Kapitel 69: chapter
Naruto made his way towards the Uzumaki temple, the unconscious form of Sasuke slung over his shoulder
As he walked, the surroundings seemed to fall away, and he was left with his thoughts, the rhythmic sound of his footsteps
After a while, Naruto arrived at the outskirts of Konoha. He stood before an abandoned shrine, a place of significance to the Uzumaki clan – the Uzumaki shrine.
The shrine, originally erected in honor of the Uzumaki clan, now bore the signs of neglect and decay. Its once-proud structure had fallen into disrepair, exhibiting visible cracks and surrounded by overgrown weeds
Observing the sorry state of the shrine, Naruto shook his head in a mixture of disappointment
His voice carried a tinge of anger as he muttered, "Konoha really didn't care about its own allies."
Stepping into the shrine, he was here to take the Shinigami Mask.
As he ventured deeper into the shrine, he eventually arrived at its basement. The walls were adorned with numerous symbols, each carrying a piece of the Uzumaki clan's history.
Naruto located a room within the shrine and put Sasuke on a bed.
"It'll take some time for him to fully recover," he voiced his thoughts.
Leaving the room, Naruto stood before a wall within the shrine.
Suspended on the wall was a striking demon mask, its vivid red hue capturing his attention.
His hand reached out, making contact with the mask's surface. As his fingers met the cool texture of the mask, a chilly sensation spread through him, an ethereal connection forming between Naruto and the mask.
With the demon mask now secured at his waist, Naruto prepared to leave the shrine. He knew that the power of the Shinigami mask required a living sacrifice to be utilized.
Naruto existed the shrine and headed towards the forest to find some poor souls for his reanimation jutsu.
He was not aware of what was happening outside the world.
*Kumo*
The Raikage sat upon his imposing chair, radiating an aura of strength and authority.his muscular frame attesting to his physical prowess.
His stature was tall and robust, embodying a figure of power.
Spread before him were pictures, each holding a story of its own.
Focused on those images, his expression contorted with rage, the intensity of his emotions unmistakable.
His gaze fixated on the depictions of Kumogakure ninjas, lifeless and defeated, their fates sealed at the hands of Naruto and Sasuke.
However, he was not aware that these were not genuine Kumo ninjas, but rather the creations of Zetsu.
Unaware of the true nature of the situation, the Raikage's perspective was shaped by his belief that Konoha's shinobi were responsible for the deaths of his own.
The images before him painted a grim picture, solidifying his conviction that his village's shinobi had fallen victim to the actions of Konoha's ninja.
His anger and frustration grew, fueling his determination to address what he perceived as an assault on his village and its honor.
He had a serious face, he was thinking about how will he take action against Konoha.
And there was another problem, he looked at his brother Bee. He was in a very sorry state.
Bee's condition was dire, teetering on the brink of life. The recent events had been harrowing – two members of the Akatsuki had ambushed him not long ago.
Miraculously, he had managed to extricate himself from their clutches by resorting to a desperate measure. Severing a small tendril of his own body, he had used it to reinvigorate himself, narrowly escaping their grasp.
The consequences of their encounter had been severe, as the entire form of the Eight-Tails had been captured by the Akatsuki.
Through sheer luck and resourcefulness, Bee had managed to slip their hold and escape. Now, his weakened state served as a testament to the challenges he had faced and the struggle for survival he had waged.
Now he was in a tattered state. He was barely standing. 95% of the chakra from the Eight-Tailed Beast was taken away. Only his consciousness was left.
"Why are they collecting the tailed beasts?" A asked his brother.
"I don't know," Bee answered him. He was in no mood for rapping. He was dead serious this time, just one inch away from death.
"What should we do about Konoha and its growing power?" A asked his brother. Although he was the Kage, he always asks his brother in these types of matters.
Bee was a ninja from Kumo. He couldn't watch their ninjas die like that in the hands of Konoha.
"Konoha had their own jinchuriki," Bee spoke.
A raised his eyebrows. He knew that Konoha had their own jinchuriki, but why was his brother mentioning it now? A looked at him, silently asking him to continue.
"Akatsuki were hunting all the tailed beasts. They had gathered all the beasts; only the Nine-Tailed Fox was remaining. So when they attacked Konoha and took their jinchuriki, we can attack them," Bee said to his brother.
A looked at his brother. He grinned; his brother was right. When Konoha was in its weakest state, they would purge them.
He looked at the pictures again. He could see that other than Kumo ninjas, there were also Kiri and Iwa ninjas.
He knew the old man Tsukikage wouldn't sit still, and as for the Mizukage, he didn't know how she would react to this.
But he had to fix the meeting with them and discuss this matter.
He started to write something on the empty scroll and with a whistle, an eagle landed on the edge of the window.
He tied the small scroll to the leg of the eagle, and the eagle took off in flight.
"Let's see how you will handle all three hidden villages and Akatsuki at the same time," A spoke in a low voice.
After all, he was the leader of a hidden village and the village meant everything to him.
In reality, he wasn't sad that his ninjas were dead; he was waiting to strike Konoha. In his opinion, all the ninjas who had died were cannon fodder.
Amidst the tranquil expanse of the sky, an eagle soared with grace, its wings slicing through the air as it drew nearer to its destination.
A sense of anticipation hung in the atmosphere, a prelude to the imminent change that would envelop the surroundings.
Gradually, the serene landscape began to shift, transforming from its former state. The once-unbroken vista now gave way to the emergence of rocky terrain, as the setting underwent a subtle yet profound alteration.
Guided by an unseen current, the eagle descended upon the hidden village nestled amidst the rocky expanse.
The terrain's rough texture mirrored the village's unique identity, with boulders of varying sizes forming a distinctive landscape.
The buildings seamlessly melded with the natural formations, constructed within and upon the rocky hills. Sunlight played upon the light brown hues of the hills, creating an atmosphere that was both rugged and awe-inspiring.
At the heart of the village, a massive tower stood tall and proud.
This towering structure, unmistakably the Tsuchikage's tower, was a central figure in the village's layout, its prominence signifying its importance within the community.
Amidst the rocky backdrop, the village exuded a distinct character, setting it apart from others in the shinobi world.
In the tower, an old man with short height and a big red nose sat on the chair.
He was looking ahead; on the table, there were some pictures.
In those pictures, he saw how Naruto and Sasuke were butchering Iwa ninjas. These were the ninjas who had gone missing for some days, and he couldn't find them.
But now, everything was in front of him. He knew who had kidnapped their ninjas and killed them.
"It was all Konoha's doing," he spat out in anger.
In front of him, his son and granddaughter were standing.
They all looked at him, anger present in their eyes. How could they not be angry? Someone had killed their ninjas.
Onoki's gaze was fixed on an image of Naruto, his expression a mixture of contemplation and anger.
He had been informed by some unknown source that claimed Naruto was the offspring of the Yellow Flash – the very man responsible for the deaths of countless Iwa ninjas during the Third Great Ninja War.
And now, his son was doing the same, killing Iwa ninjas.
"I will kill this brat. I wasn't able to kill his father, but his son? I can kill him," Onoki said while looking at Naruto.
Witnessing his grandfather's angered demeanor, Korotsuchi stepped forward, her voice infused with confidence and determination.
"Don't worry, Grandpa. I'll kill him," she spoke with a resolute tone.
Her age mirrored Naruto's, and she carried with her the unique ability of Lava Release, a testament to her own strength. Her words conveyed her assurance that she would take on the responsibility of addressing the situation,
Onoki looked at his granddaughter. He was proud of her. He knew that there was no one in the younger generation that could be compared to his granddaughter, but he was not sure if she would go against Naruto or not.
However, he was confident in his granddaughter.
"Yes, you can kill him, but first you have to train more and reach the Kage level," he spoke to her. He knew she could become a Kage-level ninja in due time; she was now an elite Jonin.
Kurotsuchi smiled. She had made up her mind. She would kill her enemies, and now her enemy was Naruto, the son of the Yellow Flash.
Knock knock
They all heard a knock on the window and saw an eagle. Onoki opened the window and let the bird come in.
He looked at the bird's leg and saw the letter. He knew this letter was sent by the Raikage.
He quickly opened the letter and started to read. As he read, his smile became wider. He chuckled a bit while reading the letter, then he looked at his son and granddaughter.
"You two, prepare our ninjas. Soon, very soon, we will attack Konoha. But first, we will go to the Land of Iron. The Raikage has set up a meeting," he spoke.
In the letter, he read that the Raikage wanted to attack Konoha, but first, they had to form an alliance between them. Onoki had been waiting for this moment for many years, and now this was his chance.
He wanted to acquire good resources for his village, and Konoha had a rich amount of resources. This was his opportunity. The meeting was scheduled for three days from today.
*Kiri*
A captivating woman occupied the seat reserved for the Kage, her presence commanding attention.
With vibrant orange hair that caught the light, her fair skin contrasted elegantly against the backdrop.
Her lips, adorned in a shade of cherry red, conveyed a sense of allure. An air of confidence emanated from her curvaceous figure, her body displaying a captivating blend of sensuality and strength.
The sunlight played upon her smooth white legs, creating a radiant glow that enhanced her striking appearance.
Engrossed in the letter from the Raikage, the woman's contemplative expression revealed her internal struggle.
Her village had only recently emerged from a civil conflict, leaving them in a fragile state.
Among the five great villages, they were considered the weakest. The decision before her was a pivotal one – an opportunity to elevate her village's standing and gain advantages in the aftermath of Konoha's downfall.
Her mind churned with conflicting thoughts, torn between the potential benefits and the moral implications of forming an alliance with someone who intended to attack another village.
"Should I do it or not?" In this moment of uncertainty, she grappled with the ethical dilemma and the potential consequences of her choice.
The allure of potential gains and resources that a successful attack could provide weighed heavily on her mind.
The prospect of securing a significant amount of wealth and resources for her village was a tempting proposition.
However, the looming uncertainty of failure cast a shadow over her thoughts, reminding her of the potentially catastrophic consequences that could unfold.
Deep in contemplation, she deliberated on the decision before her. The enormity of the choice was not lost on her.
Ultimately, she resolved to seek further insight and perspective by attending the Kage meeting.
This meeting, where leaders would gather, held the promise of shedding light on the intricacies of the situation.
With her decision made, she rose from her seat, a determined expression on her face.
She prepared herself for the journey to the Land of Iron, where the Kage summit awaited – an event that would likely shape the course of the shinobi world.
AN~how do you like the chapter tell me in the comments.
Man, I hate these types of chapters, the politics sucks.
And give me your power stones…
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