#Lightning style jutsu

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Sarada using Katon — Great Fireball Jutsu at 1 point in the manga and Chidori at another point is epic!!

Uchiha

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Hiii

Do you remember the Kakashi request I made a while ago ?

cn: fluff. slow burn. avoidant attachment style. explicit sexual content [nsfw / 18+].dirty talk, 6.5 k+ words.

⟡ fandom: naruto | pairing: kakashi x reader

part 1 part 2

a/n: your requests always bring out the monster in me and make me write too much!

Ocular jutsu is a powerful tool. So powerful that the balance is inclined toward darker intents.

Fortunately enough, you and the people in your village were spared. At least for now. Injured ninja and powerless civilians like you are advised to stay in the medical tents around the city. Still, resources are low, so as a community, housing other ninja is a needed help.

Since Kakashi is the Hokage of the Konoha village, he is the most sought after. You didn’t interact with him directly that much, no. Only heard about him from others.

Most of you are powerless against ocular jutsu, but as a villager of healing techniques, you were one of the best at it.Your specialization is in creating advanced medical equipment and tools, of course with knowledge in medical ninjutsu. What sets you apart from others is your rare affinity and expertise toward some techniques in nature manipulation, lightning transmission, and any basic technique that helps you create Saishin Gijutsu-gata.

The special invention that made your name somewhat known in the village was the one you proposed to Konoha’s monarchy government, along with the council.

The first time you saw Kakashi was in a flash.

You walked with little confidence toward the meeting room because you didn’t do well with public speaking, even though Tsunade practically pushed you through the door after fighting off the anxious, irrational doubts you told yourself.

The door was opened by your slightly trembling hand, and you took a deep breath before entering.Your steps were the only sound in the room, announcing your presence before you bowed toward the present members.

“H-hello!” You adjusted your too-weak voice. “Hello! My name is Y/N L/N, born in the village of Sunagakure but now a member of the foundation of the Children’s Mental Healthcare Clinic and Medical Research Division in Konoha.”

You dared to glance at their expressions, which looked bored after the previous presentations before you.

“Right, so…” You turned toward the blackboard with the image projected onto it. “My research is about a possible mono-thunder train.”

“Mono-thunder train?” Shikamaru Nara asked curiously.

The sudden voice froze you a little before you looked at him over your shoulder.

“We know the Thunder Train installed in Konohagakure, right? The research is focused on a singular wagon designed for only four people, one of them to operate the train.”

Shikamaru added immediately. His voice wasn’t judgmental, but skeptical.

“Why should we invest our resources in this if we have a Thunder Train good enough for our needs?”

“Because the difference between them is that it doesn’t need rails. It only needs the ground.”

“What do you mean, the ground?”

You were at least happy someone was asking questions; it helped you present your idea better.

“Yes, that’s the major difference. And your next question is probably how an invention like that could run on the ground without an electrical line. Well, a usual train uses a locomotive as an engine, while this vehicle would get power from a drivetrain, engine, transmission, etc.”

Shikamaru blinked slightly before asking,

“Before you continu…since I, myself, want to hear all of it, and I won’t vote to dismiss your research. What’s the major purpose of it?”

“The monarch of the village would benefit most from it, as it increases privacy and security, especially with a trained person designated as his personal driver.”

Finally, you looked at the Hokage. Kakashi was standing beside Shikamaru, his crucial advisor.

Speaking of Kakashi, he was usually forced to participate in all these kinds of meetings. Not that he didn’t want to. He appreciated creativity of any kind; but the long list of responsibilities drained him day by day. He didn’t want this role, and everybody knew it. Is he a bad or uninvolved Hokage? No. A happy person who gives the most powerful speeches? Also no.

But when he saw you walking in with noticeable shyness yet speaking confidently about your project (which was impressive), he paid more attention. He didn’t want to play the innocent card either, but your beauty was another reason. So it wasn’t a surprise that he was already looking at you when you made a reference toward him. A surprise that the eye contact lasted two seconds too long.

Maybe she’s intimidated?

You weren’t. Well…a little, but that wasn’t the major reason. The major reason was his presence. Why didn’t anyone prepare you beforehand for how young the Hokage is and especially how he looks?

You withdrew your gaze so it wouldn’t be considered disrespectful, as if you were glaring at the Hokage himself, and you didn’t dare to look at him again. Only once more before finishing your presentation, and once again, he looked at you too. Of course, you told yourself he was paying attention like a good Hokage would, but the truth was further from that.

You were too tired when you arrived home later that day. The fifth brutally injured patient had arrived at your tent. The unknown opposition organization threatening Konoha was still causing damage. It’s true the number has decreased, but until they find the purpose behind these evil, destructive individuals, you can’t name a solution.

Your own theory is that the reason they’re not killing people but instead injuring and putting them under various jutsu for control is that they want to send a message. Probably a message for the only person threatened with death. Kakashi. He’s not the only one with ocular jutsu, Sasuke and Sarada are also targets. Ocular jutsu has always been superior, once representing some of the most powerful people on earth: the Uchiha Clan. Maybe their intention is to steal the remnants of that power?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door, and you nearly dropped your teacup when the knocks became more aggressive and insistent. You couldn’t think of anyone who might be at your place right now, other than your friends who would never make your heart race like that from the intensity of the knocks. That’s the disadvantage when your techniques don’t help you in a proper fight. Basic knowledge of defense doesn’t calm your heart either.

You gulped, grabbed your favorite knife handcrafted by you, and walked toward the door, which had stopped rattling. You turned the handle with precise slowness before opening it.

When you opened the door slowly and cautiously, you froze with wide eyes at the scene in front of you: the Hokage himself, speaking with one of the three guards about the exaggerated knocking. They stopped mid-conversation, giving you side glances.

Kakashi’s eyes traveled briefly over your body, pausing at your choice of clothing, a black satin two-piece pajama. His eyes landed on the knife, then on your slightly scared expression. He shifted his position to stand directly in front of you, with the guards behind him.

“Good evening. I offer my apologies for the earlier sudden and harsh knocking. I imagine it frightened you.”

You still hadn’t processed what was happening.

“First of all, I know this isn’t news to you, but the allocation of refugee citizens in the medical tents and housing within the safety zone plays a role in citizen security.”

You started to come back to yourself, and just before responding, you realized what you were wearing in front of the most powerful person in the village. You abruptly closed the door to cover yourself, red paint practically blooming across your cheeks.

“It’s fine! No problem! I was just… never mind. Ahm, yes. Good evening, Hokage-sama. I know about the situation. Obviously—I mean of course I know that—excuse me,” you said, bowing. Kakashi smiled subtly under his mask, though his gaze seemed serious.

His guards didn’t look too pleased, judging by the way they glanced at you suspiciously, scanning the area.

“There’s no need to apologize,” he reassured you before continuing. “The Hokage’s assignment was designated to your home because your home’s infrastructure is closest to the strategic security plan proposed by my advisor, Shikamaru Nara.”

You didn’t really hear much of the last part. Kakashi staying in your house?

His unmistakable voice pulled you out of your dissociative gaze to focus on him again.

“If it’s alright with you, there’s no pressure. I can speak with Shikamaru to rewrite the plan for a different house, if there’s another available.”

One of the guards looked like he was about to object to the number of options being given to you, but Kakashi’s gaze pinned him in place.

You looked at each of them before returning your gaze to Kakashi, wondering if you were dreaming. Nope, this is real.

“Ah, yes. Of course, no problem. Excuse my manners.”

You prayed the room wasn’t too messy and that not everyone would enter at once. Only one of those things came true. The guards followed him in and began checking the place for any signs of danger, and you stood frozen, just watching them. Kakashi wasn’t focused on the house at all. Only on you.

“It’s necessary, unfortunately. Your privacy was invaded, and I’m sorry for that. I know how it must feel.”

You looked up at him because he was tall, not that you were very short. You didn’t understand why he hadn’t fully entered the house so you could close the door.

“It’s no problem. I understand it’s for your safety.”

You indirectly signaled him to step in by trying to close the door, and he took the hint, stepping inside.

Your formality bothered him, it made it feel like you weren’t equals. But he’d bring that up later.

Your house was completely different from his because his had as few personal items as possible, maybe just a few books. Yours was full of plants, which fit you, along with books and all kinds of paintings of insects on one side, and weapons and machinery on the other. A woman of both worlds. There was some mess here and there, which bothered him even more because he had caught you off guard.

“I-I’ll go prepare the room. Actually, choose whichever you like, you can even take mine—just let me go in first, please—”

He raised his hands, signaling disagreement and stopping both your words and your steps.

“You don’t need to do anything. Wouldn’t you rather we have tea until the guards finish checking?”

You turned quickly toward the simple open kitchen, contrasting the living room.

“Sure, just a moment.” You paused. “Can I go change? I’ll be right back, promise.”

He’s probably going to lose his mind at how sweet you are, but way too stressed.

“Yes, of course. You don’t need my permission.”

You nodded and rushed up the stairs to your room. When you came back down, Kakashi was already preparing the tea, his cloak and hat resting on a chair.

“What? No, you didn’t have to! You’re the guest and not to mention—”

His eyes gave the hint of a smile, but you weren’t sure. He looked over his shoulder and let you continue by taking his hands off the teapot.

“I can’t remain a guest in a house that isn’t mine and offers me safety on top of it.”

You shook your head in disagreement. You didn’t understand his completely unentitled behavior. But you had no words left when he moved toward the couch, his figure front and center.

I don’t know how I’m going to survive this.

He visibly smiled with his eyes when you gave him the tea, eyes closing. And you smiled back.It was the first time he saw that. Officially, you’re even prettier when you smile.

The guards returned at the same time from upstairs, their strong footsteps echoing down to the last stair. They looked strangely at the scene before them, as if you two had known each other forever, before bowing to a Hokage who looked completely relaxed.

“All clean, Hokage-sama.”

“Alright. You may leave for the night and return in the morning with Shikamaru’s plans.”

“Hokage-sama, it’s not safe to remain unsupervised. Tsunade warned us beforehand about…this. We’re forced to go against your word this time.” Another added after bowing, “We’ll surround the house and take turns.”

Kakashi sighed before accepting, mentally cursing Tsunade’s interference in his selfless plans.

“Fine. Do as you wish then.”

You waited for them to finish before continuing.

“If you want, you can rest here between shifts.”

The third member, who hadn’t spoken until now, said reproachfully before they all exited the house.

“A guardian doesn’t close his eyes when the supreme leader’s life is at risk. You should know that, foreign girl from the Land of Sand.”

You felt too ashamed to say anything back.

“Ignore what they say. They take their job too seriously. Their words don’t define what I believe.”

You looked at Kakashi, disheartened.He had calmed you more times tonight than you could count.

Is he irresponsible or do I just not think twice before speaking?

You nodded in superficial agreement, more out of respect.

“Now, do you want to choose your room, Hokage-sama? Or would you like to eat? Shower?”

Kakashi stood, sighing again, and you were convinced you’d upset him, maybe stressed him out too much, or maybe you weren’t behaving correctly. You didn’t know how to speak to high-ranking people, especially when that person looked this attractive. It was an extreme-level game not to let your eyes admire his face or body. Not a game for beginners.

“We can go and you can show me the rooms, but only for your pleasure.” His steps got too close to you, and your heart beat wildly as you tried your best not to back away and appear afraid. “But otherwise, my only wish is for you to treat me normally. Like a friend, Y/N.”

Your brain short-circuited. What? He knows my name? Then you corrected yourself—duh, of course he knows the name of the person he’s staying with.

You came back down to earth, finally acting a little more like yourself.

“Okay, I’ll try. Sor—” No apologies. “Right. Ahm, let’s go.”

Kakashi slept that night in the guest room next to yours, the one where your friends sometimes stayed. It was fairly simple, just the way he liked it, even if it didn’t have your touch.

You, on the other hand, had a hard time falling asleep that night, tossing and turning and praying you’d wake up early enough to make breakfast. You figured he probably had food delivered by his guards, but you couldn’t risk it.

You managed to wake up, not feeling his presence, so you assumed he was still asleep. You rushed through your usual routine, still preparing your medical uniform to head to the tents, hoping that maybe today there would be even fewer victims. Although this area was the most monitored and safest, it was hard to ever feel completely secure.

After finishing breakfast and placing it as nicely as possible, you stepped outside the house to see what his guards were doing. They were likely starting the house security protocol Shikamaru had proposed.

But when you came out, Kakashi was still in yesterday’s clothes, since he hadn’t had a change yet, and his Hokage wardrobe was missing. His gaze was fixed above the house, where a guard was measuring its dimensions, his hands resting on his hips.

Fuck, I woke up too late.

Kakashi sensed you immediately, he was already used to your presence. In fact, involuntarily, he was far more aware of it. He looked at you from the side before greeting you.

“Good morning, Y/N. Quite an early hour to be awake.”

You blushed a little, not bothering to argue.

“Breakfast is ready. Anytime you’re hungry, you can go to the kitchen.”

Kakashi looked at you a moment, noticing the dark circles under your eyes and assuming this definitely wasn’t your usual wake-up time but he said nothing. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, and not just because you didn’t want to be disobedient, however that made for a good excuse.

“I already ate, thank you. You didn’t have to cook for me.” But he didn’t let you continue, already knowing what you were going to say. “Are you leaving soon?”

You clasped your sweaty hands before answering as normally as you could, still without confusing his position with friendship.

“In… a few hours. I’m on the afternoon shift.”

You’d already confirmed that 5 a.m. was definitely not your normal hour. He nodded in acknowledgment.

“Okay, I’ll come with you then. I’ve got a few things to discuss with Tsunade. I understand you know each other?”

Probably that’s how he knows my name.

“Ahm… yeah. She was the one who introduced me to the hospital’s internal protocol.”

“Aha. So you’re just acquaintances.”

Your mind flashed through all the evenings you’d spent drinking with Tsunade, her complaining about the Hokage (now you had way too many questions about what you knew regarding Kakashi), and all the times she’d been your biggest supporter.

“Friends. Good friends, I’d dare say.”

Interesting. Tsunade wouldn’t make friends with someone who didn’t meet her standards. The thought that you might share a bit of her fierce attitude made him want to know you even more.

“I see.” You didn’t understand why he was asking. Was he making conversation? You could say he seemed grounded. Under normal circumstances, you’d be glad to want to know him more. But you couldn’t allow yourself that.

Kakashi exchanged a few words with the guards when they asked him about a particular section on the adviser’s or architect’s paper. Even though he didn’t appear focused on you (or so you thought), you bowed slightly before turning back toward the house.

Kakashi watched you go as he half-listened to the man speaking. It took a while before he came in—you assumed it was because he now had his bag, most likely with clothes, closing the door softly behind him.

“D-do you drink coffee?” You found it hard to speak with formality, and Kakashi noticed your hesitation. He liked that you were trying.

“I’d love to.” He wondered what coffee made by you might taste like. Hopefully, it would soon be his favorite.

Even though thoughts like that didn’t scare him the way they used to, Kakashi wasn’t usually like this, and he didn’t believe it was wise. It was just the illusion of a door opening to some parallel universe where he might have access to a word foreign to him: love.

Still, he found it amusing to have these kinds of conversations with you because you attracted him from multiple angles. First, it was your appearance and he knew that was shallow, but your life, your path, your personal space had been enough to mentally draw him in too. Who you were underneath the humble persona, he couldn’t quite figure out. You were definitely a good person, considering your profession and the friends you had. But that wasn’t enough to satisfy him yet.

Still, the circumstances he was in made him act this way. His thoughts now sounded an alarm, and he went to change into clean clothes, avoiding his unbearable uniform and settling onto the couch, reading his favorite volume from the series. Old habits die hard.

The shift in energy was also a reminder for you that he was just being polite in response to your hospitality. At the end of the day, he was the village leader, not a potential friend. The word “friend” felt false anyway; your thoughts weren’t platonic, and that only made you feel worse.

You placed his coffee on the small table and stopped yourself from finishing a curse under your breath when you almost spilled it because of a book’s spine. Kakashi was faster than you—though he seemed immersed in the book (he was, needing a distraction, and Icha Icha books were the best choice)—his hand already reached the cup while yours was just inches above his.

There’s a reason he holds that title. It’s inhuman to be that fast. Your eyes met, your mouth slightly open in shock at embarrassing yourself in front of the Hokage. But feeling his firm hand under yours made you pull back your hand and your gaze at the same time.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful.” You stepped back from the table as if you feared you might make another blunder.

And Kakashi just let out a sound that resembled a chuckle, which instantly made you look up at him. What a beautiful smile.

“It happens. Sometimes you’re too deep in your own thoughts.”

My thoughts about you. Right.

Kakashi added, “Are you feeling alright? I know these past days have been demanding for you all.”

You couldn’t lie to him. It’s one thing to act differently from how you feel—another to lie outright.

“It’s been rough, but not as bad as at the beginning.”

You felt awkward standing there like you were putting on a show, and his gaze felt too exposing, so you sat down on a chair as far from him as possible. Kakashi understood you weren’t comfortable sitting near him. It bothered him, just a little.

He sipped the coffee and he felt on his tongue the beans you’d chosen were exactly the kind he had at home. Strong enough, but not overly roasted like some people preferred. Your gaze wasn’t free of his as you wondered if you were even allowed or privileged to look at him without the mask. You were stunned at how handsome he was.

“Can I help you with anything? Or help you personally with something?”

When you began to shake your head in disapproval, he spoke again.

“Tell me. Forget the formalities.”

You swallowed hard.

“Thank you very much, but it’s not necessary. We’ve managed so far.”

The first time you allowed yourself a question, murmured while Kakashi crossed one leg over the other and closed the book. He couldn’t stay distracted anymore.

“Has anything been found about the identity of the culprits? If it’s okay for you to tell me—”

He cut off the end of your sentence.

“Not yet, but there are suspicions. It shouldn’t take long, considering the Sand Village recently declared, without us even asking, that they’re willing to help.”

Kakashi narrowed his eyes, considering a very slim probability.

“Are you part of a well-known family from the Sand Village?”

That question was bound to come.

“Yes. The mother figure was the well-known counselor Chiyo. The mother figure for me and… Sasori.”

Figures, Kakashi thought.

“I’m sorry for your loss. Both losses.”

You replied with a half-smile.

“I’ve moved on, but thank you. Sasori, though… he was lost from a young age. The pain he left behind has faded over time.”

Kakashi figured your childhood wasn’t pleasant either. He didn’t dare ask about your parents.

“I suppose you felt some apathy toward the new Kazekage.”

You laughed a bit ironically. It was a small, satisfying portion for Kakashi.

“A little, yes. But now we have strong ties.”

That brought him right where he wanted. Even so, it didn’t mean the conversation wasn’t sincere.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice curious and hard to read.

“The Sand Village has always been helpful, especially during the war. They’re trustworthy people. It was pleasant and surprising how quickly they found out about the invasion, even on day one.”

After he finished the sentence, he paused before slowly turning his gaze toward you to observe your reaction.

The silence was crushing. You could hear only your heartbeat in your chest. If you hadn’t upset him before, now you felt like you’d be kicked out of your own house for treason.

And you didn’t recognize Kakashi’s gaze. It wasn’t stern or serious. His eyes were hypnotic, and you’d already dug your grave by not answering immediately. There was nothing left to do.

“I… told them.”

He turned his gaze to his coffee, took a sip, then continued to let you stew a bit. From a certain angle, what he was doing could be seen as a little toxic.

“I thought so.”

You couldn’t even apologize. It wouldn’t make sense. How did he figure it out? Since when?

He stood up and adjusted his pants, and you felt your breath catch again; worse now than when he asked.

“I’ll go put on those damn clothes. Want to come after?”

Where? To jail?

“Where?”

He barely stopped himself from laughing.

“To the tents? Where else, Y/N?”

His smirk grew wider at the end of the sentence.

“Right… of course.”

As he climbed the final step, he ended the conversation with another tease.

“Maybe we’ll have time for a walk before you get lost in your thoughts again.”

You watched him go with that same stunned expression.

Is he fucking with me now?

—

The walk to the tents was fairly short. The glances from the locals were uncomfortable and understandably so. Of course people were wondering why, next to Kakashi with his guards in tow, there was a girl of seemingly average social status in Konoha.

Kakashi didn’t feel like caring. He was too busy forcing himself to smile at everyone who greeted him. A socially exhausting walk and the day hadn’t even begun properly. The sideways glances he gave you went unnoticed. You were too tense and uncomfortable, still his focus was on how the morning light highlighted your beauty.

How had your paths not crossed earlier, considering your link to Tsunade? Or had he been so caught up in his indifference that he hadn’t noticed you? Even that felt hard to believe. Where had you been hiding all this time?

“Good luck. I’m sure you’ll do great.”

He bowed slightly out of respect, and you wanted to leave as quickly as possible after glancing nervously at half your coworkers who were wondering what business the Hokage had with you. The rest had already heard. Gossip was inescapable, especially in such a small corner of the village.

“Aa-ah, thank you. And thank you for the trust. Have a good day and good luck to the Hokage with whatever he planned today?! Yeah.” You bowed back, lower than him. It was hard to speak in a way that didn’t feel like you.

Kakashi’s eyes glinted. His voice dropped lower so only you could hear.

“I like that you still try to pretend.”

You blinked twice, but Kakashi had already turned toward Tsunade’s makeshift office.

Was that a threat? Will I be punished later for what happened this morning? You don’t know, still your body definitely interpreted his words differently, and you felt warmer than usual.

You quickly pulled yourself together. People needed you. Just before dropping off your tools, you were rearranging your supplies on the shared table, making sure you hadn’t forgotten any of the herbs you needed. Shizune’s sister, your friend, nudged you sharply with her elbow to get your attention.

“Can I know why I wasn’t the first to find out? Traitor.”

You scowled at her, half confused, half indignantly playful.

“Are you insane?”

People were already looking at you, especially when your voice rose.Seering their reactions, you hissed aggressively in a quiet voice. You didn’t want more attention than you already had.

“What the hell are you talking about, Shinya?”

She gave you an offended look.

“That the Hokage is staying at your house, maybe? I don’t know, just saying. It might be IMPORTANT INFORMATION??”

“I found out last night! I’m just as shocked as you.”

She leaned over the table, a grin on her face.

“What’s it like sharing a bed with the most attractive man in Konoha?” she corrected herself, “Or no, what’s it like sharing a bed with the most attractive leader in Konoha?” She wiggled her eyebrows teasingly.

You nudged her back with your elbow, shocked and embarrassed.

“I don’t fucking share a bed with him! He’s actually sleeping in the bed you and Sakura used.”

She opened her mouth wide, gasping dramatically as she followed you all the way to the tent. You pulled the curtain shut on her face before muttering, “I didn’t know he looked like that. I’m gonna kill Tsunade.”

It would’ve been the peak of irony to walk back home with Kakashi. It’s weird to say home like it’s your shared house. A small, selfish part of you had a foolish expectation that maybe he’d be waiting for you. Pure irrational daydreaming. No, Kakashi was, at the end of the day, buried under mountains of paperwork, full of new information, citizen fears, investigation proposals from the Land of Sand, Shikamaru’s plans, the council’s suspicions. He couldn’t even stand the thought that his guards barely got any rest, like he was some kind of untouchable jewel. He’s not. He never has been, no matter how much people keep trying to tell him that. That’s why he never wanted this position in the first place, mostly.

He preferred helping silently with everything he had, trading in his life without blinking rather than being applauded for simply breathing.

He can’t even go on missions himself anymore. It stresses him out terribly. And Naruto’s constant attention is even more exhausting and overprotective. Sasuke’s probably even more stressed by him, though. Not that Kakashi would ever complain about Naruto. If he could, he would’ve given him this position. As for Sasuke, it’s partly true that he wouldn’t complain. He’s one of the few people Kakashi resonates with on this topic. Besides Itachi, who’s been sacrificing himself ever since his own mistakes, born of trauma far too deep.

One’s dead, and the other managed to build a family. Kakashi would’ve punched him himself if he didn’t finally accept Sakura in his life and kept ignoring his feelings. The thought came now; if Tsunade ever found out about his… affinity for you, he’d probably get beat up (worse) and stressed out. Clearly, he’ll need to avoid ever slipping up about that.

But then…there’s you.

On your way home, you ran into none other than Tsunade at the restaurant that resembled Ramen Ichiraku. Probably one of the first things the war hero did when she arrived here. He’d been away on missions for days now, and Sakura was getting more and more worried, who was also having to basically force Sasuke to stay out of nearly everything just to be with Sarada, which honestly did him good, while she worked more than anyone else.

Tsunade was leaning on both elbows, waiting for her food, until she saw you and snorted.

“Rough day, huh? Didn’t see you today.”

You hugged her from the side. One of the rare people Tsunade smiles at when receiving affection. Not much, but still.

You sat down with a sigh, before speaking with a mocking tone and a dramatic tilt of your head.

“Yeah, maybe ‘cause you were too busy with Ho-ka-ge sa-ma.”

She rolled her eyes and immediately took a shot, tossing her head back.

“Yeah, yeah. Bullshit. I didn’t get the chance to tell you and even if I did, I wouldn’t have.”

“Why my house, specifically?”

“Shikamaru said Kakashi’s suggestion was solid when they checked the houses. The chakra points align well for protection.”

Suggestion… whose?

“Kakashi suggested it?”

Tsunade raised an eyebrow before making room on the table for the food.

“Who did you think?”

You ordered a simple ramen too, then leaned toward her, whispering accusingly.

“Knowing you, I figured you’d only suggest it just to mess with me.”

Tsunade lifted a hand and dropped it with a ‘miss me with that bullshit’ gesture before changing her expression.

“You’re pretty affected, huh?”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“Don’t start. You’re smug because you find this amusing.”

You widened your eyes, elbowing someone a second time.

“Shut up. I don’t want anyone hearing that kind of thing.”

She made a scandalized face, clearly entertained.

“So I’m right.”

“Partially. It’s irrelevant, he’s the Hokage.”

Tsunade scrunched her nose.

“So what? It’s Kakashi. The problem’s not that he’s the Hokage, it’s that he’s Kakashi.”

Now you frowned.

“What do you mean? How is that not a problem? What would people say—”

“To hell with people. High-ranking folks get to live too, you know.” You agreed with her, but still weren’t convinced. “Kakashi is like a wall, made out of materials even stronger than the ones you make.”

“What do you mean?”

She got a little irritated.

“As if I haven’t complained to you about him before. He’s got a really good heart, even if I hate to admit I can’t stand him, but his past was hell. He’s not open to things that might actually do him good.”

You didn’t know why your stomach twisted in disappointment. You hadn’t even gone that far.

She noticed the way your gaze dropped.

“I’m not saying it’s impossible. People change, depending on who they meet.”

Just like Shinya, she raised her eyebrows at you teasingly.

“Oh shut up. It’s too late. I’m going to bed.”

“With who?”

You made an exaggerated face before you both said goodnight.

——

When you got back, Kakashi wasn’t around. At least not in the living room. You went to wash up quickly, allowing yourself to put on pajamas that were somewhat decent, because that conversation with Tsunade reminded you he is a normal person at the end of the day, and a little bare let shouldn’t bother the Hokage.

Going down the stairs, lost in thought, you moved to make two cups of tea in case he showed up and nearly dropped the kettle when Kakashi suddenly entered the house. Even though only he knew the seal for the door, he still startled you. Your eyes met.

He took off his cloak as he walked, speaking first.

“Seems like all I do is scare you.”

You laughed politely.

“It’s okay, I’m just clumsy.”

“I’ve noticed that too.”

Given this joking side of him, you were starting to think maybe you weren’t going to jail. You couldn’t help but smile back and he did too, involuntarily, which even surprised him, though that was just the effect your smile had.

“Want me to put your cloak in the closet here, so it’s easier to grab in the morning?”

He stood holding it, a little confused in the middle of the living room.

“Ah? Yeah, sure. Actually no, you don’t have to. Where is the closet?”

You tried pointing, but missed, so you laughed and came over, taking it from his hand without asking and placing it in the closet right in front of him. A common trait men share.

You were too close to him, and you only realized it late, just as his voice caught you off guard when your back was turned.

“Apparently you’re not the only clumsy one.”

You instinctively looked over your shoulder up at his face, and the look in his eyes froze time. He was just as affected. Why lie about it? He didn’t even try to move or give you personal space, leaving it up to you to decide what to do. And, of course, you left once you broke out of the trance, smiling faintly and distracting yourself with the tea mugs.

You didn’t even realize that Kakashi was staring at your exposed legs all the way up to your parted lips when you turned your head. Because you were already too caught up in how good he looked in that black tank top clinging to his body, showing off his build. And the fact that he still wore the mask was killing you even more. Maybe a dress code would help, considering you both acted like teenagers hitting puberty.

But your visual distraction was temporarily paused. His shirt and pants were changed, still black. But his hair was wet now, which made up for it. Another angle from which he was just… attractive.

Ugh, you couldn’t take it anymore.

You gave him the reheated tea after preparing his food and sat down beside him without even realizing it, automatically grabbing your book from the table.

“That’s a step worth considering.” His smirk wasn’t visible, but it was there. He leaned his head on his hand.

Noticing where you sat, you shifted more into the couch, as if that would somehow put more distance between you.

“A step toward what?”

He grabbed his book too, opening it to the marked page.

“Toward not being so tense around me.”

You turned your gaze away, embarrassed, but didn’t respond.

“What are you reading?” he asked, and you showed him the book, chosen more by chance, to support the used bookstore opened by a neighbor.

“Tell me what you think of it once you’re done,” he said, noticing it was on the first page.

“You?” You hadn’t looked at what he was reading till now so you didn’t want to come off as a stalker, but maybe you should’ve, because you gave yourself away by knowing exactly which book it was. You weren’t born yesterday, you knew. “Ah.” You looked away. “Didn’t think the Hokage had that kind of taste.” You couldn’t lie. The story was interesting, but still…

Kakashi raised an eyebrow.

“Oh? And what kind of books do I seem like I’d read?”

You leaned on your fist, ignoring the sarcastic tone. You knew it came off a little disrespectful, but you were too affected to care.

“I don’t know. I don’t know you well enough.”

“I haven’t been Hokage that long, though.”

His gaze was unreadable as usual, but his tone was warm.

“I know. I didn’t mean it to sound rude or anything.”

“Seems like you have this kind of taste too.”

You looked away again, distracting yourself with a sip of chamomile tea.

“Maybe.”

Finally, you’d let go of the formalities or at least for one evening. You were impossible to ignore; with your hair gently falling from your shoulders, your legs slightly revealed by the cross-legged position. Your flushed cheeks half-hidden from his eyes, your soft gaze hiding other parts of you. You were so at ease in your senses, so unlike the serious you he saw today when you were focused on a wounded patient, wiping the sweat off your forehead from the effort. He would’ve waited if he could, nevertheless responsibilities remain responsibilities, powered by the stress of the village’s situation and the people still getting hurt and he doesn’t want to let them down.

You looked back at him from the stillness and only then did Kakashi snap out of his trance, clearly having been staring at you.

That’s when Kakashi pulled back. It was his moment to retreat inward. He closed his book as you watched him.

“All right. Have a good evening and sleep well. Don’t wake up at 5 a.m. again unless it’s necessary.” He offered you a smile except it didn’t reach his eyes. His voice was flat, emotionless.

“Sleep well, Kakashi.” You spoke without thinking and Kakashi stopped mid-step. “I apologize for the way I addressed you—I wasn’t thinking—”

“It’s okay. I told you, we’re equals.” He didn’t turn back to look at you, his thoughts were entirely focused on protecting you both. Still, hearing his name fall from your lips affected him more than he expected.

And that’s how you ended up in the kitchen until midnight. Sprawled across the couch, head tilted toward the ceiling, arm dangling midair holding a book you’d barely reached page 7 of.

@strangergraphics for the dividers

[killianilves]

A New Legacy Unveiled

CHAPTER FOUR: Us Against Everything Else.

A/N: A song that reminds me of their past.

(PAST)

The air in the Rain Country was always heavy—thick with mist, tension, and the scent of distant blood. Sasuke was only fifteen then, and the weight of his clan’s massacre still etched every line of his face. His gaze, sharp as shattered obsidian, betrayed nothing. Not sorrow. Not hope. Just hunger. A desperate need for strength.

That’s when he met her.

She was quiet. Earth-style user. A kunoichi of immense control but no reputation. She wasn’t after glory—only peace. Y/n had been sent on reconnaissance, her mission clashing with Sasuke’s own. He had nearly mistaken her for an enemy—until she pulled him out of the mud, blood seeping from a gash in his leg, and said nothing.

Not even his name.

She could have asked. Anyone else would’ve. But she didn’t.

That silence… it disarmed him more than any blade ever could.

Their first conversations were never really conversations at all. He would train alone by the riverbank, and she’d train nearby—not imposing, just… existing. Sometimes, their paths would cross during missions or battles, and they moved with uncanny synergy. Earth and lightning. Precision and power. Her style grounded his, made it more fluid. He had never fought better than with her at his side.

She never tried to change him. She didn’t push, didn’t pry. When he got injured during a mission and collapsed from blood loss, she didn’t scold or panic. She cleaned the wound, stitched him with steady hands, and looked away every time his eyes tried to meet hers—because she knew. Sasuke hated pity. Hated kindness that felt like guilt.

She gave him none of it.

And that’s when he realized she understood him better than anyone.

Not even Naruto had ever seen through him like she had.

When the nights grew long and quiet, they sometimes sat near the fire, shoulders barely touching. He never said much. Neither did she. But something unspoken pulsed between them—warm, electric, dangerous.

She didn’t ask for more.

She never said she loved him.

But he knew.

And she knew… he couldn’t love her back.

Not then.

After weeks, things grew comfortable. Neither one of them confronted the tension they felt.

Not after the rain. Not after the heat between their bodies cooled into silence. He stayed. Quiet, as always, but his gaze lingered longer. He sat closer by the fire. When he trained, he no longer trained alone.

Y/n never pushed. But she noticed the shifts.

How his eyes sometimes found hers across the clearing, soft in moments he didn’t think she was watching. How he’d say her name—only her name—with a tone no one else ever got to hear. Not demanding. Not cold. Just… Sasuke.

They had missions in between. Infiltration. Intel. Sabotage. All the quiet, dirty work no one else wanted. They bled together more times than she could count. And every time they came back with cracked bones and bruised pride, she was the one who put him back together. Touched his skin without hesitation. Wrapped his ribs. Set his arm.

She still never looked him in the eye when she did.

Because she knew that if she did—he’d see too much.

But the truth was: he already did.

He began to notice her little habits. The way she cracked her knuckles before weaving a jutsu. The way her fingers shook only after a fight, never during. The way she wiped blood from her mouth with the back of her hand, teeth gritted and proud. She fought like she had something to prove—but she loved like she had nothing to lose.

And that made her dangerous. To him.

Breaking Point.

It was after a particularly devastating mission. A failed ambush. They were sent to eliminate a rogue sensory-nin cell operating in Grass, but intel was wrong. It had been a trap. Five-on-two. They barely made it out alive.

Y/n collapsed in the woods, a kunai wound torn deep into her thigh. Sasuke carried her the last two miles back to shelter—arms tight around her waist, jaw locked like he’d never lose her. Not her. He didn’t speak. Not once.

She woke hours later in a rundown inn, bathed, bandaged, and aching. He sat across the room, shirt off, binding his forearm in silence.

She stared at him—truly stared—and said, hoarse and dry:

“You stayed.”

His eyes didn’t leave the floor. “Hn.”

Y/n pushed herself up slowly, grimacing with pain. “You could’ve left me behind.”

He finally looked at her.

And something cracked.

Maybe it was the tension. The fear. The blood still crusted in their clothes. Maybe it was the thunder outside, or the realization that their world could end any day. That they were shinobi trained to die with no names on their graves.

Whatever it was, it snapped.

And he kissed her.

Rough. Urgent. Like he’d been holding back for years instead of months.

Y/n didn’t hesitate. She pulled him in like she needed him. And maybe she did. Maybe they both did. In that small inn—bodies bruised and hearts heavier than steel—they came together again.

Not gently. Not delicately.

But like two weapons desperate for warmth.

He touched her like he couldn’t stand the distance anymore. She held him like he was already fading. There was no promise in it. No softness. But there was truth. Hands, mouths, the desperate friction of two people clinging to something real in a life full of ghosts.

And when he came undone in her arms, Sasuke let out a sound that wasn’t pain or anger—but need. Just pure, human need.

He fell asleep beside her for the first time.

And for once… he didn’t dream of blood.

Left Unspoken

She noticed her body change before the second month ended.

Her chakra felt strange. Her stomach turned at odd smells. And when she tried to spar, her movements felt sluggish, imbalanced. Something was wrong—or rather, something was new.

She confirmed it herself with a test she did on herself with a stolen kit.

She was pregnant.

With his child.

And when the thought sank in—not just his, but theirs—she sat alone in a grove, fists clenched so tight her knuckles bled.

She could imagine it.

Telling him. Watching that unreadable face. Would he flinch? Would he turn away? Would he say “get rid of it”?

No. Not Sasuke. He wouldn’t say it out loud.

But he’d think it.

Because love didn’t have a place in his path. Because children were a weakness. Because he hadn’t yet fulfilled his revenge. And the last thing she ever wanted was to be the weight that dragged him down.

Before it faded to silence

It was strange, the way things changed after that night.

Not with a sudden confession. Not with a dramatic shift. Sasuke was still Sasuke—guarded, sharp, heavy with a silence that made even the wind seem too loud. But something in the way he moved around her began to soften. Slight. Subtle. Barely there unless you were watching.

And Y/n was always watching.

The first change was the way he sat.

Before, he’d always kept distance—near enough to be seen, far enough to be untouchable. After that night, he began choosing the space beside her. When they stopped to eat, he sat close enough that their arms would brush when they reached for something. When they rested under trees during long missions, he took the spot just across from her, sometimes leaning back against the same trunk.

They didn’t speak about it. But she felt it.

When her foot twisted during a jump, and she fell clumsily into a ditch, she expected him to roll his eyes, maybe throw down a sarcastic “Watch your footing.” Instead, he was the first at her side. Wordless. Hands steady. She didn’t even realize he was carrying her on his back until she looked down and saw the ground moving beneath her.

“You’re heavy,” he muttered.

But she heard the lie in it.

He didn’t let her go until they were at the next checkpoint—and even then, his eyes lingered on her ankle longer than necessary. He stayed until she was sure she could walk. He never said why.

Then came the way he looked at her.

It was never direct. Not bold or burning or playful. No. Sasuke’s gaze was quieter than fire, colder than ice, but somehow… softer now. He watched her when she wasn’t looking. She felt it when she tied up her hair. When she sharpened her kunai. When she healed her own wounds with a quiet grimace. She saw him glance at her hands once, the faint scars there from patching his up so many times.

There was respect in the way he looked at her now. Familiarity. Something that felt dangerously close to... fondness.

He never touched her in public. But in quiet moments—between dusk and dark—he began brushing strands of hair from her cheek when they sat too close. Once, when she shivered near a creek, he peeled off his cloak and dropped it on her shoulders without a word.

She looked up at him.

He looked away.

She could’ve smiled. She didn’t.

She knew that would scare him off.

Instead, she sat there, cloaked in warmth that wasn’t hers, and felt something ache in her chest. Hope. It was always the most dangerous thing to carry.

Sometimes, at night, when they made camp and built small fires, Sasuke would stay up after the others had fallen asleep. Y/n would find herself stirring—always sensitive to chakra shifts—and she’d see him there. Awake. Staring into the flames. Guard up but soul open in the quiet.

He never invited her to sit.

But when she did, he never told her to leave.

And sometimes… he spoke.

Just a little.

“They’re getting closer,” he said one night, eyes still locked on the flickering fire. “The Akatsuki.”

Y/n sat beside him, arms wrapped around her knees. “Are you scared?”

A pause.

“No,” he said. But the edge in his voice betrayed something else.

“Do you regret it?” she asked, “leaving everything behind?”

Another pause. Longer this time.

“No,” he said again. “I regret not leaving sooner.”

Y/n didn’t respond.

She didn’t need to.

That night, he fell asleep sitting up—his head tilted back against the bark of the tree. Y/n woke before dawn to find herself draped in his cloak again, even though he had none.

And when Orochimaru sent him out on a solo mission the next day, he hesitated.

Just for a moment.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he said to her, his tone flat but his gaze sharp.

Y/n blinked. “You’re worried?”

“Tch.”

But she was right.

Sasuke was growing closer.

In his own way. A way built on silence and scars, but still… closer.

He didn’t know what to call it. Didn’t even want to.

But when they were paired again for another mission—one that took them through broken borders and enemy hideouts—he walked a step closer to her than he ever had before. Not in front. Not behind. Just… beside her.

And when the mission was done, and they both came back bruised and dirty, he didn’t go back to his room that night.

He followed her to hers.

And stayed.

No words. No explanations.

Just the warmth of her body beneath the sheets, and the way he wrapped his arm around her waist in the dark like something fragile he was terrified to lose.

Too Silent

The bed was cold.

It took Sasuke longer than it should’ve to notice. Maybe because her scent still clung to the sheets—earth and fire and something soft he had no name for. Maybe because part of him, foolishly, thought she had just gone to get water. Or scout the trail ahead.

But then the hours passed.

And she didn’t return.

At first, he was annoyed. She wouldn’t leave without a word. That wasn’t like her. She was quiet, yes. Thoughtful. But never reckless. Never careless. Not with him.

He waited until sundown.

By midnight, he was no longer waiting. He was searching.

Her things were gone. All of them.

No notes. No message. No broken trail to follow. Just absence. A silence so full, it screamed.

Sasuke stood in the doorway of the old hideout they’d used for the mission. His cloak fluttered in the wind, but he didn’t feel the cold. His hand flexed at his side, as if expecting her fingers to slip into his the way they did sometimes—hesitant, but warm.

They never came.

He searched the woods that night.

Then the riverbanks. Then the old mountain pass where they used to train. He followed every path she had once taken with him. Every quiet place they had once sat together. He asked no one. He didn’t want questions. Didn’t want pity. He used every ounce of his tracking skill—chakra, signs, terrain. But it was as if she had vanished without a trace.

He even asked Orochimaru, once. Coldly. Quietly.

The snake just smirked. “She was never truly ours, was she?”

Sasuke didn’t respond. He only left.

Days turned to weeks.

He checked smaller villages. He stood on rooftops in towns she’d once mentioned in passing. The world felt unbearably loud without her. And yet all he could hear was her silence.

He tried to tell himself it didn’t matter.

That she was just a comrade. A moment. A mistake.

But at night, when he rested his head on stone instead of her shoulder, the ache said otherwise.

Sometimes, he dreamed of her voice. Calm. Even. Unbothered.

“Don’t look at me like that, Sasuke. I’m not going anywhere.”

But she had.

And he hadn’t been able to stop it.

He wondered if she had run. If she was afraid. If he had done something—said too little, or too much. Maybe he had stared too long. Maybe he let too much show.

He tried to forget her.

He tried to drown himself in vengeance again. In missions. In fights.

But no matter how hard he burned… her absence always remained.

Years passed.

And he never once heard her name again.

Not on bingo books. Not in whispers. Not even rumors.

Which only made the quiet worse.

Dead? Alive?

He didn’t know.

And that—more than anything—haunted him.

Because for the first time in his life…

He hadn’t let someone go.

He had lost her.

And it haunted him. Wherever he went, there was a sick reminder of her. Somehow

TAGLIST: @crumbl-pie @minidemont @mutsu422

[melozy]

✩ would anyone be interested in a BORUTO REWRITE ? (follow this link to read the fic)

here are the major things i'm changing from the series to fit into a more realistic storyline ↴

first, and this is very based, but i dislike boruto's name in general. i know it's an homage to neji's name (which translates to "screw"), and don't get me wrong 'bolt' as a nickname that references both neji and minato's legacy (since the latter was known as the 'yellow flash of konoha') is awesome. but in my story, i've given the main character the name akihiro (ironically known as hiro by his peers) meaning "bright" or "shining" with this kanji variation 明弘 [in which the first one literally translates to "dawn".]

also, it'll help if you read THIS first (a post made by me and my cousin two years ago! and it's only now coming to fruition :>)

other key points where this story diverges from boruto, both in terms of plot, themes, and character dynamics:

akihiro's personality and role

akihiro is much more charismatic and endearing, resembling a "sweet-talker" type who bonds deeply with others rather than boruto’s initial rebellious and aloof nature. he embraces being naruto’s son but struggles with living up to the expectations, rather than rejecting them outright.

this adds complexity to his growth as a leader and makes him more relatable and likable to a wider range of characters.

akihiro is an only child

unlike boruto, akihiro doesn’t have a younger sibling like himawari. this shifts the family dynamic to focus more closely on his relationship with naruto and hinata, highlighting their efforts to guide him without distractions.

it makes akihiro’s journey more introspective and personal, with fewer family members diluting his arc. but this will tie into another plotpoint with sakura and sasuke's kid(s) looking up to him as an older brother figure, so he fulfills that role just as well. the reason i chose not to give him a sibling is because i'm still on the fence about giving akihiro the byakugan since it might be too cliché (but admit it, boruto's and himawari's designs would've looked pretty cool with the eerie edge of the hyuugas' pupil-less eyes). but i have no intention of making naruto pass on kurama to his kids, especially not to akihiro. so, the point of him having a sibling in the timeline where conflict arises pretty early (just after the events of akihiro's birth) is unlikely.

generation gap in konoha 9's children

the children of the original konoha 9 aren’t all the same age.

they were born across a realistic timeline based on their parents’ relationships (e.g., temari and shikamaru’s child is older than sakura and sasuke’s).

the reason for this was pretty much at face value, it just is highly unlikely that all the couples got together and fell pregnant at the same time. maybe some kids are same age but mostly spanning a five year range at minimum. this adds more diverse interactions across generations and avoids the forced "classmates" dynamic that boruto had.

right now i do have the konoha 9's kids figured out. from oldest to youngest, they are [this is during when my story starts, when akihiro is 15]:

shikadai nara (18) > chocho akimichi (17) > akihiro uzumaki (16) > inojin yamanaka (16) > shizumi nara (13) > sarada and souta uchiha (11)

stronger, more varied teammates

akihiro’s teammates are more specialized and powerful compared to boruto’s. yume kazemura, an immigrant from the land of mist with her water style and weapon specialty, and daichi hiiragi, a fire-style ninja with a less prominent earth style. akihiro himself would have wind and lightning style + hyuuga taijutsu — mostly because i wanted to divide each team in a way that balances each other out.

this team is a frontline squad, so their chakra amount and specialty is prominent. it also gives me a reason to make sasuke mentor akihiro later in the story since lightning style seems almost a precursor to space-time jutsu and no other konoha 9 member has an affinity for it.

in any case, their abilities are distinctive and critical in battles, unlike boruto’s team, which felt derivative of naruto’s team 7 and very replicated, in my opinion.

otsutsuki threat introduced as a mystery

a plot point taken from this post (which was actually made by my cousin, who is beta-reading this as we speak!), the otsutsuki threat is revealed gradually through mysterious portals, strange creatures, and sinister chakra bombs, rather than immediately presenting godlike enemies like momoshiki. the slow-burn introduction makes the otsutsuki more terrifying and allows the story to maintain a grounded tone while building tension.

the chakra bomb thing is introduced right after the events of "the last", a few months after naruto and hinata's wedding. a few konoha shinobi en route to kumo for their chunin exams (konohamaru's team being of them), come across a border villager in the land of fire who is on the brink of fever-induced delirium, somehow mid-speech just gives out an insane level of raw chakra pulsing out of his body before collapsing, dead.

the genin team leaders decide to investigate and find that an entire small village on the border was wiped out without a trace of struggle or attack. naturally, fingers are raised towards kumo who really have no clue what's going on. just when it was about to written off as an invasion by the rogue factions, another similar incident takes place in iwagakure. the land of fire and wind being the closest to it are now under fire.

then i plan on introducing a cult who are old regime supremacists (led by disciples of kaguya who were indoctrinated by black zetsu). they believe in the eradication of the non-shinobi factions, a play on the "survival of the fittest" morality. maybe i will integrate the bioengineering and technical development aspect. but it won't be nearly as advanced as the stuff introduced in the boruto universe.

by the time akihiro is 16, strange portals carrying behemoths (think chitauri from avengers, endbringers from worm or even kaiju from pacific rim) into the world open up all across the globe. each nation basically brings a standstill on managing the political uprising to secure their borders, working together to configure who is behind these attacks and where these alien creatures are coming from.

meanwhile, a kaguya cult member reveals the location of a portal leading to the moon base where a fee otsutsuki relics and shrines are found by hiro and his team. while the powerhouses are deployed to deal with the monsters, the village heads are swarmed with cases of riots, fights breaking out between borders and all in all, hostility brewing between the elemental nations.

eventually the behemoth attacks get so frequent and so far apart in distance from one another that it becomes impossible to manage them all — leading to the affected areas being vacated after entire cities are demolished.

this eventually leads to a showdown in the ruins of uzushio where the biggest behemoth shows up, alongside two otsutsuki clan members and most of the alliance is posted there for a drawn out battle.

eventually, after practically wiping the floor with the alliance, the otsutsukis leave but not without the promise of return to plant a chakra tree on earth and to clear it out of tainted blood so the trueborns can thrive in their new paradise. (since humanity right now is a mix of kaguya's blood which gives them control over chakra and human dna — basically, the otsutsuki want to cleanse the world of them and take over the chakra fountain that is earth).

political turmoil between nations

the story will include realistic international tensions among the five great nations. rogue factions, misunderstandings, and betrayals play a critical role in the otsutsuki conflict. everyone with be pointing fingers but due to an established alliance among the kages, no shinobi can act on their convictions without breaking the treaty and being ousted as a stray ninja.

this adds stakes beyond just physical battles, emphasizing the fragile peace post-shinobi war. it also involves side characters from other villages, making the world feel larger and more dynamic.

power scaling is even

the power scaling is balanced, with the konohamaru generation being significantly stronger than akihiro’s due to the chakra bomb conflict arising during their peak as chunin/jounin. while akihiro is talented, he isn’t overpowered like boruto.

battles require teamwork, strategy, and sacrifice. it will also make the older generations more battle-hardened, experienced and will give them knowledge to impart on their charges as sensei. this avoids sidelining older characters and makes fights more engaging. even lower-tier ninjas have meaningful roles (which will be even more prominent during the final battle arc).

akihiro's love interest

now, this is a topic i'm very conflicted on.

on one hand i have this incredible character planned (sayuri ayakami) with seishinkan, a kekkei genkai aligned with the spiritual power of chakra maneuvering. it affects perceptions, health and even can cause/absorb physical blows to an extent for redistribution later. it works on the basis of the very existence of the otsutsuki clan, how they manipulate space-time, dimensional and planetary jutsu.

[she's basically the non-overpowered and very much human version of eida]

akihiro has a unique romantic subplot with sayuri, a character tied to an ancient clan and her own burdens. their bond develops naturally through shared hardships and mutual growth. this romance feels organic and adds emotional stakes. while i have nothing against boruto’s dynamic with sarada, the uchiha-uzumaki thing feels a little overdone.

but this above all is a shounen series that i'm making with emphasis on action and politics in the ninja world. so, i'm not sure how romance will fly in this universe. (what do you all think?)

greater role for older characters

characters like naruto, sasuke, sakura, gaara, shikamaru, the other kages and the previous generation have pivotal roles throughout the story. they don’t fade into the background but instead serve as mentors, fighters, and emotional anchors.

especially during the stand against the monsters and managing the political uproar caused by the kaguya cult. this respects their legacy while highlighting the generational transition, something boruto struggles with.

a new way to beat the otsutsuki

like i said, many characters will play different yet very important role in building up to and even during the final stand against the all-powerful otsutsuki.

minor characters and even less power shinobi from the alliances collectively will help in taking down the enemies bit by bit. humanity’s triumph over the otsutsuki wouldn't rely solely on godlike powers or specific individuals like boruto and kawaki. instead, it will involve strategies and unique abilities from many characters, such as sayuri’s seishinkan severing dimensional ties.

this makes the victory feel earned by everyone, not just a chosen few, and emphasizes teamwork and innovation over brute strength.

sasuke's absence from konoha has a real reason

sasuke’s absence is explained by his investigation of the chakra bomb incidents as he is made to be the prime coordinator of the anbu of konoha and usually the first to respond to impacted locations on short notice due to his rinnegan prowess. it's not just due vague wanderings that's he's not with his family. his return then carries significant weight.

it gives sasuke a clear purpose and enhances his arc while tying into the main story. it also builds on how sarada and souta's dynamics are, and how each twin copes with their dad not being present and mom being busy with her obligations.

this is one of the reasons why they look up to akihiro that much more because akihiro with his natural charm, abilities and ties to the hokage is somewhat popular amount his peers. despite this, he is welcoming towards the uchiha twins and takes them under his wing, sticking up for them and not letting them be turned into social pariahs.

sayuri's seishinkan and her clan

sayuri's seishinkan is a unique spiritual kekkei genkai, not a derivative of the byakugan or sharingan. her clan’s history ties into the otsutsuki invasion and ancient conflicts. this avoids redundancy in bloodline abilities while adding depth to the lore.

villains across all tiers

the otsutsuki threat isn’t limited to godlike figures. generals, zetsu-like soldiers, and mutated creatures provide challenges for all levels of ninja. this ensures that even lower-ranked ninjas and civilians play meaningful roles, unlike in boruto where only top-tier fighters matter.

the pacing of the story

the story spans akihiro’s growth from age 16 to 19, with major arcs that focus on mystery, politics, and personal relationships. the pacing is deliberate, allowing for more character development and emotional moments. this approach feels more cohesive and satisfying compared to boruto’s often disjointed plotlines.

this rewrite creates a more balanced, grounded, and emotionally resonant narrative compared to boruto. it respects the legacy of naruto’s generation, develops a new generation with their own unique abilities and struggles, and introduces the otsutsuki as a nuanced, terrifying threat that can’t simply be punched away.

— NOTES. again, this is simply my take on the poorly faring sequel to naruto, a franchise that deserves to be hailed for it's dynamic worldbuilding and major contribution into shaping what shounen has become today.

if you want me to go in-depth about any of the plot points, feel free to ask in my askbox or comments. i want to start writing this as soon as possible and the more input i get from fellow fans of this universe, the better the end result will be.

[whotookmysenbon]

you made me cry with the answer of if you knew who Naruto's father was It would have been cool to see something like that. I think he would have shown another approach than being with Iruka and/or Kakashi

Now, here’s the thing: on paper, Kakashi was the best teacher for those kids.

He was intimately familiar with the Yondaime’s teaching styles, his sealing, his techniques, even going as far as to be able to use Minato’s unfinished rasengan. Not only that, but with the Sharingan he had the ability to keep the Kyuubi in check should Naruto’s seal ever leak in training.

With Sasuke, he was not only another sharingan user, but also his brother’s captain in ANBU. He knew clan jutsus that Sasuke never got to learn that were his birthright. He shared a lightning release with him, and knew what it would be like to be a kid clan head, as he’s the last Hatake in Konoha.

Sakura would have been the best for him though. They both scored in the 99th percentile for chakra control, and both typically work on a shoestring budget of chakra. They’re both suited less to flashier techniques and more assassination (or healing, the two have a scary amount of overlap) techniques. Something that also was mentioned and never worked with is that Sakura is a genius. More so than Sasuke, I’m talking she had the genius to rival kid Kakashi or the Yondaime at her age. Her test scores were always a fraction of a percent behind Sasuke’s, because beating him would be ‘unladylike’ or some shit. In the intel gathering stage of the chunin exam, she didn’t cheat. Not once did she look up from her paper, and answered questions 1-9 accurately. A genin barely six months out of the academy correctly answered questions most high level chunin or new jonin would struggle with. I was sorely disappointed when she lost out in the preliminaries, as I would have offered to train her myself if Kakashi chose not to.

… sorry for that last tangent, but yeah. Kakashi could have been really good for those kids.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Lightning Style: Tiger's Fury

for @kkgiweek Eternal Rival's Creators Challange

Daily Prompt: Lightning

Point Bracket: 2500-4000 (10x2= 20 points)

thank you to @maitogaimybeloved for the amazing fic idea <3 <3 <3

They only had one shot.

One opportunity to get this new jutsu right.

If it didn’t work this time, they’d be forced to wait another week, or possibly month, before they’d get another try at it. Any other jutsu might have taken them a few years, or possibly a month, to create together.

A lightning Hirudora, though. That had been a work in progress for a year already because Gai could only use his part of the attack once. If he tried to use it a second time his muscle tears would be ten times worse and he’d be out of commission for a week. 

Konoha couldn’t lose one of their top shinobi for a week. 

“Are you ready?” 

“As ready as I can be,” Gai rolled his shoulders. “Think we can succeed this time?”

“We have to,” he wasn’t trying to be harsh, but they couldn’t keep trying to perfect the jutsu as often as they wanted. It had to be done right, and they had to remember everything about what they’d done to successfully create this grand idea that they’d come up with over dango. 

“A lightning Hirudora!” Gai cheered, his stick of dango waving through the air. “Can you imagine it, Kakashi? My Hirudora mixed with your lighting. It would be unstoppable.”

“I thought Hirudora was already unstoppable?” His eye followed that stick of dango as it continued to move, body ready to move if it got just a little too close to him.

“It is!” Gai confirmed with another cheer. “But with your lightning it would be even more unstoppable. A hirudora that can not only pummelled the opponent, but can leave them completely incapacitated from the sheer power mixed with electricity. Even the best shinobi wouldn’t be able to beat us.”

“And how are we supposed to work on it, hmmm?” He surged over the table and snatched the stick of dango out of Gai’s hand when it got a little too close to a passing civilian's face. “Careful.”

“Sorry,” Gai bowed toward the civilian before returning to their conversation as if nothing had happened. “I have a day off tomorrow, we can work on it now.”

“Your muscles will tear.”

“They will,” he confirmed. “But if I'm just using Hirudora and not actually fighting, the tears should be easy to mend. A day’s rest should be more than enough after I see the doctors.”

“I’ll have to carry you to see those doctors, and I can only do that once you’ve recovered enough for me to be able to touch you.”

“That’s alright,” he held his hand out, wiggling his fingers. Taking the hint, Kakashi placed the stick of dango down in his grasp. “You show up at least once a month from a mission looking like you’re about to fall face first into the dirt. Carrying me to the hospital once will make up for all of those times I’ll need to carry you.”

It wasn’t just once he’d had to carry Gai.

So far they’d tried the jutsu twice already, and both times they’d failed spectacularly, and it was Kakashi’s fault. Gai’s hirudora was exactly the same every time he used it. The same force, the same power, the same speed.

Kakashi was the one who had to adjust his lightning beast tracking fang to fuse with the Hirudora perfectly. The first time they’d tried it he’d put too little power behind his jutsu and a spectacular nothing happened.

Hirudora destroyed the jutsu on impact and continued down its path until it dissipated

The second time they tried was three months later, and Kakashi put too much power into his jutsu this time. Rather than being destroyed on impact by Hirudora, the two techniques clashed and caused a shock wave that knocked both of them back a solid five feet and destroyed the first row of trees that circled the training field they’d chosen as their location. 

The bruises they’d received from that failed attempt had earned them an earful from Lord Third, who had a few opinions about the technique they were attempting to create. If either of them were smart they would have heeded his instructions and stopped trying to create this jutsu. 

They were smart, incredibly so, but they were also equally determined to make it work. If they could do that, then not only would they be unstoppable, but they’d have the satisfaction of proving Lord Third wrong. 

“Alright,” digging his feet in, he glanced at Gai. “Let’s get it right this time.” 

“Yosh! Gate of wonder, open!” In an instant everything shifted. His body bulked just slightly as his muscles increased, and what started as blue sweat dripping from his forehead and neck quickly evaporated to create a blue chakra like aura that radiated around him. 

Even after years of seeing the technique being used in battles, Kakashi still felt a shiver run down his spine when Gai opened that seventh gate. It was the last gate he could open before there was no coming back, and that terrified him. 

He’d only agreed to trying this technique because ultimately he’d managed to convince himself that it was the only way he could prevent Gai from ever opening that final gate. 

If he could work with Gai to create an unstoppable jutsu, then the eighth gate would never be needed. He’d be able to breath easily knowing that Gai would only ever have to push himself to ripped muscles and agonising pain for a short period. There would never be a need for him to watch as Gai’s body burned so hot that it disintegrated into ash that would blow away in the slightest breeze.

That was why he had to get this right. 

To do what little he could to keep another precious person from dying in front of him. 

“Alright,” digging his feet in, he lifted his hands and pressed them together. “On the count of three?”

“One,” Gai began without hesitation, his hands curling into fists while he stepped forward with his left foot and began pulling his right arm back. 

“Two,” focusing his chakra he began weaving his hands into the necessary signs. 

“Three!” Gai slammed his fist forward, the air around it gathering into one giant attack. As the tiger’s face began to form just inches in front of the fist Kakashi finished his hand seals.

Just two feet in front of them the jutsu’s formed. One giant tiger made of compressed air, and a wolf created from condensed lighting. It was a beautiful sight, but not exactly what they were looking for.

“You’ve got it perfect this time, right?” Gai called over the air rushing around them. 

“I’ve got it!” Watching the jutsu’s as they charged forward, Kakashi waited until they’d made it a few feet away before directing his jutsu toward the Hirudora. It wasn’t far enough to save them from breaking their rib’s if the technique collapsed into another shock wave, but he wasn’t worried about that.

He’d thought about it round the clock. 

Practiced his lightning beast: tracking fang every opportunity he got so he could control the amount of power he put into it perfectly. 

It was going to work.

It had to work.

“Moment of truth!” he called out as the techniques connected. Lightning began to swirl around the Hirudora, crackling and breaking as the pressure pulled it in every direction. Bracing himself for impact, he reached out and grabbed hold of Gai’s arm,

Last time he hadn’t done that and the hard crash against the ground had caused Gai immense pain. This time Kakashi was ready to pull Gai into his arms and take the brunt of the fall if he had to.

He just really hoped it didn’t come to that.

“It hasn’t exploded yet!”

“Yet,” Kakashi’s eyes followed the jutsu as it flew through the air, lightning twisting into air. As it got further, his lightning seemed to merge into the Gai’s hirudora. His fingers gripped Gai’s arm, ready to pull him close the second something went wrong.

It didn’t go wrong, though.

It went right. So incredibly, beautifully right.

His lightning twisted into the pressurized air of the Hirudora, filling every available space until the usually white tiger began glowing blue. It was a giant tiger made of electricity, and it was beautiful. 

“We did it,” he whispered.

“We did it!” Gai jumped toward him, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him into a hard kiss. His mask hadn’t been moved so there was a thin layer of fabric between their lips, but it did nothing to dampen the warmth Kakashi felt flooding through him as he deepened the kiss. 

Breaking apart slowly, they pressed their foreheads together and chuckled. “That’s it! That’s our attack, Kakashi.” Gai’s breath tickled his skin. “Something no one else can copy!”

He was right. Even if someone else could use Kakashi’s lightning beast: tracking fang, the seventh gate was an incredibly difficult technique to learn, and that was if a person even learned about the eight gates in the first place.

The only person he knew that could use the gates was Gai, and he was unlikely to fuse his hirudora with anyone but Kakashi. It truly was a move that they could claim as their own. 

“It needs a name,” he surprised himself with the words that fell from his mouth. Usually he wouldn’t name a technique until he’d successfully used it three times, just to make sure he wasn’t committing to something he might not be able to replicate in the future.

That wasn’t an option here. The two of them had agreed they would only practice the jutsu until it succeeded once. Doing anymore was risky and irresponsible. They couldn’t risk putting Gai out of commission on every day off he had. 

If they did that, Gai would never get a proper rest day to enjoy with their friends. 

Their jutsu was brand new, hardly tested, imperfect, and in desperate need of a name. 

“A name fitting of the greatest technique the world has ever seen,” he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Gai’s dramatics. They’d only succeeded at the jutsu once and already he was acting like it was better than anything a shinobi had done in the past. “How about tiger’s fang, or daytime lightning. No, that doesn’t sound right.”

The time was ticking. If they didn’t hurry Gai would collapse into a heap of agony, unable to think clearly enough to come up with a name worthy of such a jutsu. 

Just as he was beginning to think of a name, a loud crash echoed through the air, causing the two of them to break apart and stare down the path they’d sent their attack flying down. The crash confirmed that their new attack could go a decent amount before disappearing out, but the distance wasn’t what concerned Kakashi at the moment.

The sound that followed that crash was of much more interest.

It was similar to a tiger’s roar, but amplified one-hundred times with the crackle of lightning reverberating through it. He didn’t just feel chills running down his spin at the thought of an approaching tiger. His entire body stiffened with fear, ears listening out for an animal that he knew wasn’t coming.

No creature with any sense of survival would stick around after a sound like that. 

“Lightning style: Tiger’s rage.”

“Huh?” Gai dragged his eyes away from the path they’d sent their attack flying down and stared at him with a puzzled expression. 

“The name,” he clarified. “We should call it Lightning style: Tiger’s rage.”

“Tiger’s rage,” as he Repeated the name, a proud smile stretched across his lips, reaching all the way into his beautiful black eyes. “Leave it to you to come up with a fitting name. That’s what we’ll call it, then. Tiger’s ra-”

In an instant the blue vapour that had surrounded him vanished and Gai’s knees crumpled under him. If it were any other instance Kakashi would have stepped in to catch him, preventing him from hitting the ground.

That would have only made matters worse for Gai. so instead he stood there and watched as he fell with a loud thud, groaning as the adrenaline that came with using the eight gates wore off. 

“You alright?” he asked, a playful note in his voice. If Gai could he would have slapped his leg. Unfortunately for him, doing such a thing would only cause him more pain. “Well, I guess there’s no choice.”

Dropping down, he stretched his legs out and laid down in the grass beside Gai. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but comfort wasn’t his goal. All he cared about was keeping Gai company while his body recovered from the incredible pain it was put through after opening the seventh gate.

“Tiger’s rage,” he watched as the clouds passed by overhead. “Our first official combo move.”

“First,” Gai laughed, regretting it immediately when his muscles screamed at the miniscule vibration that ran through his body. “Are you saying we’re going to make more, Rival?”

With each word he spoke Kakashi could see the pain he was in. 

The sheer agony he suffered, just to be able to talk to him. 

“Relax,” he insisted. “You’re just going to prolong the recovery period if you push yourself.”

“Answer the question,” his face twisted into an agonized look. If Kakashi’s didn’t know any better he’d swear his rival was under some sort of genjutsu torture. He did know better, though, and the truth was far more devastating. 

Someone torturing Gai was sickening enough, but if that ever happened he’d at least have a target to take out his anger on. There was no one for him to target in this instance. No one held the blame for Gai’s suffering except Gai and Kakashi. 

He’s the one who agreed to do this. He knew what using the seventh gate would do to Gai and he’d still agreed to the insanity of creating a jutsu that required it. 

“Answer,” reaching over, he hovered his hand just above Gai’s mouth. Not touching him so he didn’t worsen his pain, but making a point that seemed to work. Gai had settled, and the two of them sat there in comfortable silence.

Only after a few minutes of blissful silence staring up at the sky, did Kakashi finally answer the question Gai had insisted on asking him. 

“We can make more,” he smiled down at Gai. “Techniques and jutsu’s that we can use without having to open any gates. How does that sound?”

Gai didn’t answer using his words or by moving his body. He continued to lay there, eyes sparkling with an excitement that Kakashi knew all too well. Words weren’t needed for him to understand how excited Gai was at the prospect of creating more combos with him. 

Anyone who looked into his eyes could see that he was raring to go. If it weren’t for the fact that his body was currently incapacitated by torn muscles, he had no doubt he’d jump to his feet right that minute and start rattling off all sorts of ideas. 

All of that would have to wait. Gai needed to recover, and if he was being honest with himself he didn’t want to think about the next great jutsu quite yet. He was still riding the high of succeeding in this jutsu. 

That would get him through the next week at least. Then he could start thinking about what other kinds of techniques the two of them could do together. Whether they would mold two of their more basic moves together, or create something completely different.

[turboacek-blog]

If Kiba was the main character

Made two recent ish posts where I did Tenten if the main character which was basically just some upgrade ideas for her

And I made/plan to make one where I thought the Inuzuka Clan and Aburame clan should use summons instead of their dogs and insects

So this is the follow up of that

Summon idea

To pull from my other post:

Basically things from Kakashi’s ninja dog summons where being able to talk and use weapons and such would be a nice plus to Kiba having Akamaru as a partner as those pros are added

Werewolf form

I’ve toyed with this idea with fanfiction and such but basically the flip of the man beast transformation where they become the giant two later three headed dog like a Cerberus.

Kiba and Akamaru become a normal (maybe taller and bigger than average human) size man with a lot of the dog/wolf characteristics a la a werewolf (not just transforming into a wolf that I know some adaptations of werewolves do)

Where they have the enhanced strength speed reflexes etc, would likely have the fur and fangs and claws enhanced

And I can see this form having more Justus versatility like unlike the giant one this one could use clones so it’s a numbers vs size

This can have the classic wolf howl be a sound based Justu

Etc etc there’s plenty of things to pull from but I do think in the Naruto world being essentially the super human is a good bonus alone

And it’s an upgrade to existing beast man transformation where Kiba already gets more dog like traits

Burrowing fang

There was an idea of what would each other member of the Konoha 12 nature affinity would be since we learned Naruto’s was wind and Sasuke’s was lightning

And while we don’t know his affinity we saw practically everyone in the war used earth style for that earth wall tactic

Before when trying to think of which element would benefit each person the most, ie people think Tenten should have wind or lightning because of her weapons

For Kiba I chose with earth even before that war move

And earth was mainly because of the digging connection with dogs

So the idea is that Kiba and Akamaru fang over fang can also go underground that way it can not only have a surprise element but also be more powerful with the nature added and versatile as just going underground seems one of the more underrated Justus in Naruto as Naruto and Kakashi have proven its usefulness and Naruto wasn’t even using earth jutsu

Muscle

The weakest and weirdest one but I think out of all the characters outside of Lee and Guy Kiba should be the one I think in the most physical shape

Like he should be built like Shira from the chunin exam filler where he has the muscle and size advantage over someone like Lee

I only bring this up as he’s a Taijutsu specialist and if you don’t have the speed like Lee and Neji or the chakra enhanced strength like a Sakura or Choji or even the most skilled like Sasuke Naruto etc I think you need the muscle to balance it out

This should overall be an increase to other aspects like his tunneling fang hits a little harder

Akamaru

For the other half of the pair ‘Akamaru’ needs some upgrades too

More dogs

Something interesting background lore is that Kiba’s sister Hana Inuzuka has three dogs

And I don’t think we ever see her fight (maybe in filler but whatever) but I think just the idea that having more than one dog at a time can increase the combination possibilities as it’s his version of clones

Red form

It’s implied but make his red form be way more powerful as it seems more Akamaru just gets into battle mode vs it being an upgrade or power boost

Akamaru should be either really feral or fast or strong or something as it just treats it as an equal to Kiba who we already said isn’t the strongest character

Or make it special as Akamaru turning red is already special based on what we know so what if Akamaru red form had special trait like maybe it’s nature is fire so now all it’s attack has a fire element to it resulting in potentially burning the enemy

That’s all for now

Kiba and the Inuzuka clan are hard to think of upgrades for as the dogs while unique in the verse does pigeon hole them into only focusing on the dog techniques established in the beginning

And as Taijutsu specialists it’s weird to say oh they need to be as good as Lee and Neji in Taijutsu when that’s kind of the point for Lee and Neji

If any more ideas let me know :)

[aaatsuuu]

Hi guys *throws my naruto oc at u*

ALSO FORGIVE ME FOR DRAWING. A SHITTY HAT ITS MY FIRST TIME DRAWING A COWBOY HAT OK💔💔💔

Idk her name yet but her clan/last name is Yoso (means Element iirc)

She's 5'10 (I think she's about the third tallest in the Akatsuki), 25 years old, has light-brown hair, black eyes, tan skin, red nails, long and wild hair, doesn't wear any of the Akatsuki rings, and has western boots and a hat. (Listen cowboy shinobi are fucking cool okay)

Main personality traits: Despite her intimidating appearance, she's slightly socially awkward (she gets a little shy easily) and surprisingly friendly, even if she seems standoffish. She has good intentions. She's immensely loyal. Once you get to know her, she's actually very calm and relaxed, almost casual at times. She definitely knows when to be formal and serious, however. At times, she can seem to do things spontaneous or rather at a whim, having an overall versatile personality. She's obedient and pliant most of the time, getting along well easily with many personality types. She's rather quiet, not really speaking unless if she is directly spoken to. She is very patient despite being a berserker-type fighter. More into that later.

Appearance: With her cloak and hat on, she seems to be rather mysterious, the only notable features being her gaze and wild hair. Without her cloak, her appearance looks almost like a primal/animal-based shinobi. She has a rather muscular body for a woman, multiple battle scars from countless battles riddled on her tan skin. She has a small scar on the upper-left corner of her cheek, the only scar on her face. She wraps her upper torso in bandages for unknown reasons despite not being injured. She doesn't let much of her be visible, even keeping her arms not in their sleeves. Though, in battle, she normally takes off her hat and opens her cloak, the collar just resting on her shoulders, akin to a cape.

Fighting-style/prowess:

Specializes in: Taijutsu, Lightning-style Jutsu, Chakra control

The reason why she is so calm is because when angered, her wrath is like a lightning storm. However, due to her having a rather patient temper by default, it can be a bit hard to activate the berserker state at times. Sometimes, it's completely a whim, as if she were to get bothered one day she wouldn't really care, but if she was bothered the same way on a different day, all hell would break loose. Sometimes, she straight-up doesn't even feel like fighting. To counter this, Sasori made injections for her that trigger the chemicals in her brain to make her forcibly enter the berserk state, and she carries 3 injections with her at all times. In this state, she doesn't feel much pain and moves much faster and has amplified strength. However, the fatigue and pain after the state subsides is great. She is able to concentrate her chakra to her nose and ears, giving her a very keen sense of smell and hearing, rivaling the Inuzuka clan. She has a lot of chakra reserve, but the amount of chakra her jutsus takes up quickly flushes out her chakra. In exchange for this, her elemental output is greatly increased, her jutsus being much stronger than the average shinobi. This ties into her kekkei genkai of the Yoso clan. Her Taijutsu prowess is immense, as she doesn't use any weapon aside from occasionally using ninja-tools. Her taijutsu style is unpredictable, specializing in heavy hits and brute strength with technique.

Yoso clan and their kekkei genkai:

The Yoso clan is a rather small clan, not really well known either, since they spend their life mostly in forests. Their kekkei genkai is that when born with whatever natural chakra affinity they have, it gets amplified x5. Essentially, if someone were to do a fire jutsu, it would be much weaker than a Yoso clan member with a fire chakra affinity doing the same jutsu. In exchange for this great increase in power, when a clan member uses a jutsu, it takes up a good chunk of their chakra. The average clan member can use two jutsu consecutively, while my OC can use three. Her chakra affinity is lightning.

Backstory:

Not much honestly aside from being from the Yoso clan. She used to be a nomad after she went rogue, having come from a very small village. While she was a nomad, she used to be a bounty hunter, usually third-partying fights simply to train or collect bounties. Because of this, she accidentally made herself get a bounty and reputation due to occasionally killing ANBU Corp or High-Rank officials. She joined the Akatsuki because Pain helped her when she was wounded and then asked her to join. During her years as a nomad, she picked up slightly wild/animalistic tendencies, making her taijutsu a bit beast-like and very unpredictable.

Anyways I hope she isn't like a Mary sue or smth lmk if she is 😭💔

If you want to draw her, go ahead, but tag me in the art work(I wanna see it!!♡)

[timeless-citadelvanguard]

[primnroses]

Hi! I enjoy your analyses and I have a question. When Kakashi teaches Team 7 about chakra control, he mentions that someone with stellar chakra control would have little issue with learning just about any kind of jutsu. I thought, since Sakura has such impeccable chakra control, it makes sense that she'd be able to learn Fire Style jutsu without having it as her natural affinity. But then people kept saying it would be impossible for her despite evidence to the contrary in Sasuke Retsuden. Are the naysayers right, or are they just hating on her like usual?

They're hating per usual you know how defensive they get when it comes to Sakura Haruno.

It's not impossible for her to learn Fire Release, in fact, anyone can learn a jutsu from the 5 elements as long as they have the talent for it.

Shinobi have an affinity to one element, like Naruto's is wind and Sasuke's is Lightning. Despite that, Sasuke is able to use his family's Fireball Technique and Kakashi is able to perform ninjutsu from any element.

This is unlike Yin or Yang which are ingrained in the shinobi at birth, so shinobi who haven't Yin Release are less proficient in genjutsu or mental energy techniques, and lack of Yang forbids medical ninjutsu or physical energy techniques.

So yes, Sakura can learn Fire Release because it's just a matter of her learning the hand seals to perform the jutsu.

[wordysmith101]

ElectroMagnetic Release

My Random Thoughts 3.0

I mean, if you think about it. Gaara has wind, earth, and lightning.

He has very strong Earth jutsus. In one of the movies, I saw him use lightning, but it wasn't very strong.

His wind and earth combo creates magnet release (according to Gaara Hiden, he can also do other forms of magnet release, including iron sand; he just rarely uses it, which explains why he can train Shinki well).

His earth jutsus are strong; he could rival Onoki if given the chance.

If he learns kekkei touta, I mean, with lightning, it could be electromagnetic release.

I tried researching it, and it seems similar to the particle or dust style of Onoki. But I wonder what could this jutsu entail if given a chance?

[orochiposting]

Naomi Senju ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ | Bio and Facts 

art by the incredible @ its.sunjyo on instagram <3

Name: Naomi Senju 直美 千手 Nickname(s): Nao, Nao-Nao, Mi-Mi, Little Mouse, Princess Naomi Age: 26-27 (Part 1), 30-31 (Part 2), 33 (The Last), 52 (Boruto) Date of Birth: July 13th | 07/13 Status: Alive Current Affiliation: Konohagakure Parents: Tsunade Senju and Jiraiya: The Toad Sage Height: 5’2 or 157.5 cm (Part 1), 5’4 or 162.5 cm (Part 2 & Onward). Weight: 120 lbs or 54 kg Rank: Jonin / Medical Nin MBTI: INTP Gender & Pronouns: Ciswoman & She/Her Sexuality: Bisexual Romantic Interest: Orochimaru (mostly enemies to lovers)

Short Facts

Child Prodigy 

Daughter of Lady Tsunade and Jiraiya

Attained one of Orochimaru’s curse marks around the same time as her teammate Anko. (one of the early forms, before Jugo)

Capable of Water and Earth Release. Eventually learning how to perform Wood Style Release due to a mixture of reasons such as; Her Senju heritage, her natural chakra nature being water and her being capable of earth release, her chakra control and ability to mix the natures at will, and the Hashirama cells from Orochimaru’s initial curse mark form. 

Created her own version of her father's hair needle jizo technique.

Assigned to keep an eye on Orochimaru during Boruto, alongside Yamato. 

In her free time whenever she isn't surveilling Orochimaru, Naomi works at and with children from the ninja academy as a tutor. 

She views Mitsuki as a son

Fun Facts

She is ambidextrous (both right-handed and left-handed, technically.)

Naomi roughly translates to “straight and beautiful.” The kanji for Nao means “blunt, honest, and/or frank.” And Mi which means “Beauty.” 

A heavy drinker and regular smoker

She's read every one of her father's 'romance' novels

Close/Best friends with Kakashi, previously close & even protective of/with Obito during their childhood

Like her mother, she's often called a 'princess' due to her clan and heritage relating to the Hokages throughout the village's history.

Her favorite color is lilac

She's an 'oddly skilled cook' according to anyone who's eaten food prepared by her.

Despite taking after both of her parents in a multitude of ways, she refuses to ever begin or try gambling due to how it affected her relationship with her mother when she was young.

Likes

Reading

Romance or Action/Adventure Novels

Rain

Drinking

Training

Red Spider Lillies

Mice / Small Rodents

Smoking

Snakes

Cooking Meals (for herself or others)

Picnics 

Long Hair (both on her or those she finds attractive)

Routine/Repetition

Competition 

Caffeinated Drinks (Especially Tea)

Studying (Jutsu’s, Science and History) 

Particularly Fond of Biology 

Teaching / Educating 

Dislikes

High Pitched Voices

Hot Weather

Eggplant (the actual vegetable) 

Having Her Picture Taken

Crowded Rooms

Mushrooms

Winged or Flying Insects / Bugs

Sweating

Lightning 

Riddles

Her Hair Being Touched 

Losing to Those She Considers Weaker than She is

Gambling Without a Strategy (So Most Gambling)

Sour Sweets or Foods

Laundry

Personality Traits 

Positive – Persuasive, Analytical, Convincing, Intuitive, Efficient, Caring, Blunt, Honest, Often on High Alert, Observational, Compassionate, Passionate, Intelligent, Calculated, Ambitious, Tactical, Usually Unselfish, Creative, Studious, Witty, Unconventional, Aloof, Merciful, Understanding, Hardworking, Innovative, Resourceful, Resilient

Negative – Abrasive, Emotional, Bipolar, Stubborn, Morbid, Obsessive, Indecisive, Undisciplined, Somewhat Disorganized, Addictive, Impulsive, Jealous, Paranoid, Resentful, Self-Destructive, Temperamental, Snarky, Restless, Sarcastic, Perverted

Life Motto – “If you’re not obsessed with your life, change it.”

Nindo: “What is meant to be will always find a way.” referring to how she truly believes if something is meant to be, it’ll happen no matter what.

Clan Info

Clan Name: Senju Specialty: The Senju clan is known as "the clan with a thousand skills" (千の手を持つ一族, "sen no te o motsu ichizoku") because they can master ninjutsu, taijutsu, genjutsu, and other techniques to give themselves a variety of skills for fighting. The Senju clan's name, "Senju" (千手), directly means "a thousand skills" or "a thousand hands." Kekkei Genkai: Wood Release  Ninja Information Birth Village: The Hidden Leaf / Konohagakure  Current Village: The Hidden Leaf / Konohagakure Academy Graduation Age / Genin Age: 6 Chūnin Promotion Age: 10 Rank: Jonin Previous Teammates: Anko Mitarashi & Tokuma Hyuga Previous Sensei(s): Orochimaru Natural Chakra Nature: Water (although capable of Earth, Wind, and Wood.) Weapon(s): Initially, simple kunai and a regular katana– but following Orochimaru being sealed by Itachi, Oro drops the Sword of Kusanagi/The Grass-Mowing Sword and while Pakkun is searching for Sasuke it is found. When returned to the village, Pakkun gives the sword to Kakashi– who gives it to Naomi to keep.  Talents/Skill(s): Master of Most Medical Ninjutsu/Completed Tsunade’s Medical Ninjutsu training. If marked with an (O) she learned it from Orochimaru. If marked with a (T) she learned it from her mother, Tsunade. If marked with a (J) she learned it from her father, Jiraiya.  Jutsu(s): Teleportation Technique, Substitution Technique, Hidden Shadow Snake Hands(O), Mist Servant Technique, Sly Mind Affect Technique, Water Release Hiding in Water Technique, Water Release Water Gun, Water Release Wild Water Wave, Water Release Water Dragon Jutsu, Wind Release Gale Palm(O), Water Severing Wave, Wind Release Great Breakthrough(O), Vacuum Sword, Earth Release Hiding Like a Mole Technique(O), Earth Release Shadow Clone, Earth Release Swamp of the Underworld(J), Bruising Sky Leg (T), Wild Lion’s Mane Technique, Needle Jizo Technique(J), Hair Needle Senbon(J), “Gallant Needle Hedgehog Technique” (self-made, named after her father + hair manipulation sub-jutsu), Reserve Seal-The Hundred Healings Mark(T)

(incomplete) Backstory  (will be updated...)

Naomi Senju is the only daughter of Lady Tsunade and The Toad Sage Jiraiya— a result of a one-night stand between the two legendary sannins who shared a complex relationship. She was raised by her mother, unaware of who her father was until she was 4 years old due to her mother’s wariness on Jiraiya’s stance on fatherhood or his ability to commit to such a life. But he adored his daughter once finding out about her, despite still being gone most of the time to ‘research’ for his novels or on actual missions. When he would visit the village, he’d spend days with both his daughter and Tsunade. Bonding with both of them and even training Naomi little by little— and she was a little prodigy. Her chakra control and output being her strong suit even when just enrolling in the academy– which she did early at just age 4.

As Naomi aged, her mother’s gambling addiction grew ‘worse’ and she too was often gone— Leaving a young Naomi to become self-sufficient early on. She studied on her own, and with the sensei’s from the academy more often than she’d do anything else. However, her years in the ninja academy were vital for her— making a select few friendships that would last a lifetime with her fellow classmates. The young Senju struggled with making friends, though mostly due to how hot-headed she came off at that age. Not tolerating bullying around her, and not hesitating to fight others that tried to push her too far. She would have gotten in trouble if it wasn’t for how the adults seemed to favor her, be it for her young talent or sannin parentage. 

The competitive prodigy she was, once Naomi heard wind of her friend Kakashi taking the graduation exam early, she couldn’t bear falling behind. Frustrated, the young girl stormed off in a fury without thinking— not paying attention to if anyone was watching her or where she was going. She found herself lost in the forest outside of the village before several large, ferocious animals approached her. Snarling and sniffing at her before relaxing, rubbing against her extended hand for them to smell. It was confusing and odd, both for Naomi and Orochimaru who watched from a distance. The scene before the sannin taught him not to move any closer, expecting the animals to be sensitive to who could get to whatever they were guarding. But for some reason, Naomi was allowed— in fact, one of the oversized hounds began to lead her further into the woods. It was in this forest she’d find the Senju Clan’s hideout for the first time, reading a small inscription that guided her on entry before making her way inside. Curiously and anxiously looking around before spotting scroll after scroll, and book after book. She stayed in the hidden temple for hours, reading and attempting to replicate what she’d learned. When she finally left the building, Naomi knew she had learned something that would for sure convince the academy to allow her to graduate early too. 

When she returned to the village, being guided out of the thick of the forest by the oversized puppies(in her eyes), Naomi went straight to her sensei and insisted he’d watch her perform a jutsu for graduation. Once given permission, she led the teachers outdoors and began to form hand signs in quick succession before a beam of wood protruded from the palm of her hand. Extending towards a tree only 3 yards away from the young girl, before falling onto the ground. With an annoyed huff, she stomped and released the jutsu- allowing the wood to fall from her hand before she crossed her arms over her chest in a pout as she complained she didn’t do it correctly. Despite this little tantrum for not being ‘perfect,’ both the teachers and Orochimaru in the distance were astonished to see the young girl performing wood-style release even if unpolished. She was instantly granted the right to graduate alongside Kakashi. Although neither of them would be placed on teams of 3 until later, they instead did small solo assignments within the village until the rest of their class graduated. 

It was due to her unexpected ability to hone wood-style jutsu that Orochimaru would take an initial interest in her- her potential rather, especially considering the experiments he was actively working on at the time in secret. He’d start to come by more often, offering her guidance in her training until she would eventually be placed on a team of 3 alongside her friend Anko under the sannin’s tutelage. Like Anko, Orochimaru would bring Naomi to his laboratory and teach her. Both the young girls looked up to him, and Naomi even felt pride at how well she retained information or would actually assist in his work- even if she didn’t understand what was going on with it, or any of the real details. Years would pass of Naomi growing close to her sensei, attached to both him and the lab itself– almost seeing it as a safe place to do and say as she pleases. And yet, it was one fateful day when Orochimaru would bring Naomi to his lab that would change her life, and how she’d view those ‘happy’ memories of training with him for years to come. The day he would place the curse mark on her before doing the same to Anko days later, the original version of it— with Hashirama cells, curious to see how she’d react compared to the Senju children like Tenzo he was experimenting on. It was painful, confusing, and horrifying for the young girl— but she survived, and that was a positive. Soon after both she and Anko return to the village, the third coincidentally finds out about Orochimaru’s experiments on the different children and humans. Leading the girl’s sensei to abandon both them and the village altogether. 

Following Orochimaru’s disappearance, Naomi struggled to manage her curse mark while still training for the chunin exams– Seeing as when Orochimaru was still both her and Anko’s sensei he recommended the team for promotion. All three of his previous students would pass the exams and become chunin. 

For 4 years, Naomi went on missions with other chunin or assisted Jonin on any assignments she could get in between her solo training– trying to make up for the loss of a teacher on her own. Although, she finally got some solid one-on-one training with her father, Jiraiya, in this period of ‘peace.’ He’d finally teach her about his hair manipulation technique or more specifically the Needle Jizō technique. 

When the nine tails attacked, Naomi was 14. Despite all she’d seen and gone through up to this point, the destruction left on her home by the nine-tails was unlike anything she’d ever seen before. The horrors she saw from the attack caused her to put her studies and training into overdrive as if she wasn’t already overworking herself. In just two years after the nine-tails attack, Naomi had successfully passed the exam and additional requirements to be promoted to Jonin at age 16.  (I will make posts with art of her I get commissioned over time to describe and talk about her life during the series !! and potentially write more about her as a whole.)

[narhinafan]

Sarada gets handed unearned powerups and pushed along with the plot because they want to have an Uchiha MC. I get that Sakura is "normal" but it's boring that she's a basic Uchiha while Boruto and Himewari have interesting new abilities. I've lost faith in them doing anything unique with her. My hopes for the new gen female charas are with Himewari and Sumire. Luckily they seem like they'll get decent attention, I hope that means Kishi learned his lesson after Sakura

She's not even an MC, she was only made to have a next gen Uchiha, but I wouldn't class her as main character. Yeah Sarada should have been more like Sasuke before the massacre with fire and lightning jutsu maybe swap lightning with earth or water instead since those are Sakura's elements.

Sarada still has the MS, but how they gave it to her ruined it and she hasn't even used it after the time skip.

Sumire was basically an anbu when she was back at the academy and she has Nue. Would have been nice to see some advance water style from her and Nue combination jutsu. Also scientific ninja tools Sumire has everything she needs to be a interesting character and good in a fight.

Himawari had the Byakugan so perfect chance to, but the Hyuga clan more into the spotlight show how OP the style is mix the rasengan and shadow clones from her Uzumaki side. She even got Kurama I want to see Himawari's lion fist take the form of foxes.

[luv-kakashi]

One of us is dead

chapter ten - missions

chapter nine | chapter eleven

Genin: the ranking has two very different meanings.

Back in Kirigakure, only those who emerged victorious in killing their comrades were made genin. And even then, the genin were overworked with missions beyond their calibre.

But here in Konoha, genin life was much different. After making genin a week ago, Team Two have completed an overall 15 missions, all being D-rank and C-rank of course.

You'd think that especially during a war, the village would need more manpower to complete more of the important missions, but that wasn't the case when our team was inundated with 'missions' ranging from dog-sitting, grocery shopping and watering a civilian's garden.

Furthermore, for some reason, Kushina sensei hasn't been leading any of our missions as of late. She named Shisui as team captain during her absence. Perhaps the village needs all the jounin to be completing the more pressing missions, leaving us genin with the more boring of the lot.

Finally, Team Two received a mission with Kushina Sensei and was probably the most exciting mission we've had so far. Although it was a C-rank mission, it did require us to move out of the village. We had to travel to Sunagakure to give the Kazekage a scroll.

"Honestly, when we were told we had to go to Suna for this mission I got so excited. But there's nothing exciting about 500 miles of sand." Akira sighed, as we jumped through the trees, returning home after the mission.

"At least we were able to get out of the village for a while," Kushina replied.

I quickly noticed Shisui slowly becoming more and more retired and isolated. He hasn't said a word for a while now and it was becoming more and more unsettling by the minute. Sensei even picked up on his strange behaviour, before taking a deep breath as she retired to the same expression Shisui had plastered over his face.

I haven't known him for long, but it doesn't take much to notice his irrational behaviour. I quickly turned around to face him, and I sent him a small smile to see if he was okay, yet his same stoic expression never faltered one bit.

That's when it dawned on me. Two shinobi were ahead of us, waiting in the trees. I scanned the branches, my senses on high alert. They were skilled—their large chakra stores betrayed their presence. But I could feel them, the weight of their killing intent pressing against my mind like a cold, dark tide.

"Who pissed in your milk, Shisui? Lighten up, will you? I'm starting to think you're dead." Akira chuckled.

"30 km ahead north-east." Was all Shisui said as we continued to jump through the dense trees.

Sharp reflexes, Uchiha. I thought to myself.

"2 ninjas are waiting for us ahead," Kushina said, pulling out a kunai. Judging from their chakra stores, they were quite powerful too.

We made our way to where the ninjas were supposed to be, kunai in hand, ready for an attack.

But they were nowhere to be seen. Or so I thought.

An earth-style jutsu soon ripped through the earth separating Shisui and Sensei from me and Akira, before a series of water-style jutsus were thrown our way. I looked around to see if my teammates were okay. Akira seemed fine; well, he was sturuggled to get up from the impact of the attack.

On the other hand, Shisui was nowhere to be seen.

I rose to my feet, realising one of the ninjas had coated their arm with an earth-style jutsu and was quickly charging towards me. I must use lightning to nullify the attack.

"Lightning style: Jolt clamp!" I shouted, running straight to the ninja as my jutsu paralysed the surrounding muscles in her arm. The ninja stumbled back, gripping her limp limb before shouting out to me.

"Would you look at that? Princess has left us for the Leaf," the taller of the two shinobi retorts, as he walks towards me.

Shit, shit, shit.

They're after me. I need to dispose of them fast before the others find out.

"You have the wrong person! I have no idea what you're talking about." I spat, holding my kunai in a defensive stance.

"Stop hiding Kunoichi Thirteen," the other ninja started to rant, before she turned to her partner, "Cash, check her ID."

The other ninja came behind me, pinning my wrists to my back using one hand, the other pulling back my hair as he examined my neck. "There's nothing there."

Shit, shit, shit. I need to shut them up fast.

I slammed my head to meet the ninja's nose, causing him to loosen his grip on my hair. Just as I was preparing for an attack, Shisui popped out of the trees he was hiding in.

About time, stupid Uchiha.

"Fire style: Fireball jutsu!"

The two ninjas jumped back to dodge his attack. But after seeing a glimpse of his blaring sharingan, they immediately started to back away.

"It's... it's Shisui of the body flicker." They stammered as they turned away, afraid to take on his visual prowess.

"It looks like they're gone now," Shisui said, offering a hand to Akira as Kushina turned to me.

"Sorry for not helping sooner, I needed to find out who they were after," Kushina stated as she deadpanned her gaze towards me, "and they made that pretty clear."

"What did they want from you Y/N?"

"I'm sure they mistook me for someone else. Honestly, I was so shaken up, I didn't even register what they said to me." I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Did they hurt you?" Kushina asked, holding my face between her hands inspecting for any wounds.

"I think I'm okay," I replied, "I'm sorry I just didn't expect it."

"Many more of our missions may end up being like this, we need to be alert at all times," Shisui said before we started making our way back to the leaf.

The more I play the role of an innocent Y/N Uzumaki, who's estranged from her family, the more pressure I'm under. It won't be long until more shinobi from The Byakua try to come get me. Even worse, what if the masked man and Zetsu chase after me?

I need to wrap up my business here in the Leaf, before I am found out.

"I hate having missions and hospital shifts on the same day. I never get a break, do I?" Akira whined as we finally reached Konoha.

"You signed up for this Bakakira, stop complaining." Shisui retorted, earning a moan from him.

"Shisui, can you come with me to fill out the mission report? It'll give you good practise for when you become jounin." Kushina said, giving him the returning scroll from Sunagakure as they flickered to the Hokage tower.

"Want me to walk you to the hospital?" I asked as I turned to Akira.

"Yeah sure."

We walked through the evening streets of Konoha, enjoying the tranquillity of the air around us. The fresh scent of ramen wafted through the air, mingling with the faint aroma of the cherry blossoms which lined the streets. We watched as laughter echoed from the children leaving the academy, weaving between the adults excited from a day of adventure.

"Hey Akira," I ask, breaking the comfortable silence between us.

Ever since I met Akira, one thought has always lingered in the back of my mind, a thought that grew with each day, fuelled by curiosity.

"Why do you work so hard to become a medic, Akira?"

"In all honesty, I never wanted to become a medic," Akira replies, "Actually, I was on track to graduating with Shisui and our other friend Itsuki years ago. We all agreed to graduate early, get put on the same team and become an unstoppable trio. But that year, my father tragically passed away on a mission."

"Oh, I'm so sorry for bringing this up Akira. I'm sorry for your loss," I admitted apologetically, fumbling to change the subject from something so painful.

"Thank you, but it was many years ago. I've had my time to grieve," Akira said, his voice steady yet tinged with a quiet sadness. He glanced at me with a comforting gaze, his eyes soft but resolute, as if he was reassuring me as much as himself.

"You see, he was a medic, a prideful one at that. But during one fateful mission, the entire team wound up critically injured before they could ultimately finish the mission. My father just couldn't let it go.

Shinobi rule no. 103, "No medic shall ever die until they are the last of their platoon". But that meant nothing to my father. He sacrificed his life to make sure that the mission was completed, and he depleted the very last of his chakra to heal his comrades."

His words hung in the air between us, carrying the unspoken memories of a time that had shaped him into the person he was now.

"The news of his death shook me to my core. I knew he was an exceptional shinobi of a high ranking. I guess it never occurred to me that my father could one day be killed on a mission. I started to lose all hope in the shinobi system... everything seemed so pointless. What was the point in going to the academy, training to become a shinobi only to be eventually killed one day?

I stopped going to my classes in the academy, gave up on my training and spent my days wasting my time at home.

It wasn't until my father's funeral that my whole outlook on the shinobi system changed."

Rain relentlessly poured from the dark clouds rolling in. The trees surrounding the cemetery stood tall and still, their leaves barely rustling in the gentle breeze, as if nature itself was holding its breath in respect.

"Why? Why did he have to die?" Akira screamed into the distance; the weight of his grief was palpable, bearing down on him like a physical force. His fists clenched tightly at his sides as tears streamed down his face.

"Akira hold your head up high," The Hokage said, his voice firm yet gentle, as he placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Why? Why should I? My father is dead because of this stupid shinobi system," Akira yelled, as anger replaced his tear-filled gaze. His balled fists shook from the intensity of his emotion.

"My dad is dead, and I'm supposed to just accept that? Accept that this is the fate of any shinobi. How long will it be until it's my mom I have to bury? Or my brother?" Akira's voice cracked as he spoke, the thought of losing more of his family becoming too much to bear.

"I know the pain is overwhelming. I too have lost those I held dear to me," The Hokage reassured, "But you must find the strength within you to rise above it. Your father was a very skilled member of my guard. In fact, his will of fire inspired me during the warring period after the Second Great Shinobi War.

He believed that sacrifice was necessary to guarantee prosperity for our future generations. Like how the cherry blossom must shed its old petals for new ones to bloom. Don't you see Akira? His will of fire resides in you. The most honourable act you can do is to not let his name be forgotten in vain. Honour his name and his work Akira."

"And so, becoming a medic is my way of honouring his memory. I suppose my reason isn't very creative and I do complain a lot about the shifts and the amount of work tha-"

"I think that's very admirable, Akira-kun," I interrupted gently, my voice cutting through the tension that had thickened the air. The words hung in the air between us, soft and filled with sincerity. I knew it couldn't erase the hurt that came with losing his father, "You carry his spirit with you Akira, I'm sure he's very proud of you."

Akira's gaze flickered to a vulnerable, raw expression as he reconciled with the weight of my words and the grief in his heart.

"Thanks Y/N. I really appreciate it." Akira smiled

"Anyways, enjoy your shift Bakakira!" I chuckled as we made our way to the hospital entrance.

"You have a way of ruining these moments, you know!"

"You'll live!"

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Akira's reasons for becoming a medic are so noble! he's so adorable. The time is ticking, Y/N's past continues to haunt her every minute she spends in Konoha.

Anyways, I went back to university last week and i'm already drowning in work help me. Sometimes I think that making this story an YN story was such a dumb decision.

But other than that, how are you? please tell me anything I'm so deprived of human contact.

Loving you always,

Suri