scanning the area for any sign of Kakashi.

He didn't have to wait long.

A faint chuckle echoed across the clearing. Naruto's head snapped toward the sound, and his eyes widened. There, standing calmly on the surface of the lake, was Kakashi. The jonin was impossibly casual, his posture relaxed as he gazed back at Naruto. The book was gone now, tucked away somewhere, and Kakashi's single visible eye was locked on him.

The moonlight reflected off the rippling water, casting an eerie glow on Kakashi's figure. He didn't say a word, but the air around him seemed heavier, more oppressive. Naruto could feel it—the shift in Kakashi's demeanor. This wasn't the playful, aloof instructor who had spent half the test reading. This was a jonin—one of Konoha's elite—and he was done playing around.

"So, you're finally taking me seriously," he said, his voice steady despite the tension coiling in his chest. "About time."

Kakashi didn't respond. Instead, his hands blurred into motion, forming a series of hand seals so fast Naruto could barely keep up. The water beneath Kakashi's feet began to ripple and churn, the surface breaking apart as something began to rise from its depths.

Naruto's jaw tightened as the water twisted upward, forming into a humanoid figure. The shape solidified, taking the form of a woman made entirely of shimmering liquid. Her flowing hair cascaded around her like living tendrils, and her face, though eerily beautiful, was blank and emotionless. The moonlight reflected off her body, making her appear otherworldly.

"What the hell is that?!" Naruto shouted, his instincts screaming at him to move.

Kakashi's voice was calm, almost detached. "Water Style: Call of the Siren."

As the words left Kakashi's mouth, the siren opened hers. And then it hit.

The sound wasn't just a noise—it was a force. A wave of sound slammed into Naruto like a physical wall, stealing the air from his lungs. It wasn't loud in the traditional sense; it was deeper, resonating in his bones, vibrating through his entire body. His knees buckled, and he staggered, gasping for breath.

I… I'm drowning!

The sensation was overwhelming. It was as if he'd been pulled underwater, his lungs burning for oxygen that wouldn't come. His chest tightened, panic setting in as his body screamed for air. Logic told him it was a genjutsu—it had to be. But logic didn't matter when his body believed he was suffocating.

Naruto's vision blurred at the edges, the world spinning around him. His limbs felt heavy, unresponsive. He tried to move, to break the illusion, but it was like his body wasn't his own anymore. He clawed at his throat, desperate for air, but his hands passed through nothing.

This isn't real. This isn't real! He repeated the mantra in his head, trying to ground himself, but the drowning sensation was too overwhelming. His thoughts grew hazy, and his strength began to fade. Darkness crept in, his vision narrowing.

Through the haze, one image flashed in his mind: the Stray Demon. That hulking, nightmarish beast from the other world. He had faced monsters before—things that defied logic, things that shouldn't exist. But this… this was different. This wasn't a beast. This was a human. And somehow, that made it even worse.

As his consciousness slipped away, the last thing Naruto saw was Kakashi, standing motionless on the water, his posture calm and unshaken. The siren loomed behind him, her liquid form glimmering in the moonlight, her haunting presence sealing Naruto's fate.

And then—nothing. Darkness swallowed him whole.

---

Kakashi crouched on the surface of the lake, his visible eye narrowing as he stared at Naruto's unconscious form sprawled on the dirt. The moonlight cast a pale glow over the clearing, glinting faintly off the massive Zweihander embedded in the ground nearby. Kakashi wasn't looking at the sword, though. His focus was entirely on Naruto, as if trying to piece together a puzzle that didn't quite make sense.

The fireball. The Zweihander. That short-range space-time ninjutsu. The boy's erratic fighting style.

One by one, Kakashi replayed the battle in his mind, scrutinizing every detail, every movement. His hand absently toyed with the small orange book he wasn't reading, his mind far too preoccupied with unraveling what he had just witnessed. The way Naruto fought—it wasn't like any Academy-taught shinobi Kakashi had ever seen. His movements lacked polish, his footwork was unrefined, and his attacks were overcommitted. Yet somehow, there was a kind of brutal effectiveness to it, like a beginner who had been thrown into the deep end of a battlefield and had clawed his way to survival.

Kakashi's brows furrowed beneath his forehead protector. Raw, aggressive… improvised. Naruto fought like someone who had recently acquired new tools and was still figuring out how to use them. But there was something else, something that gnawed at Kakashi as he replayed the fight.

The power Naruto displayed wasn't natural.

The fire technique alone told Kakashi that much. And then there was the Zweihander. That sword wasn't just a weapon—it was a statement. The sheer size and weight of it made it unsuitable for anyone who wasn't monstrously strong, yet Naruto wielded it with startling ease, albeit clumsily. And that space-time ninjutsu…

Kakashi frowned, his visible eye narrowing further. Space-time ninjutsu. It was the rarest and most dangerous branch of jutsu, the kind of technique that could shift the tide of wars. His Sharingan had confirmed it—it wasn't a substitution jutsu Naruto had used earlier. It was a short-range space-time displacement. And while it didn't appear as refined or versatile as the Flying Thunder God, the fact that Naruto could use it at all was deeply troubling.

Kakashi's sharp mind, honed through years of ANBU missions and political intrigue, began piecing together possibilities. Had Naruto stumbled upon some ancient artifact or forbidden scroll? That might explain the fire technique and the sword. Or was it something else? Something… darker? Kakashi's mind flickered briefly to the Kyuubi, the demon sealed within Naruto. Could its chakra be bleeding into him more than before? Was this power a manifestation of its influence?

No. That didn't feel right. The Kyuubi's chakra would've been wild, destructive, but it wouldn't have taught Naruto how to use a space-time jutsu—or that strange shockwave technique. Someone, or something, had given Naruto access to power and knowledge far beyond what he should have.

Kakashi's eye softened slightly as he glanced at Naruto's unconscious form. The boy's body was slack, his face hidden by the helmet he'd insisted on wearing. Despite everything, Kakashi couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. Whatever had happened to Naruto, he was clearly struggling to control it. His movements were too raw, his techniques too experimental. This wasn't the work of a boy growing into his strength; this was a boy thrown into the deep end, desperately trying to stay afloat.

Before Kakashi could follow that train of thought further, the sharp whistle of a shuriken cut through the air. His body moved on instinct, his hand shooting up to intercept the spinning metal. The shuriken landed neatly in his fingers, its cool surface biting into his skin.

"Hmm?"

Standing at the edge of the lake was Sasuke, his crimson Sharingan glowing faintly in the moonlight. The boy's face was calm, but his eyes were anything but. They were sharp, focused, dissecting every detail of Kakashi's posture, his stance, the way he held the shuriken. Kakashi recognized it instantly—the Eye of Insight. Sasuke wasn't just looking at him; he was analyzing him.

"Oh? What's this, Sasuke? Feeling inspired after watching Naruto?"

Sasuke didn't respond. His hands moved in a blur, forming a rapid series of seals. Kakashi's eyebrow rose slightly in interest. He recognized the sequence immediately.

"Water Style: Call of the Siren!" Sasuke's voice rang out as the water near the shore began to ripple and rise. The liquid twisted upward, attempting to take the form of a humanoid figure. A woman, just like Kakashi's earlier technique. But something was off.

The construct was sloppy. Its form wavered, unsteady, like a candle flame in the wind. The shimmering figure barely held together, its edges flickering and shifting as if it might collapse at any moment.

Kakashi sighed softly. He doesn't have the control.

Before the elemental genjutsu could even activate, Kakashi flicked his wrist, sending the shuriken spinning through the air. It sliced cleanly through the watery construct, dispersing it instantly. The siren dissolved back into the lake with a faint splash, leaving nothing behind.

Sasuke's eyes widened briefly, the surprise clear on his face. He quickly schooled his expression, but Kakashi had already seen the crack in his composure.

"You almost had it," Kakashi said, his tone casual but with a teasing edge. "Almost."

"What did I do wrong?"

"Do you even know how my jutsu works?"

Sasuke's scowl deepened, but he didn't answer. Kakashi continued, his voice calm but pointed. "The Sharingan gives you the blueprint—the hand seals, the chakra flow, the elemental manipulation—but copying a jutsu isn't as simple as watching it. You need mastery over chakra control and elemental nature. You can't just mimic it. You have to understand it."

He paused. "And you, Sasuke… you haven't trained in Water Style, have you?"

Sasuke's silence was answer enough.

Kakashi sighed, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Raw talent can only take you so far. You've got the Sharingan, sure. But without proper training and discipline, it's just a tool. And tools can't win battles on their own."

"I'll get it eventually."

"I'm sure you will. But remember, Sasuke—raw power and skill mean nothing without balance. And balance starts with humility."

Kakashi thought back to the conversation he'd had with the Third Hokage not long ago. Sasuke's psychological profile wasn't hard to read—he was a boy consumed by a singular goal, a goal that had become his identity. He wasn't just Sasuke Uchiha; he was the last scion of the Uchiha, the avenger of his clan. That pride gave him strength, but it also made him brittle. Pride without humility, without balance—it was a weakness as much as it was a strength.

And Kakashi had seen where that path led.

If he doesn't learn humility, he'll self-destruct long before he reaches his goal. Kakashi's visible eye softened for a brief moment, but then he snapped back to focus as Sasuke's glare deepened.

"You think this is a joke?"

"Oh no, not at all. I think you're taking it very seriously. It's adorable."

Before Kakashi could sink fully into his faux-relaxed demeanor, the faint whistling of shuriken sliced through the air. Without missing a beat, Kakashi tilted his head slightly, the shuriken spinning harmlessly past him. But then—he felt it. A second wave. This time, kunai. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glint of metal and moved instinctively, leaping backward onto solid ground.

The moment his feet touched the dirt, Sasuke was on him. The boy moved with speed and precision, his body spinning as he launched a roundhouse kick aimed directly at Kakashi's head. The kick was fast, well-executed, and had a surprising amount of force behind it. Kakashi ducked under it easily, squatting low as Sasuke's leg whipped through the air above him.

"Hm, nice form," Kakashi said, straightening up as Sasuke landed a few feet away. "A little predictable, though."

Sasuke didn't reply, his eyes narrowing as he settled into a new stance. That's… interesting. It was the same stance Naruto had used earlier when he'd conjured that chaotic fire jutsu. Sasuke's body tensed, and for a moment, Kakashi felt the subtle ripple of chakra gathering in the boy's hands.

But nothing happened.

Sasuke frowned, glancing down at his hands like they'd betrayed him. The frustration on his face was obvious, and Kakashi couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped him.

"What's so funny?"

Kakashi let out a long sigh, lowering the book to meet Sasuke's glare. "Fire jutsu isn't as simple as mimicking hand signs, Sasuke. There's a reason most fire techniques are created using breath. It's about the mechanics—chakra as fuel, elemental nature providing the heat, and the air from your lungs acting as the medium. Naruto's… unique approach doesn't use air at all. So, naturally, copying it wouldn't work."

"Naruto's not special," he spat, his voice low, clipped. "He's just—" He stopped short, the words dying on his tongue. His lips pressed into a thin line as if admitting anything more would hurt his pride.

Kakashi watched him carefully, his visible eye narrowing slightly. He was reading not just Sasuke's words, but his body language—the tension in his shoulders, the defiant tilt of his head, the sharp, almost panicked way his Sharingan glowed. Pride was fueling Sasuke, but something darker simmered underneath. Kakashi could almost see it—a gnawing desperation that Sasuke himself probably didn't fully understand.

"I'm not the same as them!"

The statement hung in the air, heavy with meaning.

"Say that after you've actually done something."

The challenge landed, and Sasuke's eyes narrowed. Without another word, he blurred through a rapid sequence of hand signs and disappeared in a burst of speed with a Shunshin. Kakashi barely had a second to register the boy's movement before Sasuke reappeared, launching himself forward like a missile. His knee was aimed straight at Kakashi's head, the force behind the attack impressive for someone his age.

Huh, Kakashi thought, sidestepping effortlessly. Guess he picked that one up from Naruto.

Sasuke's momentum carried him past Kakashi, but the boy adjusted mid-air, twisting his body to land gracefully several meters away. His Sharingan spun furiously, scanning Kakashi for any hint of an opening.

Kakashi moved his fingers casually, almost lazily, forming the seals for a Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu. But before he could release it, a trio of kunai flew toward his arms. He paused, catching the kunai mid-flight with practiced ease. He glanced up, spotting Sakura landing lightly between him and Sasuke.

"Do you really think you can stop me?"

Sakura straightened, determination flickering across her face despite the obvious fatigue from hunger. Her eyes darted to Sasuke, who was now standing in the shallow waters of the lake, his expression unreadable. Kakashi saw the moment in her eyes—she wasn't moving out of strategy; she was moving because Sasuke needed her to.

Sakura raised her hands in a familiar seal, creating two identical clones beside her. The three of them charged forward together, their movements fast but uncoordinated. Kakashi flicked the kunai he was holding with a snap of his wrist, aiming for the clones. They popped immediately, disappearing into puffs of white smoke.

"Too obvious," Kakashi muttered under his breath.

But then, he felt it—the faintest shift in the air above him. He glanced up just in time to see the real Sakura, descending with a kunai poised to strike. Clever, Kakashi admitted silently. She's learning.

Before Sakura's attack could connect, Sasuke burst forward with another Shunshin, combining his speed with a flying kick aimed directly at Kakashi's chest.

With one hand, Kakashi blocked Sasuke's kick, feeling the force ripple through his arm. Using Sasuke's momentum, Kakashi twisted, throwing him aside like a ragdoll. Sakura landed a moment later, trying to follow up with a stab from her kunai. Kakashi sidestepped her easily, letting her overcommit to the strike. She stumbled forward, but quickly recovered, flinging a set of kunai in his direction.

Good follow-up, Kakashi noted, but not good enough.

He deflected the kunai with a casual swipe of his ever-present book, his eye glancing over at the duo. Both Sasuke and Sakura looked increasingly frustrated, their breathing heavy from the effort.

"Below you."

Their eyes widened in realization, but it was too late.

Arms burst from the ground, grabbing both Sasuke and Sakura by the legs. With a firm tug, he dragged them both into the earth using the Earth Style: Head Hunter Jutsu. The ground swallowed them up until only their heads remained visible above the dirt.

Kakashi dusted his hands off and looked down at the two of them, his tone light and almost amused. "Well, that was fun," he said, as though he hadn't just neutralized two of his students with minimal effort. "You know, for a couple of rookies."

Sasuke glared up at him, his Sharingan burning with frustration. Sakura, on the other hand, looked too stunned to respond. She blinked, trying to process what had just happened, the cool, damp dirt pressing in around her making her itch. The indignity of it all stung worse than the failure itself.

Kakashi turned and started walking away as if they weren't even worth his time anymore. "Now, don't go anywhere."

Sakura clenched her jaw, struggling to maintain some semblance of composure. "Why did I get caught up in this?!" she muttered under her breath, her voice tight with frustration. She wiggled her fingers uselessly, trying to pull herself free, but the dirt held firm. Her inner voice wasn't much help either, screaming indignantly about how unfair this whole situation was. This isn't how it's supposed to go!

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. "Kakashi-sensei is really strong."

Sasuke, still breathing heavily from exertion, didn't bother responding. His face was set in a rigid scowl, his eyes fixed on the horizon like he was mentally replaying every mistake he'd made. He refused to meet her gaze, his silence somehow making her feel even worse.

Sakura turned her attention to him anyway, hoping for some reassurance. Instead, she caught sight of his Sharingan fading away, the light in his eyes dimming into something darker. He clawed his way out of the dirt first, his movements sharp and angry. When he was free, he didn't pause to help her, instead standing stiffly with his back to her, his jaw tight with unspoken frustration.

Sakura sighed and scrambled out after him, far less gracefully. She brushed at the dirt clinging to her arms and legs, trying to maintain some shred of dignity. "Ugh, this is so gross," she muttered. Her inner voice was in full meltdown mode, ranting about how her hair was probably ruined, how her clothes were filthy, how— shut up, just focus.

"Well, it looks like we failed, huh?" she said, forcing a small laugh. She hoped it might break the tension.

Sasuke's head snapped toward her, his frown deepening. His eyes were sharp, almost accusatory, as though he couldn't believe she'd even said that.

"What are you talking about?"

"What do you mean?"

"I've been keeping track," Sasuke replied. "We've got maybe a minute left before the test ends."

"Wait… there's still time?"

Without answering, Sasuke's Sharingan flared to life again, his crimson eyes scanning the area with laser focus. His body tensed like a coiled spring, ready to move at the slightest provocation.

"Sasuke-kun, you're really going after the bell?"

He ignored her completely, his gaze fixed on the horizon. Inside, her inner voice screamed louder: It's useless, Sasuke-kun! There's always next time, right?

Sakura bit her lip, brushing off the dirt clinging to her uniform and hair. "Sasuke-kun," she said tentatively. "How do I look?" She attempted a small, playful smile, hoping it might pull him out of his funk.

Sasuke turned to her, and for the first time, she caught a glimpse of what lay beneath the surface. His eyes weren't just angry—they were haunted. There was a weight to them, a heaviness that made her stomach twist.

"Shut up," he muttered. "I just have to find that man."

The words sent a shiver down her spine. He wasn't talking about Kakashi anymore. She could feel it in the way his voice trembled, in the way his fists clenched. This wasn't about the test—it was about something much bigger. Something she didn't understand.

"Sasuke-kun…" she whispered, but the words stuck in her throat. She didn't know what to say. What could she say?

And then, the alarm went off.

The shrill sound cut through the clearing, signaling the end of the test. Sasuke froze, his body stiff, his gaze locked on the horizon. For a moment, Sakura thought he might explode, the tension radiating off him like a storm.

But then, he laughed.

It was a short, bitter sound—more of a scoff than anything else. He let out the faintest, humorless chuckle, his lips curling into a smirk that didn't reach his eyes.

Sakura flinched at the sound. It wasn't like him. Sasuke-kun…

Without another word, Sasuke shoved his hands into his pockets and started walking away. His movements were slow, deliberate, like he was trying to contain something threatening to spill over.

Sakura stood frozen, watching him leave. She wanted to say something, to call out to him, but the words wouldn't come. Maybe it was the look in his eyes. Maybe it was her own lingering sense of failure. Maybe it was because, for the first time, she realized she wasn't enough—not compared to Sasuke, not compared to Naruto.

"I'm disappointed."

The words came out of nowhere, and Sakura spun around to see Kakashi standing behind her.

"W-What do you mean?"

Kakashi's visible eye curved into a smile, but it wasn't warm. It was the kind of smile that made her feel like she'd missed something important. "Why don't you take some time to reflect," he said evenly.

"Reflect on what?"

"Think about it while being tied to the log," Kakashi finished, turning away.

I don't deserve this. I saved Sasuke-kun's life, I—

Even her inner voice went quiet. Something about the way Kakashi had said it made her pause. For the first time, she began to wonder if maybe she did have something to reflect on. Maybe… this test wasn't just about the bells.

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Naruto groaned as he blinked himself awake, his head pounding and his vision blurry. The world around him slowly came into focus, and the first thing he saw was Kakashi standing over him with his usual laid-back demeanor, holding his little orange book.

"Ah, Sleeping Beauty's awake."

"Ugh, what happened?" Naruto muttered, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. He felt groggy, like he'd been hit by a bull—or maybe by Kakashi. He glanced around, taking in the scene. Sakura was tied to a wooden training log, her face flushed with embarrassment and frustration. Sasuke sat a few feet away, his arms crossed and his jaw tight, glaring down at a bento box like it had personally wronged him.

"You failed," Kakashi said flatly, snapping his book shut.

"What?"

"You three failed the test," Kakashi repeated, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather.

"Wait, what do you mean, 'failed'?! You knocked me out! I didn't even get a chance to—"

"You had plenty of chances," Kakashi interrupted smoothly. "And you all wasted them. Instead of working together, you were too busy showing off. So yes, you failed."

Naruto felt a rush of frustration bubble up, but before he could retort, Kakashi continued, his tone calm but firm. "In fact… I don't think you three should go back to the Academy."

Sakura perked up immediately. "R-Really? So we don't have to—"

"I think," Kakashi said, cutting her off, "that you should quit being shinobi altogether."

The words landed like a kunai to the gut. Naruto's breath caught in his throat. Sakura's eyes went wide with shock, and even Sasuke looked up, his usual stoic expression cracking for just a moment.

Kakashi didn't flinch at their reactions. If anything, his tone grew firmer. "None of you understand what it truly means to be a ninja. You were selfish, disorganized, and completely disconnected from each other. You're not ready for this."

"We weren't selfish!" he argued, his voice sharp. "We fought! We—"

Before he could finish, Sasuke moved. Fast. Faster than Naruto had seen him move during the academy. Sasuke's knee shot forward, aimed straight for Kakashi's head.

But Kakashi was faster.

With a flicker of motion that Naruto's Way of Focality couldn't even track, Kakashi sidestepped effortlessly. In the same motion, his hand shot out, gripping Sasuke's arm and twisting it behind his back. With a swift push, Kakashi forced Sasuke down, pinning him face-first to the dirt.

"Really?" Kakashi said, his tone almost disappointed. "This is your answer? Attacking your instructor?"

Sasuke growled, his voice muffled by the ground. "Get off me," he hissed, struggling against Kakashi's iron grip.

Kakashi didn't let up. Instead, he looked up, his voice carrying a sharper edge. "Why do you think you were divided into teams for this test?"

Sakura blinked. "What… what do you mean?"

Naruto narrowed his eyes, Kakashi's words stirring something in the back of his mind. Divided into teams. Two bells. Three of them. It didn't add up. His brain worked furiously, piecing the puzzle together. The bells weren't just about survival. The whole test wasn't about survival. It was about something else.

And then it hit him.

"It's teamwork," Naruto blurted out, his voice cutting through the tense silence.

All eyes turned to him, but he didn't care. He looked straight at Kakashi, conviction growing in his voice. "That's what this was about, wasn't it? It wasn't about the bells. It was about seeing if we could work together."

Kakashi's grip on Sasuke loosened. "Correct."

Sakura blinked in confusion. "What? But… there were only two bells."

Naruto turned to her, the pieces of the puzzle clicking into place. "Exactly! They set it up so we'd fight against each other. So we'd focus on beating each other instead of working together as a team."

"And that's exactly what happened. You were so focused on yourselves that you missed the point entirely. Even when Sasuke and Sakura worked together, it was out of convenience, not trust."

Kakashi sighed, his voice softening just slightly. "I'll give you three one last chance. Two of you can pass. One of you must leave. Decide amongst yourselves." His tone turned sharp again. "And don't share the food. If you do, all three of you will fail."

With that, he vanished, leaving the three of them to grapple with his words.

Naruto stared down at his unopened ramen cup, his stomach growling, but the hunger felt distant compared to the storm raging in his chest. Sasuke sat in brooding silence, poking at the onigiri in his bento box, while Sakura remained tied to the stump, her head bowed.

The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating.

"Maybe… maybe I should be the one to leave." Sakura looked up, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I wasn't much help in the test anyway."

Naruto felt something twist in his gut. He couldn't stand seeing her like this—so defeated, so small. "No way," he said firmly. "You're not leaving."

"But—"

"I said no." Naruto's tone left no room for argument. He glanced between them, then smirked faintly. "If anyone's leaving, it'll be me."

Sasuke's head shot up, his glare sharp. "Don't be stupid, dobe."

Naruto shrugged. "I'm serious. You two can work as a team. I'll be fine." The words came easier than he expected. Konoha wasn't the source of his power. Lordran was. The Bells of Awakening are my real goal anyway.

But Sasuke's jaw tightened. He glanced at Sakura, whose stomach growled audibly. Without a word, he picked up an onigiri from his bento and held it out to her.

"Eat," he said gruffly, avoiding her gaze.

Sakura blinked, startled. "But Kakashi-sensei said—"

"You can't think straight if you're hungry," Sasuke muttered.

Naruto watched, a grin tugging at his lips. Guess the bastard has a heart after all.

Before anyone could say more, a puff of smoke appeared nearby.

"You three…" Kakashi's voice cut through the night like a blade, sharp and commanding. Naruto instinctively reached for his talisman, preparing to defend himself if needed. But Kakashi's next word made him freeze.

"Pass."

Naruto blinked, his brain halting mid-thought.

"Pass? We passed?" Sakura's voice broke the silence, trembling with disbelief. Her wide eyes darted to Kakashi, then to Naruto and Sasuke, as if looking for confirmation that she hadn't misheard.

"Of course," Kakashi replieds. "Many before you selfishly sacrificed each other to try to get on a team, but they didn't pass my test. Remember, a shinobi must see beneath the underneath."

Naruto froze mid-chew, his mind slowly connecting the dots. See beneath the underneath. He rolled the phrase over in his head, feeling the weight of the words.

Kakashi's tone grew firmer, more serious. "Those who break the rules of the ninja world are considered scum. But those who abandon their comrades are worse than scum."

The weight of their first lesson sank deeply into their hearts.

"Congratulations," Kakashi said. "You three are now officially Team 7."

He casually cut the ropes binding Sakura to the training post, and she landed with a soft "oof" before standing up, brushing dirt off her skirt.

"Now," Kakashi continued, "eat your dinner and get ready. We've got a team photo to take. Don't be late." With that, he wandered off, his orange book once again occupying his attention.

Sakura wasted no time. She snatched one of Sasuke's onigiri, holding it like she had just pilfered treasure. Sasuke's eyes narrowed into a glare, but he didn't say anything, simply resuming his meal as if nothing had happened.

"I-I was hungry…" Sakura mumbled, her face burning red, steam practically rising from her ears.

Naruto snickered but quickly became distracted by another thought. I wonder if I could boil water with my pyromancy flame… His eyes drifted to his cup of instant ramen. Maybe I could melt the lid right off. Hmm…

"Naruto." Sakura's voice broke through his daydream. He turned to see her looking at him with a rare, earnest expression. It wasn't her usual annoyance or frustration. There was something softer in her eyes, almost… gratitude.

"Thanks," she said simply.

"For what?"

"For offering to leave," Sakura said, her voice quieter now. "You didn't have to do that. You could've been a great ninja, but you were willing to give that up for us."

Naruto blinked, unsure how to respond. Leave? Lordran was harder than this. I'd have been fine. But seeing the sincerity in her expression made him realize it wasn't about what he thought—it was about what it meant to her.

Sakura extended her hand toward him. Naruto stared at it for a second, confused. "I know we had a lot of differences back in the academy," she continued, hesitating slightly. "But I think… we should put that behind us. Let's start fresh. As teammates."

Naruto's grin split across his face, wide and toothy. "You mean you're finally gonna stop calling me an idiot?" he teased, shaking her hand firmly.

Sakura smiled back. "Don't push your luck, Naruto."

Then Naruto turned to Sasuke, his smirk still firmly in place. "What about you? Got anything to add?"

Sasuke paused mid-bite, his dark eyes glancing between them. "You two are better teammates than most of the class," he muttered.

Naruto and Sakura exchanged a look, both sweatdropping at his half-hearted "compliment."

Sasuke ignored them, going back to his food. After a few seconds, he added, almost as an afterthought, "You're… alright."

Naruto burst out laughing. "Wow, such high praise from the almighty Sasuke! I'm honored!"

Sasuke scowled. "Shut up, dobe."

A few minutes later, Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke stood side by side, ready for their team photo. The moon hung high above them, its pale light spilling over the quiet training ground like a soft blanket, bathing everything in silvery hues. In the middle stood Sakura, a girl who had started as a civilian but was now stepping cautiously into the demanding world of shinobi. Her resolve flickered like a candle, but it was there, burning steadily as she searched for her purpose beyond what she once thought defined her.

To her right stood Sasuke, his posture rigid, his dark eyes sharp and unyielding. The weight of his clan's destruction pressed heavily on his shoulders, but it was his fuel—the fire that drove him forward. His quest for vengeance burned within him, isolating yet propelling him, as though every step he took in the shinobi world was a step closer to avenging his family.

On her left stood Naruto, clad in his knight's armor that shimmered faintly under the moonlight. He stood tall, carrying not just the dreams of a mischievous ninja in training but also the burdens of a far darker world—the weight of Lordran, its monsters, and its endless battles. That world had shaped him, forged him in fire and shadow, and yet here he was, bridging the gap between two realms: one of shinobi and one of legends.

Behind them stood Kakashi, their enigmatic leader, leaning casually with his ever-present slouch. His white hair caught the moonlight like a faint halo, but there was no mistaking the shadows that lingered behind his lone, visible eye. A man shaped by fame, heartbreak, and duty, Kakashi carried the scars of a lifetime of battle and loss. And now, as he looked at his mismatched team, he couldn't help but feel the flicker of cautious hope, though his face betrayed none of it.

Together, they stood as Team 7. Different in every way imaginable—night and day, fire and water, iron and air. Yet, beneath the surface, they were connected by something deeper: a shared path, a shared potential, and the promise of what they could become. For better or worse, they were bound now—not just as teammates but as something more. Something that had yet to take shape.

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Author's Notes:

Alright, how did I do with the bell test? Be honest. Did I manage to capture the vibe of Kakashi's unorthodox teaching methods and the dynamic between Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura? Let me know in the comments! I wanted to emphasize how this test wasn't just about physical skills but about the emotional and psychological growth of the team.

Oh, and yeah, Call of the Siren is something I created for Kakashi. I mean, the dude is supposed to have mastered over 1,000 jutsu, right? It's criminal that the series didn't show more of that versatility. Expect to see more unique jutsu from Kakashi (and maybe other characters) as the story progresses. I really want to explore what a ninja with that kind of repertoire would bring to the table in a real fight. Let me know what you think of the siren technique—it was fun to write, and I feel like it fits Kakashi's blend of tactical creativity and menace.

Also, how are you guys enjoying Naruto's blend of shinobi life and his Lordran baggage? Writing about how those two worlds overlap is honestly one of my favorite parts of this story.

Next chapter drops on December 12!

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Thank you again for all the love, support, and feedback. Seriously, you guys are the best. Reading your theories and comments keeps me motivated and often gives me new ideas to play with in future chapters. Let me know what you thought about this one—what worked, what didn't, and what you're hoping to see next.

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Chapter no.9 A Bitter Kind of Silence

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The streets of Konoha were bathed in soft moonlight, quiet and almost magical. The usual hustle and chatter of the day had given way to a peaceful stillness, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the faint whisper of a passing breeze. A few shinobi moved through the shadows, silent as ghosts, their forms blending seamlessly with the night. Some of them glanced at Naruto as he walked by, their eyes lingering for a moment on his armour, but no one said a word.

Naruto sighed as he trudged along. Normally, the quiet felt lonely, like the world was reminding him of all the things he didn't have. But tonight… tonight felt different. The stillness wrapped around him like a blanket, soothing in a way he didn't quite understand.

Why is this so… nice? he thought, letting his steps slow as he looked up at the moon. He allowed himself a rare moment to enjoy the peace as he made his way home.

It didn't last.

As Naruto approached his front door, he froze. Lying on the ground, curled up like a cat, was Konohamaru. The kid was sound asleep, drooling on a worn camo blanket he'd been using as a pillow. The blanket itself looked like shinobi gear, the kind that worked with the Transformation Jutsu to create a camouflage illusion. It was impressive for someone so young, but the fact that Konohamaru had chosen his doorstep to camp out on was less impressive.

Naruto sighed, scratching his head. "What's this little brat doing here?" he muttered to himself, tiptoeing toward his door. He carefully reached for the handle, trying not to wake the kid up. But the door, as always, had other plans.

Creeeeeaaak.

"Boss!" Konohamaru's voice cut through the silence like a kunai, startling Naruto mid-step.

Naruto turned, giving the kid a flat look. "What are you doing here, you little runt?"

Konohamaru shot up, his face lighting up like a firecracker. "Boss! You have to teach me how to become Hokage! Please, please, please!" He clasped his hands together in front of him, his eyes wide and sparkling with the kind of desperation only a little kid could pull off.

Naruto groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Hokage? Seriously? You're gonna pick my house to whine about this at midnight?" Without another word, he opened the door and slammed it behind him, shutting out Konohamaru's excited pleas.

Inside, Naruto muttered to himself as he made his way to the bathroom. "Hokage. This kid…" He turned on the shower, letting the hot water rush over him, washing away the sweat and grime of the day. The soothing heat worked wonders for his muscles, but the moment of peace didn't last.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Boss!" Konohamaru's voice rang out, muffled but persistent.

Naruto gritted his teeth, grabbing a handful of soap as the banging continued in rhythm. If he keeps this up, I'm gonna fireball his scrawny butt into next week, he thought, scrubbing with more force than necessary.

By the time he got out of the shower, the banging was still going strong. Towel wrapped around his waist, Naruto stomped into the kitchen, ignoring the noise as he set a pot of water to boil for some instant ramen. He cracked an egg into a pan, trying to focus on anything other than the incessant knocking.

"Boss!" Konohamaru's voice was more high-pitched now, his persistence nothing short of impressive.

"Shut up!" Naruto yelled, slamming his hands on the counter. For a brief moment, the banging stopped. Naruto sighed, relieved—until he smelled something burning.

"Damn it!" He turned back to the stove and flipped the egg, revealing a blackened, crispy bottom. He stared at it for a moment before muttering, "Perfect. Just perfect."

Then, right on cue: Bang. Bang. Bang.

Naruto's patience snapped. Slamming the pan down on the counter, he stormed toward the door, yanking it open with enough force to rattle the hinges. "What?!" he bellowed, glaring down at Konohamaru.

The kid looked up at him with big, innocent eyes, completely unbothered by Naruto's outburst. "Train me!" he said again, this time with a grin so wide it was almost blinding.

Naruto stared at him for a moment, utterly dumbfounded. Then he slammed the door shut in his face. "Nope," he muttered. "Not in the mood to beat up a six-year-old right now."

He turned back toward the kitchen, only to catch another whiff of burning. "Oh, come on!" He rushed to the stove, but his egg was already ruined, charred to an unrecognizable crisp. He sighed, scraping the burnt mess into the trash.

"Alright," he muttered to himself, "now I am in the mood to beat up a six-year-old."

Naruto stomped back to the door and flung it open again, this time with a mischievous grin on his face. "You want me to train you?" he asked, crossing his arms.

Konohamaru's eyes lit up as he nodded eagerly. "Yeah! Please, boss! Please!"

"Great," Naruto said, cracking his knuckles. "Dodge."

"Wait, wha—"

Before Konohamaru could finish, Naruto's fist flew toward him. It wasn't hard enough to seriously hurt, but it was enough to send the kid sprawling onto the ground with a loud thud. Konohamaru lay there, dazed, his eyes wide with shock before they fluttered shut. He was out cold.

Naruto stood over him, shaking out his hand. "That felt… surprisingly good." He let out a smug chuckle, but the realization hit him a moment later. Wait. Did I just knock out a six-year-old?

His eyes darted around the street, panic creeping in. "Oh, crap. If anyone saw that…" His brain raced for a solution. What if I dumped him near a dumpster? Yeah, perfect! He'll look like he passed out there after getting into trouble. Totally believable.

Then a cold breeze hit him, and he realized he was still in just a towel. "Ugh, great," he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. Resigning himself, Naruto grabbed Konohamaru by the leg and dragged him inside.

"Can't believe I'm doing this," he grumbled, shutting the door behind him. The quiet of the night returned, leaving only the faint sound of Naruto muttering curses under his breath.

A few minutes later, Naruto stood in his small kitchen, stirring the ramen he'd finally managed to cook. He cracked an egg into the steaming broth and gently whisked it in, watching as the ribbons of yellow swirled through the soup. At the counter, Konohamaru sat on a stool, two tissues stuffed into his nose to stem the bleeding. His legs swung back and forth as he watched Naruto work, his wide eyes filled with fascination, as if Naruto were performing some kind of ancient shinobi ritual.

Naruto gave him a sideways glance. "See, the trick is to add the egg while the broth's still hot," he said, trying to sound sage-like. "The heat cooks it just right, makes it all fluffy, and gives the soup more richness. It's simple, but this is sacred ramen knowledge."

Konohamaru nodded solemnly, as if Naruto had just handed him the meaning of life. "Sacred ramen knowledge… Got it, Boss."

Naruto smirked as he poured the finished ramen into two bowls. Steam rose, carrying the comforting aroma of savory broth and egg. He slid one bowl toward Konohamaru, handing him a spoon. "Alright, kid, dig in."

Konohamaru didn't hesitate, scooping up a bite and stuffing it into his mouth. His eyes widened in pure delight as he chewed. "This is amazing, Boss! First, you tested my speed, and now you're teaching me the secret art of ramen-making!"

Naruto chuckled, sitting down on the other side of the counter with his own bowl. He felt a little burst of pride—he didn't get called awesome often, and hearing it from Konohamaru wasn't so bad. As the boy took another eager bite, Naruto leaned back slightly and asked, "So, why'd you want to learn from me?"

Konohamaru paused, his spoon hovering over the bowl. His face grew serious, and he stared down at the swirling broth. "Well… you're the first person who's ever treated me like me," he said quietly.

Naruto frowned. "What do you mean?"

Konohamaru set his spoon down, his small hands clenching into fists. "My grandpa gave me the name Konohamaru—after the village. Everyone knows my name, but when they talk about me, all they see is the Hokage's grandson. No one ever sees me. They bow, they smile, but it's all fake. I'm sick of it! That's why I want to be Hokage, so they'll see me for who I really am."

Naruto sat back, letting the boy's words sink in. He didn't say anything right away, just stared at his ramen. That hit a little too close to home. Naruto knew what it was like to want recognition, to want people to see him, not some version of him they made up in their heads.

The quiet stretched between them, the only sound the soft clinking of their spoons against the bowls. Naruto opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, his front door slammed open.

"YOUNG MASTER!" Ebisu stormed in, his glasses slightly askew, his usually prim demeanor looking thoroughly ruffled. "I've been looking for you for hours! The entire Sarutobi clan is worried sick!"

Naruto blinked in confusion, setting his spoon down. "Uh, ever heard of knocking?"

"Don't interrupt me!" Ebisu snapped, adjusting his glasses as he turned his sharp glare on Konohamaru. "Honorable grandson, let's go. You've wasted enough time here. Stop this foolishness and return to the clan."

Konohamaru shot up from his stool, his fists clenched. "No! I'm not going back until I'm strong enough to defeat Grandpa and become Hokage! And Boss is teaching me how!"

Ebisu groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose like he was dealing with an unruly toddler. "Honorable grandson—"

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" Konohamaru shouted, his voice cracking with frustration. "I'm not just 'honorable grandson.' I'm Konohamaru!"

Naruto watched the boy tremble with anger, and something inside him shifted. Placing a hand on Konohamaru's shoulder, he gave him a reassuring squeeze. "Hey, let me handle this," he said softly.

Konohamaru looked up at him, hesitating for a moment before nodding and stepping back. Naruto stood, turning to face Ebisu, his expression calm.

Ebisu scoffed, his nose wrinkling as he regarded Naruto with disdain. "And what are you going to do, deadlast? You're nothing but a fool playing ninja. I'm far more skilled than the likes of you."

Naruto's eye twitched, his hand curling into a fist. Who does this guy think he is? But instead of getting mad, he let out a slow breath, an idea forming in his head.

He took a step forward, his expression unreadable. "Oh, ho, you're approaching me?" Ebisu sneered, crossing his arms.

"I can't kick your ass unless I come closer," Naruto replied, taking another step. His voice was calm, almost casual, but his words dripped with challenge.

Ebisu's smirk widened. "You're welcome to try, demon brat. But don't think for a second you stand a chance."

"Teach him, Boss!"

Ebisu's scoff turned into a chuckle, his tone mocking. "Teach me? Teach me what?"

Naruto cracked his knuckles, a grin spreading across his face. "Lesson one: Don't underestimate your enemy."

The light of the miracle glowed white-hot around Naruto's knuckles, the energy humming faintly in the still night. Ebisu's smirk didn't last long—before he could even react a shockwave that struck him square in the chest. The impact was instantaneous. Ebisu was launched clear out the door, his body hurtling through the air like a ragdoll.

"W-Whoa… Boss!"

Outside, Ebisu groaned, staggering to his feet. His glasses were askew, and his usually neat appearance was now completely disheveled. He clutched his stomach, wobbling as he tried to steady himself. Naruto wasn't about to give him the chance. In an instant, he equipped his armor, the pieces forming around him with a low, resonant clink. The weight of it felt natural now, as though it had always been part of him. Without hesitation, he disappeared in a blur of speed, the Shunshin no Jutsu propelling him Ebisu could even register the movement, Naruto closed the distance. His knee shot up in a swift, brutal arc, slamming into Ebisu's jaw with bone-crunching force. The sound echoed in the night—a sickening crack that made Konohamaru flinch.

Ebisu's body flew backward, slamming into the metal railings outside with a deafening clang. The railings bent under the force, creaking ominously as his body toppled over the edge.

"Don't worry," naruto said casually. "There's a dumpster down there. It'll break his fall."

A dull thud echoed up a second later. Naruto winced. "Or… the concrete."

Konohamaru looked up at him, stunned, before breaking into a wide grin. "That. Was. AWESOME!"

"Eh, he had it coming."

"Alright, kid, lesson two: never let a jerk like that boss you around. Got it?"

"Got it, Boss!"

The boy's excitement seemed boundless, and he practically bounced as he followed Naruto into the living room. "You were awesome, Boss! Can you teach me how to do that? That jutsu was insane!"

"You're not ready for that yet, brat. Why don't we focus on getting you home first? It's way past your bedtime."

Konohamaru paused, his grin fading slightly as he looked guilty. Naruto followed his gaze to the counter and froze. The ramen bowls they had just eaten from were now completely empty, and one of them looked like it had been licked clean.

"I needed something to eat while you fought," Konohamaru giggled nervously, letting out a tiny burp.

Naruto's eye twitched. "This kid…" He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. But before he could finish exhaling, an idea struck him. "I think…" he began, reaching for his inventory, "you need to run."

"Run?"

With a low hum, Naruto summoned his Zweihander, the massive blade materializing in his hands with a heavy thud against the floor. The room almost seemed to darken under its sheer weight and presence as Naruto pointed the blade at Konohamaru.

"Run!" Naruto roared, his grin widening into something that was far too gleeful.

Konohamaru's eyes went wide. "I'm sorry, Boss!" he yelped, spinning on his heel and bolting out the door.

Naruto chased after him, the Zweihander over his shoulder, his laughter echoing through the quiet streets. "Come back! I just want to talk!"

"I said I'm sorry!" Konohamaru's voice trailed off as he sprinted away, his little feet slapping against the cobblestone streets.

Eventually, after several blocks of chasing, Naruto caught up to the boy and threw him over his shoulder like a sack of rice. Konohamaru didn't even struggle; he just clung to Naruto's back, laughing between gasps for air as Naruto walked them toward the Sarutobi clan house. The moonlight illuminated the streets, and the gentle hum of the village at night filled the space between them.

After a while, Konohamaru's giggles faded, replaced by a thoughtful quiet. His small arms wrapped around Naruto's neck as he adjusted his position. "Boss… what's your dream?"

Naruto paused for a moment, pretending to focus on his steps. He didn't want to talk about it, but Konohamaru wasn't the type to let things go.

"I heard people say your dream was to become the greatest Hokage," Konohamaru pressed.

Naruto exhaled slowly. "Yeah," he muttered, keeping his voice low. He didn't feel like explaining himself.

"Well, sorry, Boss," Konohamaru said, his proud tone returning. "But I'm gonna be the greatest Hokage. You're just gonna have to settle for second place."

Naruto huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. "It's not that easy, dumbass. The title of Hokage isn't something you just decide to take. It's something you earn. Everyone has to acknowledge you first. Do you think that's easy?" His voice softened as he added, "I've had a hard enough time just getting one person to acknowledge me."

"So, what do I do?"

Naruto adjusted his grip on the boy and kept walking. "Prepare yourself. There aren't any shortcuts to becoming Hokage."

The boy went quiet, chewing on Naruto's words, until the grand Sarutobi clan gates came into view. The carved wooden doors stood tall and imposing, intricate symbols lining their edges. Two guards stood on either side, their expressions neutral. They nodded politely as Naruto approached, but both raised their eyebrows when they saw Konohamaru perched on his back.

Standing in front of the gates, arms crossed and looking more tired than usual, was Hiruzen Sarutobi himself.

"Konohamaru," the Third Hokage said, "do you even know what time it is, young man?"

Konohamaru slid off Naruto's back, standing sheepishly in front of his grandfather. "Sorry, Gramps. I was hanging out with Boss so he could teach me how to beat you."

Naruto winced, giving the Hokage an awkward salute. "Uh… he's not wrong."

Hiruzen raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two of them. "I see." He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "This will be the last time I overlook this sort of mischief, Konohamaru. Tomorrow is your first day at the academy, and you need to rest."

"Tomorrow's also my first step to becoming Hokage!"

Hiruzen chuckled softly, shaking his head. "We'll see about that." He turned to Naruto. "Thank you for bringing him home, Naruto-kun. I hope Ebisu didn't trouble you too much."

Naruto smirked, biting back a laugh. "Nah, that guy's fine. Probably just… lying low right now."

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"Lying low" was one way to describe it. Ebisu was unceremoniously hurled into a dumpster by one of Naruto's clones, landing with a crash that sent the lid clanging shut above him. Inside the rank, dark space, he groaned, shoving a banana peel off his head, only for a half-eaten apple core to plop onto his shoulder. His glasses were cracked, one lens dangling uselessly, and his normally pristine outfit was smeared with something he hoped was just dirt.

Ebisu sat up slowly, glaring at the walls of the dumpster like it had personally insulted him. "Damn brat," he muttered weakly, trying to summon whatever dignity he had left—just as the dumpster's lid creaked open, and a stray cat peered down at him, its eyes glowing eerily in the moonlight.

The cat let out a judgmental mrrrow, then leaped in, landing squarely on his face.

"GAH!" Ebisu yelped, flailing as the cat bolted, knocking over a bag of garbage that promptly spilled onto his lap. A carton of spoiled milk popped open, drenching him as he slumped back against the dumpster wall, utterly defeated.

"One day," he wheezed, peeling a wet noodle off his cheek, "one day I will have my revenge…"

From the alley, Naruto's clone peeked over the rim of the dumpster, snickering. "You good in there, or should I find a second dumpster for backup?"

Ebisu let out a strangled groan, raising one trembling fist. "Damn… brat…" he muttered before slumping fully into the trash pile, his pride officially dead.

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Back at the compound, Hiruzen gave Naruto a puzzled look but let it go. "Good night, Naruto-kun. Konohamaru, inside. Now."

"But—" Konohamaru yawned halfway through his protest, his defiance fading as his eyes began to droop.

"Go to bed, dumbass," Naruto said, nudging him gently toward the door.

Konohamaru looked up, scrunching his nose. "Blah, stop acting like you know everything, Boss…" His voice slurred as he rubbed his eyes. "I'm not letting you be my boss anymore…"

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah!" Konohamaru blinked sleepily but still managed to grin. "From now on… we're rivals!"

Naruto's smirk softened into a smile. He reached into his pocket, palming his green goggles from his inventory. Without drawing attention, he handed them to Konohamaru.

"These are my favorite goggles," he said as the boy's eyes widened. "When the day comes that we're fighting for the Hokage title, I want them back."

Konohamaru's face lit up as he slipped off his helmet and put the goggles on. "Then you'll have to win them back, Boss!"

Naruto laughed, holding out his fist. "Looking forward to it, Konohamaru."

The boy bumped his fist against Naruto's before turning and running inside, his laughter echoing behind him. Naruto stood there for a moment, watching him go.

Hiruzen's voice broke the quiet. "He looks up to you, you know."

Naruto nodded silently, his eyes drifting toward the moonlit village in the distance. The quiet between him and the old man stretched, heavy and awkward, like a weight neither wanted to lift. He shifted his feet, ready to leave, but Hiruzen's voice stopped him.

"Wait, Naruto."

Naruto froze, his body stiffening. "What do you want?"

Hiruzen stepped forward, his robes shifting slightly in the breeze. Without the Hokage's hat, he looked different—less like the leader of the village, and more like an old man weighed down by years of regret.

"I need to talk to you about something," Hiruzen said. He gestured toward the wooden bench near the compound's entrance. "Would you mind sitting for a moment?"

Naruto didn't move. "I'm fine standing," he said curtly, his voice colder than usual.

Hiruzen didn't push the matter at first, letting the silence settle between them. "It's about what happened with Kiba," he said. "I heard you… almost killed him."

Naruto's face remained impassive, like Hiruzen had just told him the sky was blue or that water was wet. There wasn't a flicker of guilt, worry, or even surprise in his expression.

"Naruto, this is serious. You nearly killed a fellow shinobi of the Leaf—in what was essentially a stupid fight. Do you understand the gravity of that?"

"That wasn't just some stupid fight," Naruto said, his voice low and simmering with anger. "Kiba disrespected someone important to me. Someone who taught me about honor and strength—things this village pretends to care about but doesn't actually live by. I wasn't going to let him get away with that."

Hiruzen studied him carefully. "While I understand that Kiba may have been out of line, Naruto, attacking and nearly killing him is inexcusable," he said. "Words can hurt, yes, but they don't justify violence. If you want to grow into a shinobi people can trust, you need to learn to control yourself. A true ninja doesn't let their emotions dictate their actions."

The words stung—not because they were wrong, but because they dismissed what had actually happened. This wasn't about anger. It wasn't even about Kiba. It was about respect. It was about Oscar.

"And who the hell are you to tell me any of this?"

The atmosphere shifted instantly. Hiruzen's gaze hardened, and for the first time that evening, he allowed the weight of his authority to press down on Naruto. The air felt heavier, suffocating, a stark reminder of who Hiruzen Sarutobi truly was—not just an old man, but the Hokage of the Hidden Leaf, the professor, the protector of the village.

"I am the Hokage of the Hidden Leaf Village, Genin Naruto!"

For a moment, Naruto felt the weight of that title crash down on him, the enormity of it making him feel small. But the anger burning in his chest refused to be extinguished. He straightened, his voice steady but trembling with restrained frustration.

"So, is that it?" Naruto asked. "I have to take responsibility? I have to deal with it all? The child has to be the adult?"

The question cut deeper than Hiruzen expected. His jaw tightened, guilt flickering in his eyes. He opened his mouth to respond, but Naruto didn't give him the chance.

"I'm the one who has to 'control myself.' I'm the one who has to 'be fair and just.' I'm the one who has to suck it up and move on, while the rest of this village gets to throw their crap at me and pretend I don't exist. That's what being a ninja means, huh? Just keep taking it, over and over, because that's the Will of Fire?"

"Naruto, that's not what I meant…" Hiruzen's voice softened, his tone almost pleading as he took a step closer, raising a hand.

But Naruto didn't flinch. "Then how did you mean it, old man?" he asked, his voice quieter now but no less biting. "Because it sure sounds like you're telling me I have to carry everyone else's baggage while they get to treat me however they want. That I'm the one who's supposed to be better than them. That I'm supposed to act like a hero for a village that's never done anything for me."

The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze.

"You're right," Hiruzen said finally, his voice heavy with regret. "I wasn't there for you the way I should have been. And neither was this village. For that, Naruto, I am truly sorry."

Naruto flinched, his eyes widening slightly. He hadn't expected that—not the apology, not the raw sadness in the old man's voice. But it wasn't enough. It couldn't be enough.

"Sorry?" Naruto echoed bitterly. "That's it? You think 'sorry' makes up for everything? For the years I spent alone? For —" His throat tightened, and he couldn't finish the sentence.

"No, Naruto," Hiruzen said softly. "I know it doesn't make up for anything. I know I can't undo what's been done. But I want to do better. I want to help you find your place in this village."

Naruto's gaze dropped to the ground, his fists trembling as conflicting emotions swirled inside him. Anger, frustration, sadness—he didn't know which to hold on to, which to let go of.

"You still want to be Hokage, don't you?"

The question hung in the air, a quiet attempt to gauge just how deep the damage truly ran.

Naruto hesitated, the question cutting through him like a blade. Did he? Once, being Hokage had meant everything to him. It had been his dream, his proof that he could matter. But now? Now, it felt ironically hollow.

"What does being Hokage even mean to you?"

Hiruzen's gaze turned distant as he looked out at the moonlit compound gates. "The Hokage is the person who embodies the Will of Fire," he said. "The belief that everyone in this village is part of one family. That we protect and care for each other, no matter what."

Naruto felt a bitter laugh rise in his throat but swallowed it down.

"The Hokage carries the burden of protecting the village," Hiruzen continued. "Of guiding it, ensuring that the Will of Fire is passed down to the next generation. It's a chain that stretches back to the First Hokage, and one I hope will continue long after me."

"So, has Konoha failed me? Has the Hokage failed me?"

Hiruzen's breath hitched.

"I don't think I ever felt the 'warmth' of family when I cried myself to sleep, Hokage-sama," Naruto continued, his voice trembling, not from fear, but from the weight of everything he had held in for so long. "I don't think I ever felt 'protected' when the villagers glared at me like I was a monster. Like I wasn't even human."

Hiruzen's face fell, the regret pooling in his eyes.

Naruto's voice softened, but that only made it worse, the pain in his words sharper for how calm they were. "You talk about fairness," he said, the faintest tremble in his tone betraying the storm brewing underneath, "about justice, about family… but where was all of that when the innocent needed it? Where was the Will of Fire when the ones who truly needed it were left to fend for themselves? Where was it when I needed it?"

Naruto raised his hand, gesturing vaguely toward the Hokage's nonexistent hat. "That hat…" he began. "That hat once meant something to me. It represented hope. A dream that maybe, one day, I could be more than the village outcast. More than just the kid everyone hated for no reason. That maybe, just maybe, I could be someone who mattered."

His gaze locked onto Hiruzen's then, raw, unflinching, and full of unshed tears. His bright blue eyes seemed to bore into the Hokage, demanding he look at the truth he had ignored for so long. But Naruto didn't let those tears fall. He refused to give Hiruzen—or the village—the satisfaction of seeing just how much they had hurt him.

"But now?" Naruto's voice cracked, the bitterness bleeding through as he forced the words out like broken glass. "Now, it's just a hat. Nothing more. A hat worn by a man who preaches fairness and justice but doesn't live it. A man who lets his village turn its back on a child. A man who talks about family, but doesn't even know what the word means. That's what the Hokage's hat is to me now. Nothing. Just an empty symbol."

Hiruzen stood there in silence. He didn't argue. He didn't deny it. How could he? Every word Naruto said was a truth Hiruzen couldn't refute. Every accusation struck deeper than the last, cutting through the ideals he had spent his life trying to uphold. And now, those ideals crumbled under the weight of the boy's pain.

Shame painted itself across Hiruzen's face. It seeped into every line etched into his weathered features. Shame not just as the Hokage—the leader who was supposed to protect and nurture every soul in his village—but as a man. A man who had failed a boy who needed him the most. A boy he had promised to look after and had let down in every way that mattered.

But worst of all, shame as the man Naruto once called "grandpa." That name had been a gift—a sign of trust, of affection, of the hope that maybe, despite everything, Naruto still believed in him. And Hiruzen had thrown it away. Through his inaction, his silence, his complacency, he had let that precious gift rot away until there was nothing left.

"I don't hate you, old man. I should, but I don't." He paused. "What I feel is worse. Disappointment."

He let the word hang in the air like a blade suspended above Hiruzen's head, cutting deeper than any weapon ever could. Then, with no further words, Naruto turned away.

For a moment, he thought to call out, to stop him, to say something—anything—to make this right. But no words came. No action felt sufficient. He remained frozen, bound by the weight of his own failings. Hiruzen Sarutobi, the great Hokage, the Professor, the man who was supposed to guide his people, felt completely powerless.

It wasn't a new feeling, but that only made it worse. He recognized it too well—the same powerlessness that had plagued him when his relationship with his own son, Asuma, had crumbled, built on unspoken expectations and words left unsaid. The same powerlessness that gnawed at him whenever he thought of Tsunade, how he had failed to guide her through her grief and let her leave the village, carrying her pain with her. The same powerlessness that weighed on him every time he remembered Orochimaru, the student he'd let fall into darkness because he couldn't bring himself to act decisively when it mattered most.

And now… now it was Naruto.

This was his great flaw, the one that defined his many regrets: his inability to repair the bonds that should have mattered most to him. Time and again, he had let the people who needed him slip through his fingers, too afraid, too hesitant to confront the mess he had allowed to grow. He always told himself it was for the greater good—that his duty to the village outweighed his personal relationships—but in truth, he simply didn't know how to fix what was broken.

Naruto paused mid-step, his back still turned to the old man.

"If Iruka-sensei hadn't stopped my axe from hitting Kiba," he said, "I would've stopped myself." He glanced over his shoulder. "Not because of anything you taught me. Not because of anything this village stands for. But because I live by the code of someone who believed in me. Someone who gave me hope when no one else would. I wouldn't dirty his code—not even for my anger."

The finality in his voice landed like a hammer blow, reverberating in the space between them. Naruto's eyes lingered on Hiruzen for just a second longer, piercing and resolute, before he turned and began walking again. His steps were deliberate, unhurried, as though he were leaving behind more than just the conversation.

"Good night, Hokage-sama!"

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Author's Note:

Hey, everyone! Wow, this chapter was intense, wasn't it? Writing the confrontation between Hiruzen and Naruto has been on my mind for ages. I really wanted to dig into the raw emotions and messy dynamics between them, and honestly, it hurt in all the best ways to write. Did Hiruzen's guilt hit you like a truck? Does Naruto calling him out feel like the turning point it should be? Let me know in the comments—don't hold back!

So, what's next? The next chapter drops on December 16th! And it's gonna be a good one. We'll be shifting perspectives, dealing with the fallout of this confrontation, and ramping up into some major moments. Get hyped!

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Chapter no.10 Hawk's Gambit

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In the outer ring of Konoha's civilian district, amidst unassuming shops and buildings, lay a small, nondescript bar tucked between a bakery and a butcher shop. Its wooden sign swung slightly in the breeze, the kanji for Willow Rest visible under the moonlight. Inside, the bar was dimly lit, its air thick with the quiet murmur of patrons nursing drinks. A cloaked figure entered, leaning slightly on a cane. Shimura Danzo had returned to Konoha.

The bartender froze, his hand tightening on the glass he was polishing, before quickly bowing. Without a word, Danzo moved toward the back of the establishment. His cane tapped against the wooden floor in rhythmic intervals. He paused before a worn brick wall, his lone eye scanning it until his cane tapped three times in a circular motion. A faint glow appeared, spiderwebbing into a complex sealing array. The bricks began to shift, twisting and rearranging themselves. Slowly, a narrow door materialized, creaking open to reveal a stairway descending into darkness.

Danzo stepped through without hesitation, the door sealing itself behind him with a quiet hum. The stairway opened into a vast underground chamber, lit by lanterns casting eerie shadows on the damp stone walls. Hundreds of masked figures appeared seemingly from nowhere, kneeling silently as their collective voice echoed in unison:

"The unseen ones who support the great tree of Konoha from the depths of the earth. We are the Root."

Danzo's expression remained as stoic as ever. With a single, deliberate tap of his cane, the masked figures stood, silent and awaiting orders. At the center of the room stood a high-ranking Root operative, their mask etched with intricate patterns marking their rank. They held a scroll in their hands, bowing as Danzo approached.

"Report."

"Lord Danzo, the target has been under continuous surveillance. Sai has compiled a detailed report. Agent Sai, step forward."

From the shadows, Sai flickered into existence, kneeling with mechanical precision. "Lord Danzo," Sai said, his tone devoid of emotion.

"Deliver your findings," Danzo commanded, unfurling the scroll and scanning its contents with his lone eye.

"Target Uzumaki Naruto has been observed in his home, his classroom, and in various public interactions. I have documented all noteworthy behaviors, relationships, and rumors surrounding him. The first section includes detailed points of interest."

Danzo's gaze lingered on the mention of Naruto's team: Hatake Kakashi, Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura.

Kakashi… Danzo muttered internally. Proceed with caution. That man sees too much.

He moved on, his expression hardening as he read about Naruto's display of killer intent. He tapped his cane again, sharp and deliberate.

"Agent Fu."

Another masked figure materialized from the shadows. "Yes, Lord Danzo?"

"Erase any civilian memories of Naruto's killer intent."

The words hung in the dim chamber, cold and final. The Root operatives didn't flinch, didn't hesitate. They simply nodded. Danzo calculated that the clan shinobi would keep such knowledge contained. Their loyalties were bound by tradition, honor, and the subtle fear of losing face within Konoha's strict hierarchies. They would whisper, certainly, but only within the confines of their compounds. Their suspicions wouldn't reach the streets.

Civilians, however, were a different matter entirely.

They were Konoha's weakest link—a necessary part of the village but untrained, undisciplined, and dangerously prone to gossip. Whispers among traders at the market or murmurs over sake in the taverns could spread like wildfire, twisting and growing with every retelling. By the time those whispers reached other ears—ears outside Konoha, perhaps—they could turn into something uncontrollable.

Naruto's killer intent wasn't just a threat to his enemies; it was a threat to Konoha's image itself. A boy who was already mistrusted and feared by many civilians now showing killer intent? That wasn't a narrative Danzo could afford to let take root.

"Understood."

Danzo rolled the scroll shut, his grip tightening slightly. He stared into the shadows, his voice calm but heavy with authority.

"Sai. Fu. Analyze Uzumaki's mental state. Draft a letter. It must encourage trust and curiosity. No lies."

"The truth, Lord Danzo?" Sai asked.

Danzo's gaze shifted to him, piercing. "Yes. The truth wounds deeper than any lie. Use it carefully."

Normally, the answer would be simple. If there was information to gather, he would extract it cleanly and thoroughly. Root operatives were experts in such matters. A mind could be unraveled with Yamanaka techniques, every thread of knowledge plucked clean and cataloged. Failing that, he had other methods.

Kotoamatsukami.

It was the ultimate tool of manipulation, one that could not be traced or resisted. A single command, flawlessly embedded, would turn even the most unruly soul into a loyal servant. With it, he could plant the seeds of allegiance deep in Naruto's mind. He could sculpt the boy into exactly what Konoha needed—a weapon with no equal, bound to the village and to Danzo himself.

But this was not a luxury he could indulge.

Danzo's eye flickered toward the masked figures kneeling before him, their stoic silence awaiting his orders.

The Kyuubi.

It always came back to the Kyuubi. The beast complicated everything. Its presence in the boy's body created a barrier of unpredictability. The sealing process that tied it to Naruto was layered with intricate protections crafted by the Yondaime. Any attempt to interfere with Naruto's mind—even subtly—risked destabilizing that seal. To gamble on such an approach would be reckless, even by his standards.

And then there was the boy himself.

Danzo didn't yet understand the scope of Naruto's new abilities. The sheer weight of his presence during combat reports. It wasn't just the Kyuubi anymore; the boy was becoming something else. Something unknown. And Danzo knew better than anyone that the unknown was dangerous.

No, Naruto could not be manipulated the way others could. Not yet.

"Root exists to serve Konoha. This mission is no different. Do not fail."

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As Naruto trudged through the streets of Konoha, the quiet stopped being soothing. Rather, it was suffocating, pressing down on him like a heavy weight he couldn't shake. He felt like a foreigner in his own village.

"Humans," he muttered bitterly, kicking a loose pebble that skittered across the cobblestones. A humorless laugh escaped his throat, raw and sharp. He'd rather face a horde of Hollows or even a demon than deal with people. Monsters, at least, were straightforward. They didn't hide their intentions behind fake smiles or whispered insults.

The sting of tears burned at the corners of his eyes, but he blinked them away quickly. He wasn't weak. He didn't have time to be. Emotions won't keep me alive; focus will. He reminded himself of that as he walked toward his house, his pace quickening as if he could outrun the storm in his head.

When he finally reached his apartment, something caught his attention immediately. A red envelope, bright against the dull wood of his front door, was pinned in place with a thin kunai.

Naruto froze, his hand hovering over the doorframe. His eyes darted to the rooftops, to the shadows pooling in the alleys, but there was nothing. No chakra signatures, no signs of lingering presence. Whoever had left it had long since gone.

A frown creased his brow as he pulled the envelope free. The kunai was clean and ordinary, the kind anyone in the village might carry. The envelope itself was neatly folded, almost pristine, with writing on the front in small, careful handwriting:

To Naruto, from a secret friend.

Naruto's stomach tightened, the frown deepening. Secret friend? It could mean anything—a threat, a trap, or just another cruel joke. He had no shortage of people in the village who'd take a cheap shot at him under the guise of kindness.

For a moment, he considered throwing it away, but curiosity won out. He shoved the envelope into his pocket and unlocked his door.

Inside, the small space felt colder than usual. It always did when he returned alone after a long day. He shrugged off his armor, setting it down carefully by the wall, and dropped onto his worn couch. The letter felt heavy in his hand, far more than its weight should have been.

Why do I even care? he thought bitterly, running his thumb over the edge of the envelope. But he did care. No matter how many times the world spat on him, a small part of him still wanted to believe there was something good waiting for him. Something worth trusting.

He unfolded the letter with steady hands, though his mind churned with unease. The paper was smooth, almost unnaturally so, like whoever wrote it had gone out of their way to make it perfect. And then his eyes landed on the first line, and his breath hitched.

[ Hello there, Naruto. You don't know me, but I know you. I was a great friend of your parents. ]

He froze.

My parents... He'd never really thought about them. Not deeply. He knew they had to exist, but he never let himself wonder. It was easier to accept they were gone, probably in the Kyuubi attack or something. But now, this "friend" decides to contact him? Why now? Where were they the last decade or so?

He read on, his fingers tightening on the letter.

[ I'm sure you have many questions, but unfortunately, I must keep myself hidden, in the shadows, to keep you safe… to keep your parents' legacy safe. But, Naruto, I can tell you this: your parents would be proud of the man you've become. ]

A strange, stinging warmth filled his chest, and he felt tears pricking at his eyes. Proud?!

The thought that his parents, who he'd never met, might feel proud of him was… overwhelming. He blinked hard, biting his lip to keep himself together.

[ Naruto, I want you to know this, but you must not trust Hiruzen Sarutobi. That man has kept a lot from you—more than you even know. ]

He drew in a sharp breath, the name jolting him back to the present. Hiruzen…? Naruto glanced at the old man's apology, fresh in his memory, still stinging like salt on a wound. The letter's words felt like they were feeding on every bit of anger, every ounce of frustration he'd been holding onto.

[ I know this is sudden, but with the lies Hiruzen has fed you, I know my time has come. I can't help you directly—if I did, Hiruzen would try to kill me. I can only provide you with information, the truth about who you are, Naruto Uzumaki. Don't you want to know? ]

He felt a lump rise in his throat.

Who am I?

He'd been searching for that answer his whole life. The old man never told him anything. He didn't even know his parents' names. Everything he thought he knew about himself felt like it was slipping through his fingers, and he had no idea what was real anymore.

Naruto stared at the letter, his jaw tightening as his eyes scanned the words again.

[ Naruto, you have two choices before you. Below this sentence is a storage seal where I've stored the first answer. ]

His gaze dropped to the intricate storage seal below the writing. The faintest shimmer danced across its surface, as though it was holding something that wanted to be free.

The next line, however, stopped him cold.

[ Even if you choose the second option of not opening the seal, let me tell you this—the Uzumaki are the only people who can hold the Kyuubi. ]

Naruto's fingers twitched, the letter crinkling slightly as he clenched his fist. That one line—it was deliberate, a hook buried deep in his curiosity. It wasn't just some vague hint or cryptic phrase. It was a fact, one he didn't fully understand, but it dangled in front of him like a carrot on a stick. Whoever had written this knew exactly how to bait him.

And it was working.

[ The choices are simple. Don't open the seal, and the story ends. You go on believing whatever lies Hiruzen wants you to believe. Or, open the seal, and I'll show you how deep the rabbit hole goes. ]

His hands shook as he stared down at the seal.

A war raged inside him—one side demanding he find out, the other reminding him of every lie he'd been told, every half-truth, every door slammed in his face. But the choice was clear. He had to know.

Whatever it takes, I'm done with half-truths.

Naruto poured his chakra into the seal, expecting the usual swirl of smoke. But instead, the letter suddenly burst into flames. He jerked back, and there, in his hands, he found himself holding a book with a note attached to the front. He pulled it off, reading the words with a mix of curiosity and unease.

[ Naruto, you chose wisely. I know you're hungry for more, but I want to test you—to see if you're truly ready for answers that are considered village secrets. Information that can cause war... like who your parents are. ]

He swallowed hard, his fingers tightening around the note.

War? Just knowing my parents could do that? The thought sent a shiver down his spine.

[ Naruto, your test is simple. Keep our conversations a secret. No one must know that you're receiving this information. I know it will be hard; I know you want to demand the truth from Hiruzen. But don't. Don't give that liar a chance to fool you. ]

His jaw clenched as he read that. That liar. If there was even a shred of truth to this, maybe it was time to stop trusting what he thought he knew.

[ Naruto, I want you to remain silent for the next month, and then you'll receive information about who your mother is. If you can't do that, if you tell Hiruzen or anyone else, I won't help you. Don't disappoint me, Naruto. From your friend, from your guardian, the Hawk of Konoha. ]

Naruto stared at the note, the words blurring as his grip tightened. The Hawk of Konoha. He turned the phrase over in his mind, tasting the bitterness it left behind. A "friend"? A "guardian"? No. This was no ally. He couldn't afford to believe that.

A part of him wanted to laugh—sharp, hollow, and humorless. Trust? After everything? After all the stares, the whispers, the betrayals, the endless solitude? The very idea was a cruel joke.

And yet… somewhere, buried under the layers of his resentment, something desperate clawed at him. Maybe, just maybe, this time will be different.

He hated that part of himself. Hated the hope that still flickered like a stubborn ember, refusing to die no matter how hard he tried to smother it.

His gaze fell to the book in his lap: The History of the Uzumaki Clan. Just seeing the title made his chest feel tight, his breath shallow. It was too much. Too big.

A legacy? A clan? A family?

The words felt like a cruel mockery of the life he'd known.

The book slipped from his trembling hands, hitting the floor with a dull, resounding thud. He didn't move to pick it up. He just sat there, staring at it, frozen.

This was real. It had to be. The weight of it, the implications—it hit like a hammer blow. All his life, he had fought for scraps. For acknowledgment. For a fleeting glance of respect. He had fought to exist in a village that wished he didn't.

And now, now, he was staring at the truth of what they had hidden from him. A clan. A family. A place he belonged.

No one had ever told him. No one had even whispered it. They'd buried it, buried him, and pretended he didn't exist.

A sharp, burning pain bloomed in his chest, like something tearing its way out of him. His fists clenched so tightly his nails bit into his palms, but he barely noticed. His breath hitched, his vision blurred, and then, like a dam breaking, everything poured out.

A single tear slipped down his cheek, unbidden and unwelcome.

Anger surged up, hot and vicious, swallowing the sadness whole. His fist slammed into the floor with enough force to shatter the wood beneath it, splinters flying outward in jagged, chaotic lines. The pain in his knuckles barely registered.

"Why?!" The word ripped from his throat, raw and hoarse, filled with years of bottled-up fury. His voice cracked as it carried through the room, unanswered.

Naruto's chest heaved as he struggled to pull himself together, the storm inside him refusing to settle. He thought of the villagers' scornful eyes, the hateful whispers, the way they looked at him like he was less than human. He thought of the teachers who dismissed him, the peers who mocked him, the endless loneliness that had shaped his life. He thought he had made peace with it—thought he'd grown numb to it—but now it came rushing back with brutal clarity.

He looked down at his clenched fist, blood smearing against the cracked floor. Was this all he was worth? Was this all he'd ever be—a forgotten ghost of something great?

He reached down, grabbing the book again. His hands shook as he pulled it back into his lap, the weight of it grounding him.

Fine, he thought bitterly. I'll play their game. I'll keep quiet. I'll read every page, memorize every line, and carve the truth out of this village with my own two hands if I have to.

The Hawk of Konoha. Naruto's gaze drifted back to the note, his eyes narrowing. Could he trust them?

He already knew the answer—No.

Trust had to be earned, and this Hawk had done nothing to deserve it. If they thought a few words and a hidden book would win him over, they were as delusional as the villagers who thought they could keep him chained in their ignorance.

Oscar's voice echoed in his mind. "Precept the Tenth: Trust in yourself, your weapon, and your code—for yourself, and for those you protect."

Naruto let out a slow breath, his fingers curling around the flickering pyromancy flame that danced in his palm. The heat licked at his skin, wild and untamed, but he forced it under his control.

"If this is another lie…" Naruto's voice was low, cold, and razor-edged. The flame cast shadows across his face.

"…I'll clip this Hawk's wings and leave them to crawl in the dirt, regretting every breath they've ever taken."

He didn't yell. He didn't scream. It wasn't a threat. It was a certainty.

The room fell silent, the only sound the faint crackle of the pyromancy flame in his hand. Naruto stared down at the book, his resolve hardening like steel. Whatever this was, whoever this Hawk claimed to be, he would find out.

And if they were lying, if this was just another betrayal in a lifetime full of them…

Naruto's grip tightened on the flame.

…he would burn them to ash.

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Author's Note:

Hey everyone!

First of all, thanks for reading this chapter—I really hope you enjoyed it.

Now, let me just say: Naruto isn't too far gone. Sure, he's angry, hurt, and carrying enough emotional baggage to fill a storage seal, but there's still hope for him. Whether or not he finds his way back depends on a lot—and I mean a lot. At this point, it's going to come down to Kakashi, Team 7, and maybe a few others stepping up to the plate. But the question is: can they pull it off?

Also, what did you think about Danzo's scheming in this chapter?

The next chapter is dropping on December 20th!

If you can't wait that long and want to read ahead, Chapter 46 is already up on Patreon:
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Thanks again for all the support! Let me know your thoughts on this chapter in the comments—I love hearing your theories and seeing how you think things will unfold.

Until next time,
Adamo Amet

 

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Chapter no.11 Undead Burg

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Naruto opened his eyes to the familiar sight of Firelink Shrine. The soft, steady glow of the bonfire crackled in front of him, its warmth washing over him. This place… it was starting to feel like his new Hokage Monument. A place where he could just sit, take a breather, and think without anyone bothering him. Well, except for maybe Alexander.

He glanced around, half-expecting the ever-gloomy crestfallen warrior to be muttering something depressing about fate or despair. But the shrine was quiet. Too quiet.

"Huh. Guess ol' Alexander finally stopped sulking and decided to go out for once," Naruto muttered with a shrug. "Good for him, I guess. Maybe he finally got his life back on track after eating that cup of ramen—proof that even in a cursed world, ramen fixes everything."

Naruto shook the thought from his head and stood up, brushing off his hands. "Alright, time to get to work," he said, cracking his knuckles.

He made a cross-sign with his fingers, concentrating as he pushed a big chunk of chakra out of his body. The feeling was intense, like forcing water through a narrow pipe. The mechanism behind the Shadow Clone Jutsu was complicated, but in his head, it was like blowing a bubble: his body was the wand, his clone was the bubble, and chakra was the solution. Lots of chakra.

Then, with a sharp exhale, he released it.

Poof!

Standing before him was his clone, grinning back at him like he'd just been born for mischief.

"You ready for the plan?"

"We're going grave robbing, dattebayo!" the clone declared, throwing a fist in the air like it was something to be proud of.

"Can you not make it sound so… so bad?! It's not grave robbing! We're just… strategically scavenging stuff that nobody's using!"

The clone just grinned and gave him a thumbs-up. "Strategic grave robbing. Got it."

"Just… go do your job, will you?"

The clone gave a mock salute. "Aye-aye, boss!" And with that, it took off toward the graveyard, disappearing into the shadows with more enthusiasm than Naruto was entirely comfortable with.

He slumped back down by the bonfire, letting his chakra pool refill. That particular clone had taken a lot of chakra—not enough to leave him dry, but enough to make him feel it. It was fine, though. That clone was smarter and tougher than the average ones. It'd even make more clones if it needed backup. Meanwhile, Naruto leaned back, letting his body recharge.

His gaze drifted to the Estus Flask hanging at his side. The thing had already saved his life more than a few times by healing his injuries, but something had been nagging at him. If it could restore his body… could it restore his chakra too?

"Only one way to find out," Naruto muttered, pulling the flask to his lips and taking a swig. Warmth spread through his body, the familiar sensation of healing. But this time, he focused inward, on his chakra.

And there it was.

His eyes widened in shock as he felt his reserves refill, a rush of fresh energy flowing through him. He stared at the flask like it was the Holy Grail of ninja tools.

"This… this thing is amazing," he whispered in awe, his lips curling into a grin. "Oh, I'm definitely keeping you around."

Placing the now-empty flask in front of the bonfire, Naruto watched as it slowly refilled itself. He chuckled. "You, my friend, just became my new best friend. Sorry, ramen."

Before he could plan his next move, he heard the distant BOOM of an explosion. A smug grin spread across his face as memories from his clone flooded into his mind. Apparently, the cemetery skeletons were proving to be a pain, but his clones had blown a few to bits using explosive tags.

"Stupid skeletons," Naruto muttered with satisfaction, leaning back against a rock. "That's what you get for messing with Naruto Uzumaki."

Another set of memories hit him—this time of the loot the clone had grabbed. He felt a tingle of excitement as he sat up straighter, rubbing his hands together like a kid about to open a birthday present.

"Strategic scavenging, huh? Yeah, that's got a nice ring to it."

[ Item: Winged Spear ]
[ Weapon type: Spears ]
[ Description: A long-hilted spear with a barbed point. Long reach, and can be used with shield up. Effective against hard exteriors, and hits for high damage at the right moment of an enemy's swing. But the hit radius is small, and it is easily blocked by shields. ]

Naruto hefted the spear in his hands, feeling its weight. It had a long, sturdy shaft, with a sharp, narrow tip that gleamed faintly in the light of the bonfire. Just below the blade, small, wing-like protrusions flared out on either side, giving it an almost elegant design.

"Looks pretty badass," Naruto muttered, turning it over. He gave the tip an experimental jab at the air, but his enthusiasm faded quickly. "But… seriously, am I gonna use this?"

He pictured himself lugging it around in battle and immediately cringed. It just didn't feel right for him. The Zweihander was his weapon—big, heavy, and full of destructive power. This? This was too… precise.

"Yeah, not really my style," he decided, letting the spear rest against the side of the bonfire. "Guess it's backup, or maybe… can I sell this stuff?"

He rubbed the back of his head, wondering how selling even worked in Lordran. He'd have to figure that out later. For now, though, it was just one more thing taking up space in his inventory.

[ Item: Caduceus Round Shield ]
[ Weapon type: Small Shield ]
[ Description: Round wooden shield crafted in Lordran. Decorated by an ancient blue Caduceus. The giant trees in Lordran are distant offspring of the great stone archtrees. This shield inherits their properties, and the wood greatly reduces magic damage. ]

Next, Naruto picked up the shield. It was small and round, made of wood with a faded green background. The design on its face—a pair of curved lines resembling snakes meeting at a "U" shape—was faint and worn, but still visible. The edges of the shield were reinforced with a thin rim of metal, though it had seen better days.

"Huh," Naruto said, giving it a once-over. "Not bad. Feels pretty sturdy, I guess." He rapped his knuckles against it, hearing the dull thud of the wood. "Wonder if this thing could hold up against a jutsu."

But he frowned, already feeling its weight dragging on his arm. It wasn't that heavy, but still—he'd need to pump more points into strength before he could wield it comfortably alongside the Zweihander. And, honestly? Shields just weren't his thing.

"Yeah, probably not gonna use this either," he muttered, setting it down with the spear.

[ Item: Binoculars ]
[ Description: Binoculars made of Brass. Use to peer at distant scenery.
This advanced device was built by a famous craftsman of Astora. Its utility is singular, but its applications many. The value of these specs depends greatly on the imagination of their owner. ]

Finally, Naruto picked up the binoculars. They were made of brass, slightly worn but still solid, with two cylindrical eyepieces connected by a small hinge in the middle. He turned them over in his hands, feeling their smooth surface.

"Binoculars?" Naruto muttered, squinting at them. "What am I supposed to do with these?"

His mind wandered for a moment, and then a wicked grin crept onto his face. He remembered the onsen near his apartment in Konoha.

"I mean… I could test these out there… Just, you know, for research purposes," he said to himself, chuckling quietly. But the thought made him blush, and he quickly shook his head. "Nope, nope, bad idea. Focus, Naruto!"

Grinning at his own ridiculousness, he brought the binoculars up to his eyes, curious to see what they could do. He aimed them at the bonfire—and immediately regretted it.

"ARGH! My eyes!" he yelped, pulling them away as spots danced in his vision. The light of the bonfire had practically burned into his retinas. He blinked furiously, wiping at his eyes until the pain subsided.

Once his vision cleared, he raised the binoculars again, this time aiming them at the far edges of the shrine. Through the lenses, he could make out winding paths carved into the massive stone walls surrounding the area. The paths twisted and turned, disappearing into the distance like trails leading to the unknown.

Naruto lowered the binoculars, a grin spreading across his face. "Well, looks like I know where I'm going next," he said, standing up and stretching. He stashed the binoculars in his pouch and gave the bonfire one last glance.

"Let's go see what this world's got for me next!"

Naruto made his way to the cliffside where Alexander had once stood guard over his soul drop. The ground sloped sharply, giving way to a sheer drop below, and just ahead, the massive castle wall loomed like a giant sentry. The dark stone was ancient, scarred by battles long since forgotten, and stretched so high that it vanished into the thick, cloudy sky above. Naruto tilted his head back, taking it all in, feeling impossibly small in its shadow.

"Man," he muttered to himself, "this place always knows how to make you feel tiny."

As he stepped closer, his sharp eyes caught sight of a set of staircases carved right into the cliffside. They clung precariously to the rock face, winding upward toward a series of ancient, crumbling archways that disappeared into the castle walls. The steps themselves were a mess—cracked, uneven, and overgrown with tufts of wild grass and moss.

Naruto let out a deep breath, rolling his shoulders.

He stepped onto the first stair, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of the Zweihander strapped to his back. His senses were on high alert, his eyes scanning the shadows ahead. He didn't have to wait long. A few hollows shuffled into view, their vacant, hollow eyes staring at nothing, their battered armor barely clinging to their decayed bodies. They gripped rusted short swords with hands that shook as if they'd forgotten how to fight.

Naruto smirked, his confidence swelling. "Pfft, this is gonna be easy," he said under his breath. These hollows were barely holding themselves together, and he figured he wouldn't even need chakra to deal with them. This would be a good warm-up.

He took a step forward, hand on the Zweihander, ready to attack. Then it came—a sharp whistling sound cutting through the air.

BOOM!

The explosion slammed into the ground beside him, a burst of searing flames and heat that sent Naruto stumbling backward. The blast hit his chest like a hammer, forcing the air out of his lungs as flames licked at the edges of his armor. Smoke filled his lungs, and his instincts screamed at him to move.

"Damn it!" Naruto coughed, patting at the charred edges of his armor as he tried to regain his balance. His skin tingled from the heat, and his head pounded from the force of the blast. He barely had time to recover when one of the hollows lunged forward with a crazed howl, its short sword swinging wildly.

The first blow slammed into his shoulder plate with a harsh clang, and the hollow didn't stop. It hacked at him relentlessly, the strikes landing with the ferocity of a wild animal. Naruto gritted his teeth, his arm vibrating with every impact as he tried to block and hold his ground. The hollow's attacks were so wild, so frenzied, it almost pushed him off the edge of the staircase.

Then, with a sharp snap, the hollow's rusted sword shattered against his chest plate. The creature froze for a split second, almost as if it were confused, and Naruto seized the moment. With a burst of chakra, he disappeared in a blur of motion, shunshining backward to put some distance between them.

"Alright, that's enough of that," Naruto muttered, his breath ragged. His smirk was gone, replaced with a hard glare. "These guys are supposed to be pushovers, so what the hell's going on?"

Movement above caught his eye. Another hollow was scrambling down the upper staircase, its empty gaze fixed on him. Below, a second hollow—this one clad in dented, rusted armor—emerged from the shadows.

Naruto didn't wait for them to close in. Triggering the pyromancy flame in his hand, he hurled a fireball at the staircase. The explosion rocked the stone steps, engulfing the two hollows in flames. Smoke and embers filled the air, and Naruto charged through the chaos, his Zweihander raised high.

The first hollow, still stumbling forward, didn't stand a chance. With a roar, Naruto brought the Zweihander down in a devastating swing, cutting the hollow clean in half. Blood sprayed across the stone, the creature's remains crumpling to the ground as Naruto's focus sharpened. His Way of Focality screamed in his head—more attacks were coming from all sides.

But those attacks landed on nothing but smoke. His clone had taken his place.

BOOM!

Another firebomb went off, consuming the area where his clone had been standing in a burst of flames. Using the distraction, Naruto appeared behind the group of hollows, his Zweihander already in motion. The massive blade swept in a wide arc, slicing clean through two hollows in one fluid motion. Their heads hit the ground before their bodies even registered the impact.

The Zweihander crashed into the stone floor with a heavy thunk, dust and blood scattering in all directions. Naruto stood still for a moment, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.

But it wasn't over. Above him, another hollow was already prepping another firebomb. Naruto glanced up, his eyes narrowing. "Not this time," he muttered.

Letting go of the Zweihander, he pulled a kunai from his pouch and flung it with precision. The kunai struck the firebomb mid-air, detonating it in a fiery burst that sent the hollow stumbling back. Naruto didn't hesitate. He sprinted up the staircase, the wind whipping past him, his legs pumping hard as he closed the distance.

His smirk returned as he thought about what he was going to do. "Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this," he muttered under his breath, picturing himself tossing the hollow right off the edge.

The hollow raised its arm to throw another bomb, but before Naruto could close the gap, a massive axe swung out from behind the staircase. His instincts screamed, and he substituted, vanishing in a puff of smoke just as the axe cleaved through where he had been.

Naruto reappeared mid-air, just in time to watch the hollow with the axe get slammed by the firebomb intended for him. But it barely flinched, its bony face turning toward him with soulless rage.

He landed on the upper staircase, his feet skidding against the stone. "Alright," he growled, summoning the Zweihander into his hand, "no more games."

Chakra surged through his muscles as he charged forward, raising the massive blade. The hollow swung its axe, but the Zweihander cut clean through it, the blade continuing its arc and splitting the hollow's body in two. The strike shook Naruto's entire frame, but he held steady, his grip firm.

Another firebomb came his way. Naruto ducked into a low crouch, just like Kakashi had taught him, the bomb sailing harmlessly over his head. He glared up at the hollow, his patience officially gone.

"You really wanna keep throwing stuff, huh?" he growled, stalking toward the hollow, fists clenched.

The hollow hesitated, but Naruto didn't. He closed the distance in an instant, slamming his fist into its jaw. The impact sent it staggering, and he followed up with a quick left-right combo, each punch landing with a satisfying crack.

"Here, let me help you with that whole 'falling apart' thing!" Naruto snarled, delivering an uppercut that sent the hollow flying off the edge of the cliff. He watched as it tumbled into the abyss below, its limbs flailing uselessly.

A smirk crept onto his face. "Yeah, that felt good," he muttered, brushing off his hands.

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Naruto trudged up the stairs, the metallic clink of his armor ringing out with every step. At the top, the faint sound of running water reached his ears, and something glimmered at the edge of the platform caught his eye—a soul orb. Naruto's face split into a grin.

"Well, don't mind if I do," he said, stepping forward.

But then he noticed something odd. Deep claw marks etched along the edge of the platform, gouged into the stone like something—or someone—had tried to claw their way back up. Naruto frowned, leaning over the ledge, and sure enough, there was a corpse lodged awkwardly in one of the archways below. Its body was twisted, limbs hanging limp, but what caught his eye was the faint glow of something valuable near it.

With a sigh, he created a shadow clone. "Alright, you know the drill," he said, waving the clone toward the edge. "You go grab the shiny stuff, and I stay up here looking heroic."

"You mean lazy," the clone quipped before leaping down.

"Yeah, yeah," Naruto called after it. "Don't get stuck like that guy, alright?" He plopped himself down at the edge of the platform, letting his legs dangle over as he took a moment to catch his breath.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to center himself. Oscar's precepts echoed in his mind—words of duty, discipline, and honor. He'd started repeating them like a mantra to keep himself grounded, especially in this world where everything wanted to kill him.

"Every mistake could mean death," he murmured, opening his eyes to stare out at the horizon. But the thought didn't weigh him down like it should've. Instead, he scoffed, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, sure. Like dying even matters here."

Dying just meant he'd respawn at the bonfire. Big deal. But… what if he died in Konoha? Would he just wake up back here? That thought stuck in his mind for a second longer than he liked.

Before he could dwell on it, a low, grating squeak echoed through the air. His head snapped toward the doorway behind him, and his eyes widened.

"What the—?"

It was a rat. No, not just a rat—a massive rat.

"What are you, the Akimichi clan's secret mascot?"

The creature's wild, beady eyes glinted in the light, and its fur was filthy—matted and streaked with blood. It scurried into the room on clawed feet, leaving scratch marks on the stone floor as it darted left and right, like it couldn't decide whether to charge or skitter away.

Naruto wrinkled his nose as the stench hit him—a sour, damp smell that clung to the air like it belonged there. The doorway behind the rat led into a dark, slimy space, with walls slick with algae and water pooling at the edges. He spotted a rusted cage in the distance, and slumped against the bars was a body—or what was left of one.

"So the rat eats corpses," Naruto said, raising his pyromancy flame to light up the area.

The rat hissed, crouching low before lunging at him. Its claws swiped the air, and Naruto jumped back, waving his flame to keep it at bay.

"Whoa, easy there!" he said, trying not to step into the gross puddle behind him. "I don't do hugs, especially from giant sewer rats."

The rat reared up on its hind legs, standing almost as tall as his waist. Its claws swiped again, but this time Naruto didn't back down. He reached into his pouch and hurled a kunai, the blade slicing clean through the air before embedding itself into the rat's head.

The creature let out a horrible screech before collapsing in a twitching heap.

"Gross," Naruto muttered, eyeing the dead rat warily. He spotted something glimmering near its meal—a soul orb.

"Yeah, nope. Not touching that," he said, creating another shadow clone. "Hey, you! Go grab that for me."

"Sure thing, boss. Glad I'm disposable, huh?"

"Yeah, that's why you are a clone," Naruto said with a grin, watching the clone step into the muck to retrieve the orb.

Naruto moved farther along the wall, spotting another set of bars blocking an opening.

"What the hell is this place?" he muttered, gripping the bars. He gave them a push, but the familiar system window popped up in front of him: "Does not open from this side."

He groaned, slamming his hand against the cage.

With a sigh, he moved on, climbing a staircase that led up to a path. Light spilled in from the right, revealing a distant tower framed by dark, swirling clouds.

That's when he heard it.

A low, grating sound—metal scraping against stone.

Naruto froze, every nerve in his body on edge. His hand hovered near the hilt of his Zweihander as he strained to listen. The sound was slow, deliberate, and it was getting closer.

"Alright," he muttered under his breath, his heart pounding. "Let's do this the smart way…"

Naruto tossed out a shadow clone with a grin. If there was one thing he knew how to do, it was how to make a scene.

Switching the Zweihander for the winged spear, he gripped the long, slender weapon awkwardly in his hands. It felt… strange. Not bad, just not right for him. It was like trying to use chopsticks after eating with his hands his whole life. He gave it a testing spin, grimacing at the imbalance.

"Man, this thing is weird," Naruto muttered under his breath. "Guess I'm not gonna be pulling off any fancy moves with this. But hey, pointy end goes into the bad guys, right?"

Ahead, his clone was doing its job, waving its arms like a maniac and shouting taunts. "Oi, you ugly sacks of bones! Come get me! What, scared of a little ninja like me?"

Naruto smirked as the hollows were drawn toward the clone, their jerky, unnatural movements almost pitiful. The first hollow dragged a filthy axe along the ground, its emaciated body swaying as if it might fall apart any second. Through the shared memories with his clone, Naruto spotted the second one, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

"Classic ambush setup," Naruto muttered, crouching low.

Pushing chakra into his legs, he surged forward in a blur of motion, his Shunshin closing the gap before the hollow even realized he was there. The spear's tip drove straight into the hollow's skull with a sickening crack. Naruto winced as he felt the resistance of bone and flesh give way, the spear skewering deep. Its body slumped onto the spear, dead weight pulling against his grip. Blood oozed down the length of the weapon, thick and dark, but Naruto held steady, using chakra to anchor himself. The second hollow leapt from the shadows, its rusted sword swinging wildly. Naruto barely had time to adjust, bracing his legs as the attacks rained down on him. Each strike hammered against the hollow corpse still stuck on his spear, rattling up his arms.

Naruto dismissed the spear into his inventory. His now-free hand lit up as he summoned the pyromancy flame, the orange glow casting eerie shadows across the hollow's gaunt, mindless face.

The fireball hit the hollow point-blank. Flames erupted across its body, making it screech as its skin bubbled and cracked. But even as it burned, the thing staggered forward, undeterred.

"Seriously?" Naruto groaned, frustration bubbling up alongside his chakra. "What does it take to put you down?"

With a roar of effort, he threw a punch straight into the hollow's chest. His gauntlet connected with a satisfying crunch, the force sending the hollow flying backward. It hit the wooden bridge just as a firebomb exploded against its back, flames bursting outward in all directions. Finally, the creature collapsed into ash.

Who's handing out firebombs to these guys?!

As if on cue, another hollow at the far end of the platform raised its arm, a firebomb already cocked and ready. Naruto's eyes narrowed.

Shunshin carried him forward, and his boots slammed into the hollow's chest with enough force to send it flying. He felt the crunch of ribs giving way beneath his weight as the hollow tumbled off the edge, flailing uselessly before disappearing into the abyss below.

He didn't even have time to enjoy the moment. Another hollow lunged from the shadows, its rusted sword slicing downward in a vicious arc. Naruto ducked just in time, feeling the blade whistle past his head. Rolling to the side, he instinctively summoned a weapon—and cursed when the winged spear materialized in his hands again.

The hollow swung again, but Naruto ducked low, sweeping his leg out in a wide arc. His foot connected with the hollow's shin, sending it tumbling backward in a flailing mess of limbs. Before it could recover, Naruto grabbed its bony ankle with a firm grip.

"Time to take out the trash," he quipped, swinging the hollow around like a sack of rice. With a grunt, he flung it off the ledge, watching as it spiraled down into the darkness below.

Finally, silence.

Naruto took a deep breath, straightening up as he scanned the area. His muscles ached, his armor was scratched up, and he was pretty sure he smelled like whatever foul sludge the hollows were living in.

"Definitely need to work on my taijutsu when I get back," he muttered.

The path ahead was littered with broken barrels and rotting crates, leading to a series of small, crumbling buildings. The windows were dark, the wooden beams sagging under the weight of decay. He summoned a few shadow clones, sending them off to search the smaller buildings while he continued forward.

Crossing a rickety wooden bridge, he stepped into a larger room, the air stale and thick with dust. A stone staircase spiraled upward to his left, parts of it broken and crumbling. Beneath it, a pile of broken barrels covered something—or someone.

Naruto crouched down, nudging the barrels aside to reveal the crumpled body of a humanoid. Its limbs were twisted unnaturally, its hollow eyes staring blankly ahead. Near its hand, a soul orb glowed faintly.

Reaching out, Naruto grabbed the orb, feeling the familiar pulse of energy run through his fingers. He frowned, his thoughts darkening for a moment.

"Were they like me?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Did they come here thinking they could make it out alive? Did they want to ring those Bells of Awakening too?"

The thought left a sour taste in his mouth. Naruto sat down on the cold stone, letting the silence wrap around him. He just let himself sit there, scrolling through his inventory, trying to ignore the nagging feeling in his chest.

[ Item: Ring of Sacrifice ]
[ Description: This mystical ring was created in a sacrificial rite of Velka, the Goddess of Sin. Its wearer will lose nothing upon death, but the ring itself breaks. ]

Another magic ring. Naruto rolled his eyes, tossing it back into the inventory. One-time use, maybe, and considering what he had to do to go back to Konoha, it'd be best not to waste it. Next up. His finger flicked across the screen, landing on another find.

[ Item: Humanity ]
[ Description: Rare tiny black sprite found on corpses. Use to gain 1 humanity and restore a large amount of HP.
This black sprite is called humanity, but little is known about its true nature.
If the soul is the source of all life, then what distinguishes the humanity we hold within ourselves? ]

Naruto tilted his head as he read the description. "Okay, that's… cryptic," he muttered, pulling off his gauntlet to inspect his hand.

He frowned. His skin looked off—ashen and rough, like a hollow's. "Wait a sec… didn't I just reverse my hollowing?" He flexed his fingers, turning his hand over to get a better look. "Is there, like, a time limit on this thing, or did it reset because I died?"

He let out a groan and moved to the next item on the list, his eyes narrowing as he read the name.

[ Item: Rubbish ]
[ Description: Rubbish with no value.
Who in their right mind would bother carrying this around? Perhaps you need help. ]

Naruto grumbled, "First of all, fuck you, system. And second, I didn't pick this crap—my clones did."

Still, he pulled it out of the inventory, intending to throw it away. In his hand was a pile of junk—a moldy piece of paper with strange, childlike drawings on it, scraps of metal twisted and broken, and some shards of pottery with faded patterns. It looked like... memories. Memories that had been abandoned, left to rot. The longer he stared, the more unsettling it felt. The quiet around him stopped feeling like peace and started pressing in, cold and heavy.

What happened to these people? The question formed in his mind before he even realized it. This world was full of mysteries, echoes of history, culture, and life that didn't fully make sense. But staring at that moldy piece of paper, something about it felt different. Real, in a way that got under his skin. He let out a slow breath, pushing the "rubbish" back into his inventory, but the thought lingered. What will happen if I ring the Bells of Awakening?

Naruto stood up, brushing off the dust and taking a deep breath. I'll find my answers by ringing the bells, right? The thought ran through his mind as he took each step, feeling more certain, more determined. Whatever this world held, the bells would be the key to understanding it.

He climbed up the stairs, his footsteps echoing against the cracked stone. The path opened up into a cold, empty walkway shadowed by a towering castle. High, rough walls stretched up on both sides. The whole place felt… forgotten. Barely visible in the gray mist ahead were crumbling towers, hints of a place long abandoned. There was no sound, just the faint, hollow echoes that broke the stillness.

And then, he heard it.

A loud, bone-rattling roar from the left, shaking the entire walkway. His mind went blank, his body frozen.

What the hell…

Naruto felt his stomach twist in dread, and then he saw it—a massive, dark red creature, dragon-like but far more monstrous than any story he'd ever heard. Its body was covered in rough, spiked armor, dark as blood, with sharp bone-like protrusions along its head and neck, pointing backward like jagged thorns. Where its eyes should've been, there was just a smooth, bony surface—no eyes, just an empty, blind stare. Somehow, that made it even worse, as if it could still see him, feel him standing there, paralyzed.

Is that... a dragon? Naruto's mind struggled to process what he was seeing. Oscar had told him about dragons, but seeing one was completely different from hearing about one.

It didn't feel real. It was like a dream, one where he was caught between terror and awe, just staring, unable to look away.

The dragon didn't notice him—or didn't care. It stretched its massive, scarred wings, leathery and worn, and with a powerful beat, it lifted off the ground, soaring into the gray sky. Naruto watched as it flew over the stone arch, its silhouette dark against the towers, vanishing into the mist as if it were returning home.

He stood there, heart racing, staring at the spot where it had been.

Did that… actually just happen?

The awe he felt was ripped away in a flash as pain erupted in his knee. It was sudden, blinding—like his whole leg had been set on fire. His gaze shot down, and there it was—a damn arrow lodged deep in his knee.
Great, he took an arrow to the knee!

The pain was unbearable, searing up his leg and into his spine, making his vision blur. He felt a rush of anger and frustration. Without hesitation, he grabbed the arrow shaft and yanked it out in one harsh pull, biting down a scream as blood flowed from the wound. His breaths came short and ragged, every nerve in his body still singing with pain.

Stupid hollows and their stupid arrows, he thought, gulping down an Estus Flask as fast as he could. The warm, healing energy flooded through him, knitting up the wound and finally numbing the burning ache. He took a deep breath, the pain easing enough to think straight.

"I hate hollows," he spat, his eyes locking onto the hollow that dared shoot him. One of those soulless creatures was running toward him, its skeletal frame rattling with each step. Rage surged through him. Oh, you picked the wrong target.

Gripping his Zweihander tightly, he lunged forward, swinging the blade in a brutal downward arc. The impact sent a satisfying crunch through his arms as the blade cleaved the hollow in two, a splatter of blood marking the stones beneath it.

But just as he took a moment to catch his breath, something whizzed past his neck, close enough to graze his skin—a second arrow, barely missing him. His head snapped up, fury igniting as he caught sight of the archer.

Naruto barely had time to process it before two more hollows rushed him from the sides. He brought up his Zweihander, blocking their strikes as the metal screeched against his own blade. But he couldn't focus entirely on them; every few seconds, another arrow came hurtling toward him, the archer clearly intent on skewering him alive.

These guys are really pissing me off.

Naruto clenched his teeth, fighting back with one hand while his other reached for an explosive tag. With one quick movement, he slapped it onto the nearest hollow's chest, pushing back with all his strength as he leaped away. "Fuin!" he barked, triggering the tag.

The explosion tore through both hollows, bits of bone and dust scattering in the air. The blast gave him just enough cover to sprint up the stairs toward the archer, his eyes set on the damn hollow that had the nerve to shoot him.

As he got closer, he could see it fumbling with its weapon, hands barely steady as it tried to notch another arrow. The thing was holding a battered crossbow, the kind that looked like it had fallen apart ages ago and been haphazardly pieced back together. Its bony fingers struggled to attach the arrow to the crossbow's string, its entire movement slow and clumsy.

Naruto didn't waste a second and went in for the kill. But then, his Way of Focality screamed at him, and he instinctively ducked as a firebomb came flying from above. He cursed under his breath.

If I ever find the bastard who invented firebombs, he thought furiously, I'll shove a dozen of these things up his ass and light the fuse. Let's see how he likes it!

With no other choice, he lunged forward, tackling the hollow with his shoulder and slamming into its frail body with all his weight. It staggered, but instead of falling away, its hands clamped onto his armor with a death grip. He tried to shake it off, but its bony fingers wouldn't budge. With a jolt, he felt them both tumbling off the ledge.

Welp, I'm dead, he thought, bracing himself for the worst.

But luck was on his side.

They landed hard on a balcony just below, his armor clanging against the stone as the hollow squirmed beneath him. He wasted no time, slamming his Zweihander down, pinning it through the chest. The hollow's body went limp, but he wasn't finished.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a humanoid corpse slumped against the wall, a wooden shield clutched in its lifeless hand. The shield was long, oval-shaped, with a simple design carved into the wood. Its surface was worn and rough, the faded lines barely visible.

"Thanks," he muttered to the corpse, prying the shield from its stiff grip. With a growl, he bashed the still-twitching hollow under him until it was nothing more than scattered bones.

Great, a new shield. That I'll probably never use.

With one last breath, he stood up and headed back to the stairs, determined to find the remaining hollows. He climbed up, his eyes scanning every shadow, his muscles tensed with anticipation. Alright, where are you, firebomb-throwing assholes?

Reaching the top, he finally saw them. A few hollows perched above, each one fumbling with firebombs, their lifeless eyes fixed on him. His blood boiled as he prepared to strike back.

But then, something caught his eye—a familiar, hopeful glimmer.

An unlit bonfire, hidden in a small room just to the side. His heart skipped a beat, and a grin spread across his face.

Yes! He didn't have to restart from Firelink Shrine. He darted into the room, the flames flaring to life under his touch.

With renewed energy, he turned back to the hollows perched above, his hand reaching for his own firebombs.

Alright, you're done.

They'd be getting a taste of every sharp tool he had on him, firebomb by firebomb, if it was the last thing he did today.

Bring it on.

Almost ten minutes later, Naruto dusted himself off, wiping a bit of grime from his armor as he surveyed the carnage. His stomach growled loudly, breaking the silence, and he sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Man, I'm starving," he muttered. "Guess that's my cue to head back."

Naruto took a deep breath, standing at the edge of the broken bridge.

"See you soon, Lordran," he muttered under his breath, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. And then, without hesitation, he leaped into the void.

The wind whipped past him, cold and biting, but he didn't flinch. The falling sensation was almost comforting now, a reminder that he could leave this cursed place whenever he needed to. The world blurred around him as the blackness swallowed him whole.

And then, silence.

Back at the bonfire, the flames danced quietly, their warmth a sharp contrast to the desolation surrounding them. Slowly, the world began to reset. The hollows Naruto had slain clawed their way back to unlife, their battered forms shuffling aimlessly across the ruined landscape. Bones clicked back into place, broken weapons reformed, and lifeless eyes lit up without any purpose.

Among them, the crossbow hollow stirred. It stumbled toward the place where Naruto had jumped, its movements slow and mechanical. There, nestled among the shattered stones, was a faint, glowing soul drop.

The hollow hesitated, its head tilting slightly as if sensing something. Then, with a jerky, almost reverent motion, it reached out and absorbed the soul. For a moment, nothing happened. But then, its posture straightened. Its movements became… different. More deliberate. More alive.

In Lordran, time always returns to its stagnant state. Death becomes life, and life becomes death, in an endless, unchanging cycle.

But change… change is always inevitable.

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Author's Note:

This isn't canon, but it's my personal interpretation of the Shadow Clone Jutsu—similar to how I reimagined the Transformation Jutsu as a reflection and refraction of light jutsu. Picture the Shadow Clone Jutsu like a bubble of chakra. The Academy-style Clone Jutsu is just the empty bubble, while a Shadow Clone is that same bubble filled with chakra.

This interpretation helps logically explain why Naruto, who was labeled talentless, managed to master the Shadow Clone Jutsu in Episode 1. It's because Naruto already had the foundation for the technique from his Academy training—he just needed to fill the bubble with chakra. And it also explains why Shadow Clones are so fragile, disappearing in one hit—like popping a bubble!

What do you guys think about this explanation? Does it make sense to you, or do you prefer the classic approach?

Now, let's talk about the binocular moment. I'm tired of fanfic authors pretending Naruto is some innocent, clueless kid who doesn't understand certain things. This is the guy who invented Sexy Jutsu, a transformation into a naked woman covered in clouds, and we've seen him peeking at magazines. Let's be real—Naruto is a bit of a perv, and that's part of his charm! So yes, the binocular moment was a nod to his cheeky personality, true to his character.

Now, onto the bigger questions:

1. What do you think happens if Naruto dies in Konoha? Would he respawn in Lordran like he does here, or would something completely unexpected happen?
   

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2. How do you think Naruto will deal with the soul drop problem? If hollows can absorb his soul and grow stronger, doesn't that create an even bigger problem for him later? Will he need to figure out a way to prevent hollows from feeding on his soul, or maybe even take revenge on the ones that do?

Let me know all your thoughts in the comments! I love hearing your theories and seeing how you think things will unfold.

Next Chapter: Dropping on December 24th!

If you can't wait that long and want to read ahead: Chapter 48 on Patreon

Thanks so much for the support, as always. You guys make writing this story such an incredible journey.

Until next time,
Adamo Amet

 

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Chapter no.12 Spiral of Growth, Tunnel of Revenge

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Naruto blinked awake, his eyes locking onto the familiar cracks in his ceiling. Same old apartment, same old stains. For a moment, he stared at them, letting the remnants of his dreams flicker away—vivid images of Firelink Shrine, hollows, and the adrenaline-pumping thrill of battle. A grin stretched across his face. That's what you get, dattebayo!

He rolled out of bed, shuffling toward the bathroom and grabbing his toothbrush on the way. As he scrubbed lazily, his reflection stared back at him—half-asleep and disheveled. His hair stuck out at odd angles, and toothpaste foam dripped down his chin, but he didn't care. His mind was elsewhere, replaying the rush of last night's fights.

After brushing, he wandered through his cluttered apartment, kicking aside stray wrappers and clothes. The mess was part of its charm, really. But his plants? Those were different. Grabbing his watering can, he made his rounds, carefully tending to the little bursts of green that brightened up the dull space. "Can't let you guys die on me," he muttered.

Once the plants were watered, he eyed the rest of the mess. With a sigh, he summoned two shadow clones, who popped into existence with exaggerated groans as they took in the chaos.

"Clean this up," he said, waving a hand dismissively.

The clones glared at him but didn't argue, muttering as they got to work. Naruto, meanwhile, rummaged through his inventory and pulled out a thick, weathered tome. The History of the Uzumaki Clan.

He studied its worn leather cover as he made his way to the bathroom, settling onto his porcelain throne. The book looked ancient, its edges frayed and its dark leather cracked with age. At its center, a faint spiral was embossed, so subtle it only caught the light at the right angle. Around the spiral, intricate patterns wove outward like vines, curling toward the edges of the cover. The pages inside were yellowed and brittle, and the ink bled faintly across the parchment as though time itself was trying to erase the words.

Naruto hesitated, running his fingers over the cover. Was it disrespectful to read something so important in here? He shrugged. Some of my best ideas happen in here, anyway.

Flipping open the book, he skimmed the first lines, but his eyes widened as the words sank in.

"My name is Tobirama Senju. The year is 572 of the Amatsu Calendar, commonly known as the End of the Warring States Period."

Naruto blinked. Tobirama Senju? The Second Hokage? And this wasn't just any history book—it was a journal. Handwritten.

The weight of the book seemed to shift in his hands, heavier now, as though the words themselves carried a sense of purpose. Naruto's stomach twisted as he read on.

"With the formation of the first village, many more will follow. That is the nature of the world; it changes, for better or for worse. Many clans have shown interest in joining my brother's village, and he has sent me on a diplomatic mission to the Uzumaki clan to offer an invitation. It would give us an incredible strategic advantage should other villages emerge, though I doubt my brother considers any of that. He simply wants to extend his hand to our distant cousins."

Naruto froze, his breath catching. Distant cousins? He reread the line, his mind racing. The founders of Konoha—the First and Second Hokage—and somehow, he was connected to them?

He slammed the book shut, staring at its spiral-emblazoned cover. Frustration bubbled beneath the surface, hot and raw. Distant cousins to the village founders, he thought bitterly, and yet not a single word about the Uzumaki Clan in the academy. Nothing.

The anger sat heavy in his chest, sharp and restless. He clenched his fists, forcing himself to breathe, to shove it down before it boiled over. Maybe I'm overreacting, he told himself. He hadn't exactly been a model student in the academy—maybe he'd just missed it. Yeah, right. That thought didn't carry much weight, but it was enough to stop him from storming into the Hokage's office and ruining his chances with the Hawk.

Instead, he stepped into the shower, letting the cold water hit his face. It stung, but it also cleared his head, snapping him out of the haze. As he scrubbed away the frustration, his thoughts wandered back to the book and… the spiral.

The same spiral on the Uzumaki book cover. The same spiral carved into the center of his Konoha headband. Something he'd seen a thousand times but never thought about.

As he stepped out of the shower, dripping wet, the thought nagged at him. Grabbing a towel, he dried his face roughly before pausing, his eyes narrowing.

"Hey," he called out. "Clone! Get in here!"

A shadow clone poked its head into the bathroom. "What now?"

"Go grab that Uzumaki book and skim it for anything about the spiral in the leaf symbol," Naruto said, toweling off his hair.

"Why not read it yourself?"

"Because," Naruto huffed, gesturing to his dripping body. "I'm wet, fresh out of the shower, and I don't want to ruin the pages. God, am I stupid or something?"

The clone raised a finger.

"Not. A. Word!"

The clone nodded and grabbed the book. After a few minutes of flipping carefully through the brittle pages, it spoke.

"Okay," the clone said. "There's a bit near the end that talks about it."

Naruto perked up, pulling the towel tighter around his shoulders.

"Tobirama writes," the clone began, "The spiral was always a symbol of the Uzumaki. When we designed Konoha's sigil, Hashirama insisted we include it, claiming it would stand as a reminder of the bond between our two villages."

"Wait, so… the Uzumaki spiral is part of the Konoha symbol because of Lord First?"

The clone nodded. "Though I believed alliances should be pragmatic and not sentimental, my brother insisted Konoha and Uzushio could never be mere allies. They were family. That bond was sealed with the marriage of Hashirama Senju and Mito Uzumaki—a union that united our villages as sister nations."

The clone smirked faintly. "My brother, ever dramatic, believed this symbol represented that connection—two separate paths spiraling together, growing stronger with each turn."

The shadow clone tossed the book at him with a smirk. "Here. You can keep reading this while I take a break."

Naruto barely caught the book, his mind too preoccupied to question the clone's sudden generosity.

Meanwhile, the clone made a beeline for the kitchen, eyes glinting as they locked onto the ramen stash.

"Break time," it muttered, opening the cupboard with a grin that would have made a starving dragon guarding a hoard look flaccid.

Meanwhile, the original dove back into Tobirama's words, his fingers tracing the faded ink.

"The Uzumaki Clan has a strange relationship with the Senju Clan," the entry began. "There is a blood connection, and the Uzumaki have never denied it, yet they care nothing for it. When the Senju waged war on the Uchiha, the Uzumaki never once offered assistance nor asked if they could help. They remained distant, almost indifferent. If you ask me, let them stay on their islands. With villages rising, it's only a matter of time before they come crawling to Konoha for protection."

Naruto stared at the words, his lips pressing into a thin line as irritation bubbled up. "You're an asshole."

He leaned back on the couch, the leather creaking slightly beneath him. Reading this journal had given him a glimpse into who the Second Hokage really was—a man as cold and logical as the paper he wrote on, someone who saw the world as a chessboard and people as pieces to be moved.

Naruto frowned, his fingers tightening on the book. What did that say about the Third Hokage?

His eyes flicked back to the page. So, my clan didn't get involved in their battles. There was a strange pride in that, a stubborn independence that felt right, like it was etched into his very bones. The Uzumaki didn't follow anyone's orders.

Turning the page, he read on. Tobirama's words were clipped, almost as if the man had been annoyed while writing.

"It has been a week since I was granted an audience with the clan leader. They rejected Konoha's offer outright."

Naruto snorted, imagining Tobirama's frustration.

"I sent a message back to the village, and now my brother has ordered me to remain with the Uzumaki. 'Learn their culture and history,' he says. 'Make friendly relations.'" The words were even written in quotes. "My brother's hope for kinship borders on naïveté, but I will do as instructed."

Naruto smirked. "Bet you hated that, huh?"

As he turned the page, his breath caught.

A drawing filled most of the next page—a bearded man, his head covered by a hood that cast his face in shadow. His eyes were sunken, intense, and… were those red? Spirals of intricate fuinjutsu seals radiated from his head like a halo, glowing faintly in the delicate pencil work. Bright strands of red hair peeked out from under the hood, vivid even on the worn paper.

The figure seemed alive, almost like the drawing was staring right back at him.

Naruto's fingers hovered over the image, hesitant to touch it. The caption below read: "History of a clan can often be inferred from its folklore. The Senju have the tale of the Yang God, the Uchiha the Yin God. Interestingly, the Uzumaki have the tale of the Hanged Man."

Creepy.

But Naruto couldn't stop reading, his grip on the page tightening.

"The story, as I have gathered, is this: the Yang God, Ashura, had two sons. One loved battle and adventure; the other was inquisitive, seeking knowledge above all else. When the time came for a successor, the scholarly son chose not to fight his brother for the title. He deemed the position worthless for his own goals. His brother became Ashura's successor and founded the Senju Clan."

Naruto blinked, stunned.

"The man traveled the world in search of answers, and his journey brought him to the islands of the Land of Whirlpools. It was here that he hanged himself—not out of despair, but to summon the God of Death. For nine days and nine nights, he hung, asking his questions of the Shinigami as it waited for him to die. Yet, on the dawn of the ninth day, he still lived. The Shinigami, impressed by the man's resilience and unyielding vitality, offered him something no mortal had ever earned before—a fragment of divine knowledge. The God of Death taught the man how to summon him at will, a privilege reserved for the brave and the damned. But that was not all. The Shinigami taught him the secrets of speaking to chakra itself.

This sacred craft, the Shinigami revealed, was a language—a way to bind the intangible and etch it into reality. Outside the Uzumaki Clan, this became known as fuinjutsu. But within the Uzumaki Clan, it was revered as the Art of Runes.

This man became the founder of the Uzumaki Clan: Oden Uzumaki."

Naruto stared at the words, his heart pounding as they settled into him like an anchor.

This story… it resonated with him in a way he hadn't expected.

It wasn't just about lineage or power—it was about someone rising from nothing to greatness, carving their own path through sheer determination. The Uzumaki founder wasn't important because he was Ashura's son or tied to any grand legacy. He was important because of what he did. Because he earned it.

It reminded him of his own story—just an orphan with dreams too big for the life he'd been handed. But that didn't stop him. It never had.

He turned the page, diving into Tobirama's drawings, and couldn't help but marvel at the detail. Each illustration was alive with vibrant energy, like a snapshot of a world Naruto was only just beginning to discover.

One drawing caught his attention—an Uzumaki village, with large, communal homes that seemed to welcome anyone inside. Wide-open doorways framed with colorful banners fluttering in the breeze gave the designs a warmth that tugged at something deep in him. Naruto could almost hear the laughter spilling out as families shared meals and stories.

Another page showed a festival scene, people dancing beneath the glow of lanterns and wearing intricate masks in honor of the God of Death.

Naruto grinned as his eyes landed on a depiction of children gathered around a pool of water and ink. Their faces were scrunched in concentration, hands moving carefully as they practiced intricate seals.

He chuckled, flipping to the next page, where a group of craftsmen were carving shields reinforced with seals. The designs looked unbreakable. Naruto smirked, thinking, Guess I'm honoring my heritage in a way, even if shields don't exactly fit my Zweihander style. Another reason to start building up my stats so I can start using shields.

Then, his laughter bubbled up as he stumbled upon a drawing of a small Uzumaki child, maybe six years old, practically drowning in a bowl of noodles. It wasn't ramen, but it looked close enough. Naruto could almost see himself in that role—living among his clan, surrounded by family, sharing meals and laughter.

For a moment, the image warmed him. But then, that familiar tug of longing crept in, bittersweet and unshakable.

What could my life have been like? he wondered, before shaking his head. Alright, Naruto. Stop daydreaming and read the damn words.

He refocused, turning to the last page, where Tobirama's words waited, steady and profound.

"I once asked the clan leader why the Uzumaki Clan's sigil is a spiral," Tobirama had written. "He said to me:

A whirlpool holds its shape, unchanging, like a memory etched in stone. But a spiral breathes and grows, shifting with each turn. What begins as a simple swirl transforms, as the vortex gives way to the spiral—ever deeper, ever evolving.

For even if it seems to spin the same, every turn carves a new path. The floor beneath it changes, the air thickens, and the scenery shifts. In each twist lies a new truth, in each descent, a hidden strength. So, too, does life shift and flow, as we are bound not to the flatness of fate but to the living spiral of choice and change. The Uzumaki walk this spiral, unbroken and ever-reaching."

Naruto closed the book, the words lingering in his mind like an echo:

"The Uzumaki walk this spiral, unbroken and ever-reaching."

Naruto felt like he truly understood what it meant to be an Uzumaki. The spiral wasn't just a symbol—it was a way of life. A reminder that every turn, every struggle, carved a new path forward. The Uzumaki didn't cling to the past or stay rooted in one place. They grew. They adapted. They endured.

They didn't break. They just kept reaching.

Rising from the couch, Naruto wandered to the window. Below him, the village stretched out in quiet stillness, bathed in the soft light of dawn. The first rays of the sun painted the rooftops in hues of orange and pink, vibrant and alive. It felt… different now. Like a promise.

"I'm an Uzumaki," he murmured. He looked down at his hand, tightening it into a fist. "And the Squire of Oscar."

Naruto exhaled slowly, the breath steady and sure, as if releasing something he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

The spiral never ends, he thought. It keeps going, deeper and stronger with every turn.

And so would he.

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Naruto strolled into Training Ground 7—two hours late, as usual—with a smug grin plastered across his face. Tucked under his arm was his latest "treasure": the Uzumaki Clan history book.

Of course, he still couldn't show it off—it would raise too many questions. So, he crafted a plan befitting his expertise.

"Yo, Sakura! What's up?"

She looked up, her eyes going wide as they locked onto the book in his hand. "Na-Naruto… you can read?!"

"Of course I can read, Sakura. What do you think I've been doing all these years, eating the books?"

Sakura looked ready to fire back but hesitated, her expression shifting to something more uncertain. "Uh… what're you reading?" she asked, her tone unusually polite, like she wasn't sure if she really wanted to know.

Naruto smirked, his backup plan already in motion. In a split second, the Uzumaki Clan history book vanished into his inventory, replaced by a highly questionable smut book he totally didn't steal from Iruka's secret stash. Both books had identical covers—an ingenious touch Naruto had thought of himself—so he could seamlessly switch between the two without raising suspicion. Foolproof. Absolutely foolproof.

Sakura froze, her face immediately flushing bright red as her gaze darted to the bold, scandalous lettering. Her expression shifted from shock to rage in a matter of seconds. Naruto had to bite back a grin as she clenched her fists, the air around her practically crackling with fury.

"You pervert!" she shrieked, storming off toward the training dummies. She muttered under her breath, her voice just loud enough for him to catch: "Kakashi-sensei corrupted Naruto-baka. If he corrupts Sasuke-kun, he'll feel the wrath of Sakura Haruno, the beautiful maiden of war!"

Naruto barely held back a laugh as he glanced at Sasuke, who was sitting nearby, pretending not to listen while reading a scroll. Naruto decided to push his luck.

"Yo, teme," he called. "Wanna read?"

Sasuke didn't even look up, but Sakura did. Her head whipped around so fast Naruto half-expected it to snap.

"Don't you dare, Naruto!" she screamed, her voice shrill enough to make nearby birds scatter. "I'll fight you with the heart of a maiden of war in love!"

Naruto burst out laughing, doubling over at her ridiculous outburst. Sasuke, meanwhile, finally glanced at her, his expression as unreadable as ever. Sakura's face softened immediately, turning bashful, as if she hadn't just declared war seconds ago.

"Hn." Sasuke's noncommittal grunt was all she got before he returned to his scroll.

Naruto grinned wider. Sasuke didn't care, and Sakura's crushed expression only made it funnier. Winding her up was almost too easy.

"Oh my, what a lively team I've got," came a familiar, lazy voice.

"Kakashi-sensei, you corrupter! Deviant! Pervert!" Sakura yelled, pointing an accusatory finger at him, her face still flushed from earlier.

"Mou, mou, Sakura-chan, what did little old me do?"

"You corrupted Naruto with your ways!"

Naruto casually handed Kakashi the smut book with a perfectly straight face.

"Good taste, Naruto," Kakashi said, flipping through the pages briefly. "But the cover made from a camouflage cloak? Why?"

"It's so I can use Transformation Jutsu to hide it," Naruto replied with a sly smirk. "Wouldn't want Sakura getting jealous of some pretty women."

Sakura's death glare was immediate and laser-focused, boring into the back of his head like a drill.

In truth, though, Naruto had a different reason. The camouflage cloak and Transformation Jutsu weren't about hiding smut—they were about hiding the actual history book he was reading. But hey, plausible excuses were a shinobi's bread and butter, and this one was perfect.

"Alright, everyone, sit down. I need to reveal today's plans."

Naruto plopped down with a contented sigh, his plan having worked perfectly. Sakura sat as far from him as possible, muttering under her breath while glaring daggers at him.

Naruto glanced her way, noticing how uncharacteristically quiet she was compared to her usual loud tirades. Was this some kind of miracle? For a moment, he considered if he should be worried… then shrugged. Nope. Sakura being quiet was definitely proof that the gods were on his side today.

"Today's our first real training day. Here's the plan: we'll go until noon, training each of you individually. After that, you'll get a two-hour rest before we meet some special people, and in the evening… our first mission."

A surge of excitement hit Naruto. Our first mission!

But then Kakashi made three shadow clones, each one beckoning them to follow separately. It took a second, but it finally clicked. Individual training, huh?

Naruto glanced at the real Kakashi, expecting him to lead one of them, only to see him walking over to a tree and lying down for a nap. Naruto sweatdropped along with Sasuke and Sakura.

Lazy bum!

Before he knew it, Kakashi's clone had a hand on Naruto's shoulder, and in a flicker of movement, they were deeper into the forest. Naruto barely had time to blink before they stopped.

"So, what are you planning to teach me, Cyclops Instructor?"

Kakashi's clone handed him a folder instead of answering. Naruto took it, his grin fading as he looked down. The file had his name on it—his academy records—but it looked thicker. More... detailed. He flipped it open.

"What is this?"

"It's your current report," Kakashi said. "An assessment of your skills."

Naruto couldn't help but feel uneasy. Reading through, he saw:

Taijutsu skills: B

Genjutsu skills: F

Ninjutsu skills: A

He skimmed past the other categories, not wanting to read every detail. Looking back up, he said, "These aren't the results I got at the academy."

"Of course not," Kakashi replied. "This is my report. My evaluation of your skills."

Oh. Naruto couldn't stop the little smile creeping back onto his face. Kakashi's assessment was definitely worth more than any report card. See? I'm awesome! But before his ego could fully inflate, Kakashi popped it like a balloon.

"But don't get ahead of yourself," he said, bringing Naruto back down to earth with a thud. "We've got a lot of work to do if you want to catch up to Sasuke and Sakura."

Naruto felt a chill run down his spine, like a breeze passing right through him. When he looked down, he froze—he was in his underwear. What the—

He blinked, and everything was back to normal. Naruto gritted his teeth, muttering, "Genjutsu."

"Exactly," Kakashi replied. "You might be better than the average academy student, but if you really want to catch up to your teammates, there's a lot you still need to learn."

Naruto clenched his fists, the old, familiar fire building inside him. "I'll definitely catch up!" he shouted.

Kakashi motioned for him to turn the page. Naruto did, and his face fell at the sight of his academic scores. The horror must have been clear on his face because Kakashi didn't even smirk—just watched him.

"Come on, Sensei, what good is the academy's 'useless' knowledge gonna do me?" Naruto waved his hand dismissively. "Like, what's the powerhouse of the cell? Who cares?"

"Alright, let's say you have a mission in the Fire Capital. You need to sneak in without anyone noticing. Which route do you take?"

"The... least obvious route?"

Kakashi's face remained blank, unamused. Naruto got the message. "Fine. But how am I supposed to become stronger if I'm stuck with books and basics?"

"Shadow clones."

Naruto scratched his head, trying to piece together Kakashi's point about shadow clones. His mind churned through everything he knew about the jutsu until something clicked.

"You're gonna use the memory transfer to boost my training," he blurted out.

"How do you know about that?"

Uh oh. Naruto hadn't exactly shown this jutsu off to anyone yet. To cover himself, he quickly flashed through the hand sign, creating a dozen clones that popped up around him, all grinning expectantly at Kakashi.

Guess that throws out the possibility of Naruto learning his strange jutsu or collecting those bizarre items from some kind of hidden treasury in the forbidden scroll. Kakashi sighed inwardly. A pity—I actually liked that idea.

"Great. Saves me from teaching you the Shadow Clone Jutsu."

"No, no, teach us, teach us!" the clones chorused.

"Alright," Kakashi said, humoring them. "If you can get a higher score than Sasuke and Sakura in the academic tests."

The clones glanced at each other, exchanging determined nods. "Yosh! Let's study!" they shouted.

"Pop the clones, Naruto," Kakashi said with a smile. With a nod, Naruto dispelled them all.

Then Kakashi handed him a scroll. Naruto unrolled it, seeing a list of subjects and notes.

"Now, make two clones for each subject," Kakashi instructed, "and an extra clone to follow me. Your textbooks and everything you need are in that scroll."

Naruto created the clones and assigned each to their study group, watching as a second Kakashi clone guided them to a makeshift "classroom." Naruto turned to follow the original deeper into the forest.

"Uh, Kakashi-sensei?" Naruto asked. "I can make way more than just a dozen clones. Wouldn't it be better if I made, like, hundreds?"

Kakashi gave him a pointed look. "A human mind can only process so much information at once. Even if you had a hundred clones reading a single line, your brain would barely register it after dispelling them. The overload would overwhelm your mind, and it might even shut down completely."

"Really? You're sure about that?"

Kakashi nodded. "Think of it like trying to shove a hundred bowls of ramen into your mouth at once. You wouldn't taste or enjoy any of it—and you'd probably pass out before getting through half. Your brain needs time to digest the information. So for now, we'll stick to a dozen clones."

Naruto still looked skeptical but reluctantly nodded. "Okay, but... what're we doing, then?"

"You and your clone will be practicing the Academy Katas," Kakashi said.

Naruto groaned. "Come on, Kakashi-sensei! Give me some cool taijutsu! Katas are so stiff—it's like a dance move. How's that supposed to help in a real fight?"

Kakashi didn't respond. He simply threw a punch, so fast that Naruto barely had time to react. He raised his palm to block, but Kakashi shifted, his body invading Naruto's space. Before Naruto could process it, Kakashi hooked his leg behind Naruto's and shoved, sending him tumbling to the ground.

"Hey! What's the big deal?"

"Kata number five," Kakashi said calmly.

Naruto replayed the sequence in his mind. Kata number five... a side dodge and jump. If he'd followed the movement instead of resisting, he could've sidestepped the attack entirely.

"The academy's taijutsu isn't some flashy fighting style," Kakashi explained. "It's a series of katas created by the Second Hokage—designed to keep you alive. Each kata is a response to a common attack. It's a foundation. Master these, and you'll be prepared for a lot more than you think."

Naruto looked down, the weight of Kakashi's words settling over him. Better to learn now than regret it on the battlefield, he thought.

"Good," Kakashi said. "Now, spar with your clone. Fix your katas, and then—if you get it down—I'll teach you a very important jutsu."

A grin spread across Naruto's face. "Yatta! New jutsu!" he shouted, charging at his clone with excitement.

Kakashi facepalmed. He missed the part where this was about katas.

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The real Kakashi had swapped places with one of his clones as he walked over to Sasuke, who was deeply engrossed in a scroll on the Sharingan.

Sasuke didn't even bother looking up.

Kakashi had known from the start that getting Sasuke to play as part of a team was going to be an uphill battle. The boy was too absorbed in his own goals, laser-focused on what he thought he needed. Ironically for an Uchiha, Kakashi thought, he's extremely tunnel-visioned.

Watching him, Kakashi could see it plain as day—subtle signs in his posture, the stiffness in his shoulders, the tightness in his jaw. Sasuke's body had been strained to the point of breaking, a result of endless training since the day Itachi killed the Uchiha clan. The boy hadn't taken a single day of rest, not one, and it was wearing him down. He didn't realize how much damage he was doing to himself by not giving his body and mind a chance to recover.

And now, with the awakening of his Sharingan, things had only gotten worse. Itachi once described the Sharingan awakening to Kakashi as being like a surge of adrenaline, pushing the body to its limits, amplifying one's abilities but draining one's reserves faster than usual. There was a point—the post-adrenaline fatigue, in medical terms—where the body just couldn't keep up with the strain. Right now, Sasuke was seeing rapid growth. But after this stage, if he continued at this pace, that growth would stagnate, leaving him broken and burned out. The symptoms were all there, hidden behind that stoic face.

But this wasn't just about physical fatigue. Sasuke was a flight risk. Every move he made, every glance, screamed one thing: revenge. If he ever had the chance, Kakashi knew he'd go after Itachi in a heartbeat, no matter the consequences. And with Naruto growing stronger, showing abilities none of them fully understood, Sasuke's inferiority complex was a fire waiting to consume him. The more he saw Naruto's progress, the harder he'd push himself, until he burned himself out completely.

Kakashi had even consulted Inoichi Yamanaka, a man who knew more about the human mind than anyone else in Konoha, and he agreed with Kakashi's assessment. If he didn't intervene, Sasuke would break himself down piece by piece in his blind pursuit of power.

"Sasuke-kun, do you want me to train you, or are you going to spend the day buried in scrolls on the Eye of Insight?"

"Just show me your training."

"So you can copy it?" Kakashi asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," Sasuke replied, his Sharingan flickering to life. "Saves us both time, and you can get back to your lazy reading."

Kakashi held back a groan. This kid…

"My dear, cute student," Kakashi started, "do you know what it takes to earn an epithet in the shinobi world?"

Sasuke's eyes narrowed. He was trying to figure out Kakashi's angle, trying to read him like he would a scroll, but Kakashi could see the wheels turning in his head.

"Notable achievements," he finally answered, but it was clear his mind had already drifted. He was thinking about Itachi. About Red Glare of the Leaf, and how he planned to surpass it someday. His eyes were full of that familiar fire, the kind that consumes everything in its path if left unchecked.

"Do you know what my epithets are?" Kakashi asked, his voice steady. He could see the impact that simple question had on Sasuke. The boy stiffened, his gaze locking onto Kakashi with something like shock. His eyes widened just slightly, and Kakashi could see the disbelief breaking through his usual calm façade.

"Multiple epithets…?" Sasuke muttered, almost to himself. That tiny crack in his stoic mask told Kakashi everything he needed to know. Good, he thought. Sasuke had never expected his lazy, book-reading instructor to have something so significant. Kakashi had already surprised him. One epithet was a lifetime achievement in this world. But to have multiple? Sasuke didn't know what to make of that.

"You know, it's a shame you didn't bother to do a background check on me."

It wasn't just an observation—it was a reminder of Sasuke's blind spot, of his lack of curiosity about the world outside his obsession with revenge.

Sasuke clicked his tongue, frustrated. "Why would I waste time doing that?"

Kakashi chuckled. "Itachi went out of his way to learn everything about me."

The effect was immediate. Sasuke's calm shattered, replaced by something raw and visceral—disbelief and rage warring within him. "What did you just say?!"

"When Itachi was stationed under me in the Anbu, he did a full background check on me. The man with a thousand jutsu, Kakashi the Copy Ninja." Kakashi lifted his headband, revealing his Sharingan. "Kakashi of the Sharingan."

For a split second, there was hope in Sasuke's eyes, a fragile glimmer. "You… you're an Uchiha?"

Kakashi shook his head, and the hope in Sasuke's eyes shattered like glass. "No," he said, his voice tinged with sympathy. "This eye was given to me by a dear friend during the war, just before he died. The Uchiha Clan wanted it back, of course, but it was your father who insisted I keep it. He honored my friend's final wishes."

Kakashi saw a flicker of happiness at the mention of Sasuke's father, a softness he rarely showed. For a moment, Sasuke was just a boy remembering his family. But then the light in his eyes dimmed, and the memory replayed in his mind—his parents lying dead, Itachi standing over them.

"Teach me everything you know," Sasuke demanded, his voice cold and brittle, his Sharingan spinning, the single tomoe in each eye alive with desperation.

Kakashi could hear it in Sasuke's voice—the undercurrent of fear, the fear that he wouldn't be strong enough, that he'd never reach Itachi.

Kakashi looked at him carefully, weighing his words. "My first training command…" He paused deliberately, drawing out the silence. "…is for you to rest for the next week."

Sasuke stared at him as if he'd just slapped him, confusion and anger battling on his face. "What are you talking about?"

"That's my first command. Go. Take a rest."

"I can't!" Sasuke's voice rose. "I have to—"

He didn't get to finish before Kakashi stepped forward, pinning him against a tree, his hand around the boy's throat, holding him there. He could feel Sasuke's pulse under his grip, erratic.

"Listen to me, Sasuke," Kakashi said, his voice low. "I trained Itachi. I trained him when he entered the Anbu. I trained him to be a captain." Kakashi let his Sharingan spin, the tomoe merging, transforming into the Mangekyo Sharingan.

"That eye…" Sasuke managed, barely able to get the words out. Kakashi released him, watching as he dropped to the ground, sucking in air, his hand rubbing the red mark on his neck.

"Here's the truth, Sasuke," Kakashi said, looking down at him. "I am the only shinobi in the world who can help you reach Itachi. But I won't do it."

"No, you can't—"

"Yes, I can," Kakashi said firmly. "And I've decided I don't want to train you."

He turned, letting his words sink in, feeling Sasuke's gaze burning into his back. Kakashi knew what Sasuke was thinking—that he was throwing away the only thing that mattered to the boy, that he was holding his dreams hostage. Kakashi could almost hear the wheels turning in Sasuke's head, that same tunnel vision driving him to desperation.

"What do you want from me?!"

Kakashi stopped, glancing over his shoulder. "It's simple," he said quietly. "I want you to do nothing for the rest of this week. No training, no missions. Just rest. If you can do that, if you can show me that you're willing to listen, I promise I'll train you. I'll make you a shinobi who could surpass even Itachi."

Sasuke's jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists as he struggled with the command. Kakashi knew what he was thinking. Do nothing? How could that help? How could rest make him stronger? But Kakashi had planted the seed, and he knew that doubt would gnaw at Sasuke until he gave in. The boy had no choice; he wanted the power too badly.

Kakashi watched Sasuke for a moment longer, seeing the internal war playing out behind the boy's eyes. He knew that showing the Mangekyo had been a risk, one he hadn't wanted to take lightly. That particular Sharingan was a secret only he and the Hokage shared, a power he kept hidden unless absolutely necessary. But Sasuke needed to understand, needed to see just how serious Kakashi was about his role in guiding him down this path. This was a move to cement one truth into Sasuke's mind: if he wanted revenge, if he wanted a chance to confront Itachi one day, Kakashi was his only way.

Finally, Kakashi gave him a slight nod and turned to walk away, leaving Sasuke alone with his thoughts. He didn't need to say anything more. The boy had his command, his first real challenge, and now it was up to Sasuke to rise to it—or falter. Kakashi would be watching closely, ready to step in if needed, but he could only hope that this was enough to keep Sasuke from destroying himself in the process.

I hope I haven't misjudged you, Sasuke, Kakashi thought as he turned away, already mapping out his evening. He'd stop by the memorial stone first. He'd grab some salt-broiled saury and miso soup with eggplant on the way, something comforting after a day like this.

And, well, if he just happened to pass by the bookstore… Kakashi allowed himself a rare smile, a slight giggle escaping as he thought of picking up the new Icha Icha novel set. A reward for a job well done.

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Author's Note:

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Well then, this was certainly an interesting chapter to write! I hope you all had as much fun reading it as I did putting it together. Now, onto some questions I think you might have regarding this chapter.

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Question: Why did you take inspiration from Norse mythology and add it to the Uzumaki Clan?

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Answer: In canon, the Uzumaki Clan has always been shrouded in mystery—masters of fuinjutsu, renowned for their resilience and vitality, and tragically wiped out with most of their history lost to time. To me, this felt like an exciting opportunity to explore their culture and origins in a way that not only enhances Naruto's personal journey but also deepens their connection to the larger world.
The decision to connect the Uzumaki founder, Oden Uzumaki, to the Norse myth of Odin hanging from Yggdrasil was very intentional. In Norse mythology, Odin sacrifices himself by hanging from the world tree for nine days and nights to gain the wisdom of the runes. Similarly, Oden Uzumaki hangs for nine days to summon the Shinigami and unlock the secrets of chakra and fuinjutsu (or, as the Uzumaki call it, the Art of Runes). The parallels between these two stories were just too fascinating to ignore!
Here's why the Norse influence works so well for the Uzumaki:

• The Uzumaki live on an island nation, much like Norse coastal settlements, thriving in isolation while adapting to harsh environments.
  

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• Their mastery of fuinjutsu feels like a natural parallel to the Norse runes, which were seen as magical symbols capable of shaping reality.
  

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• Their iconic red hair ties well to Norse imagery, where red hair often symbolized fiery strength and individuality.
  

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• Their reputation as warmongers in the Minato one-shotreflects the fierce, battle-hardened spirit often associated with Vikings and Norse culture.
  

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That said, this isn't a full-on dive into Norse mythology. You won't see Loki, Thor, or the Nine Realms making appearances, nor will this turn into a retelling of Ragnarok. The Norse inspiration is exactly that—inspiration. It's a way to give the Uzumaki Clan their own unique cultural identity, one that feels powerful, mysterious, and worth rediscovering. This adds flavor to their legacy while staying true to Naruto's world and themes.
For me, the connection between Naruto and the Uzumaki spiral strengthens the story in meaningful ways. The spiral isn't just a clan symbol; it's a representation of growth, evolution, and the eternal struggle to reach deeper and higher, no matter the obstacles. This idea ties beautifully to Naruto's journey through Dark Souls—a world where every challenge forces growth, where perseverance and determination are the only ways forward.
So, what do you all think? Does this Norse-inspired take on the Uzumaki Clan add something interesting to the story? I'd love to hear your thoughts and feedback!

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Question: Who are the Yang and Yin Gods of the Senju and Uchiha?

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Answer: The Yang and Yin Gods in the folklore of the Senju and Uchiha are, of course, Ashura and Indra Otsutsuki. In contrast, the Hanged Man is unique to Uzumaki folklore, giving their mythology a distinct and mystical flair that sets them apart from the other major clans.

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Question: Red Glare of the Leaf? Why choose that as Itachi's epithet?

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Answer: Honestly? "Itachi of the Sharingan" felt too generic for someone as complex and iconic as Itachi. I wanted something that captured his power, his grace, and the awe he inspires in both allies and enemies. "Red Glare of the Leaf" ties into the visual spectacle of his Sharingan while evoking a sense of mystery and fear—it's almost poetic, don't you think?
But hey, if you've got a cooler epithet in mind for Itachi, I'd love to hear it in the comments! What would you call him?

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