Ninja Academy.
Third Year, Class A.
Uchiha Sasuke actually came to class today for once.
Ever since he became Hatake Kakashi's student, he'd been unusually busy.
To him, the Ninja Academy no longer had any meaning.
Unless it was to learn the so-called Will of Fire.
Sasuke had once been somewhat interested because of Uchiha Itachi, but after the Night of the Massacre, he kept his distance.
Besides, he had revenge on his mind. Something as vague and intangible as the Will of Fire had nothing to do with him.
When Sasuke walked into the classroom, the atmosphere grew especially quiet.
After all, it was his first time returning to school since the Night of the Massacre.
Though they were young, the Uchiha clan's fate was widely rumored enough that everyone had heard something.
Feeling the strange looks, Sasuke snorted lightly.
He suddenly understood Uzumaki Naruto.
Before this, Naruto must have been this annoyed too, right?
But for him to stay so upbeat and cheerful—that Sasuke couldn't fathom, nor could he imitate it.
What on earth supports him?
Thinking this, Sasuke looked at Naruto.
To his surprise—and discomfort—Naruto didn't pay him any mind.
He sat alone at his desk, seemingly spacing out.
In reality, Naruto was chatting with Namikaze Minato and Uzumaki Kushina.
"So that's Mikoto's boy? Poor thing."
Kushina and Uchiha Mikoto were close—practically best friends.
They'd even gotten pregnant around the same time.
Though for Mikoto, it was her second child.
"I'm afraid there's a lot of foul play behind this."
Minato had been Hokage; he wasn't some simple naive type.
From Naruto's account, he instinctively sensed something was off.
In fact, during his term, he'd tried to resolve the Uchiha conflict peacefully.
Unfortunately, time wasn't on his side.
Because of the Nine-Tails' rampage, he'd been forced to stop.
"Hmph!"
Kushina punched Minato. "Do you even have to ask? It was the Third and Danzo pulling strings."
Because of Naruto's experiences, she'd completely lost any goodwill toward Hiruzen Sarutobi and Shimura Danzo.
Minato didn't dare dodge the punch of love and could only accept it with a wry smile.
"Naruto, you and Sasuke basically grew up together. Help him out from now on."
Kushina sighed. "And who knows where the missing Mikoto is now."
"Don't worry. Lady Tsunade will find her."
Minato patted her shoulder, comforting her.
Naruto exited the seal space. When he came back to himself, he saw Sasuke.
"Sasuke!"
He waved and called out.
"…"
Sasuke thought, that familiar vibe is back.
He walked over unhurriedly. "Wait for me after school. I'm challenging you."
He hadn't come back to attend class. He'd come to settle a score.
Under Kakashi's targeted training, his strength had skyrocketed.
Plus, with two-tomoe Sharingan, there was no way he'd lose to anyone his age again.
"Okay!"
Naruto smiled brightly.
He knew Sasuke well.
Competitive to a fault.
But that trait also made it easier to pull him out of the darkness.
Of course, revenge played a part too.
Uncomfortable with Naruto's overly warm gaze, Sasuke turned and took his seat.
"Sasuke-kun!"
A pink-haired girl entered his line of sight.
"You've got the wrong classroom."
Sasuke said coolly.
"Sasuke-kun…"
Haruno Sakura hesitated, her face worried.
He used to be cold outside, warm inside; now he exuded distance through and through, making him hard to approach.
"I'm fine."
Sasuke glanced at her, then ignored her.
"Sakura, I heard you've been learning medical ninjutsu?"
Naruto broke the awkward mood at just the right moment.
"Mm. From the director we met last time—Yakushi Nonō. I'm her student now."
Talking about this perked Sakura up. "She says I'm very talented."
"You've always been impressive, Sakura."
Naruto forced a slightly unnatural compliment.
"Nice, son—well done. With girls, you've got to praise them."
Kushina's voice echoed in his head. "But she seems to like Sasuke. You'll have to pick someone else."
"Kushina, Naruto's still young. No need to rush."
Minato chuckled.
"You have the nerve to say that?"
Kushina glared. "Who was it staring at me when he was barely out of diapers?"
"…"
Minato scratched his head awkwardly.
Kushina ignored him and enthusiastically started giving Naruto advice.
"Naruto, you don't look so great. Are you sick? I can take a look."
Sakura had noticed his expression. "I haven't studied long, but I know a little medicine."
"I'm fine."
Naruto quickly waved her off. "Sakura, class is about to start. You should go back."
If you don't, my mom's going to nag me into insanity.
"Mm."
Sakura nodded, then looked at Sasuke. "Sasuke-kun, I'll be back later."
After she left, Kushina sighed in pity. "Knew it—she likes someone else."
"Mom, I'm not interested in dating right now."
Naruto finally slipped back into the seal space.
If his awareness stayed outside while chatting, he'd make actual sounds.
"It's not that you're not interested. You just haven't met the right girl."
Kushina, with a "don't I know you" look, added, "If only Sasuke were a girl, huh."
"How are you getting more outrageous by the second?"
Naruto facepalmed.
He'd always looked up to his parents, but after meeting them, they weren't quite as he'd imagined.
Especially Kushina.
…
Outside, Natsume was peeking in and nodded.
Not bad.
Natsume glanced at Hyūga Hinata.
She was sitting properly in class, posture immaculate.
Yamanaka Ino wasn't there.
She'd taken some time off to get started as a medical-nin.
In truth, with her clan's secret techniques, she didn't really need school.
But school had its own merits—like making friends.
In the future, that's very useful.
You never know when a classmate will lend a hand.
Especially since Ino would inherit the Yamanaka clan.
Connections mattered even more.
After a quick look around, Natsume decided to come back after school to watch Sasuke and Naruto's spar.
Though odds were Naruto would win.
He had his parents now, after all.
In terms of pure ability, they might be on the same level now.
But in experience, Namikaze Minato was the Yellow Flash—he relied on a lot more than just Flying Raijin.
…
Daimyō's mansion, Land of Waves.
Natsume convened a meeting.
There weren't many attendees, but they represented the prototype of his organization.
Just three people.
Uzumaki Hinae, Uchiha Shisui, and Uchiha Izumi.
"Natsume, I found the ruins of the Hidden Sky Village you asked for."
Shisui looked astonished. "Just like you said, there's a massive, tailed-beast-like thing underneath."
He hadn't expected a small village to secretly build such a massive project.
Natsume nodded.
He'd sent Shisui partly to give him work and partly to save "Fate Points."
The Hidden Sky Village—destroyed in the Second Shinobi War.
Shinnō was its survivor.
For revenge, he built a super flying fortress powered by the Zero-Tails—aka the Land of the Sky stronghold.
Its ultimate weapon, the super cannon, had power comparable to a Tailed Beast Bomb.
Beyond that, the Land of the Sky's tech was… eccentric.
They had super battleships reminiscent of those from a past life—pretty potent.
Natsume immediately decided those should belong to the Sunny Sea Shipping Company.
In the Shippuden: Bonds movie, it even opens with those super ships attacking Konoha.
And the Sky-nin, using iron wings like human bombers, rained bombs and shuriken from the sky.
Even Tsunade was at a loss.
Flying is quite troublesome in the shinobi world.
In the end, they were defeated by the invincible Aburame Shino.
They had no defense against bugs, which was… kind of absurd.
But that's movies—tech and plot are often messy.
Natsume had worried the movie's story might not exist in this world.
But it clearly did.
"What about Shinnō? Any sign of him?"
Natsume asked again.
He wanted the fortress and the super ships.
He also wasn't going to miss the techniques on Shinnō.
"Not yet."
Shisui explained, "Our intel net is newly formed, so its output is limited."
Each of the Five Great Villages had intel networks.
Akatsuki did too.
So Heaven's Mandate would need one as well.
But building one takes time—no quick results.
After the Hidden Sky Village fell, Shinnō disguised himself as a medical-nin and traveled, treating people.
Of course, his goal was to steal techniques.
For example, he got the Eight Gates and sealing arts from Konoha.
Normally, you can't just steal those.
Natsume suddenly thought of Orochimaru.
In the movie, Orochimaru learned Shinnō's forbidden medical jutsu was complete and sent Sasuke to grab it.
Which meant they were connected—otherwise the intel wouldn't be so fresh.
"Shisui, keep looking. If you don't find him, it's fine."
Natsume paused. "Focus on building the intel net. Don't worry about burning money."
"Understood."
Shisui answered immediately.
"Pick a few people and get ready. We'll head to the Hidden Sky Village in a bit."
Natsume continued.
There was a lot of loot there.
He couldn't haul it all alone.
And a fortress that big needed crew.
But where to put it?
The Land of Waves was small and too conspicuous.
Good for making money, but any major move would catch Fire and Water Country's attention.
Natsume felt they needed another place as Destiny's secret base.
There were plenty of options—like the Land of Demons or the Land of Snow.
The rest of the meeting was Uzumaki Hinae's report. Mainly arrangements for the Uchiha clan. Ordinary clanspeople and shinobi were assigned to different posts, giving the Sunshine Trading Company a big boost in manpower.
Listening to this, Natsume got a mischievous idea. He slipped off his sandals, lifted Hinae's skirt with his right foot, and pressed it against her smooth thigh. His toes traced slow, teasing circles along her inner thigh, inching higher until they brushed against the damp fabric of her panties, feeling the heat radiating from her core.
"Why'd you stop?"
Natsume asked innocently, his voice steady.
Hinae faltered for a moment, her cheeks flushing as she felt his foot press firmly against her swelling clit through the thin barrier. Natsume quickly covered for her, smiling.
"Keep going."
Gritting her teeth and feeling the insistent caress on her leg—his toes now rubbing deliberately against her soaked folds, parting them slightly through the fabric—Hinae continued. But as time passed, her beautiful eyes lost focus, growing faintly seductive, her breath coming in shallow gasps as her arousal built, her pussy clenching involuntarily around nothing.
Shisui and Izumi, pure-hearted youngsters, noticed nothing.
Natsume's face was all seriousness—like a painter focused on his work. Under the table, his foot worked expertly, sliding her panties aside with his toes and dipping one into her slick entrance, thrusting shallowly while his big toe circled her clit, making her thighs tremble.
Finally, the report ended.
Hinae shivered, pressed her legs together around his foot, and lowered her head, trying to keep her expression unreadable as a small orgasm rippled through her, her juices soaking his skin.
"Anything else? If not, we'll adjourn here."
Natsume spoke straight-faced.
All three shook their heads.
Shisui and Izumi left first. They still had to arrange matters regarding Shinnō and the Hidden Sky.
Hinae let out a long breath, collapsing into her chair, a rosy flush creeping up her neck. Her body was still buzzing from the covert stimulation, her nipples hard against her top and her pussy aching for more.
"Who cleaned today?"
Natsume stood, nearly slipped on the puddle of her arousal that had dripped onto the floor. "The floor's way too slick."
Hinae didn't dare look up, her face full of embarrassment, knowing her wetness had made the mess.
"Though a little slick is good—makes walking easier."
Natsume slipped an arm around her waist, inhaled the mixed scent of her arousal and sweat on her skin, and asked, "You know how many steps it takes to put an elephant in a fridge?"
Hinae looked up, confused. She clearly didn't get it.
"If you want to learn, I'll teach you."
As a good teacher, Natsume never stinted. He wasn't fighting alone. With a swift motion, he pulled her from the chair and bent her over the meeting table, hiking her skirt up to her waist and yanking her soaked panties down to her ankles. Hinae's breath hitched as the cool air hit her exposed pussy, her folds glistening with need. Natsume freed his throbbing cock from his pants, already hard and leaking pre-cum from the earlier teasing. He positioned himself behind her, rubbing the thick head against her slick entrance, coating it in her juices.
"First step," he murmured, thrusting forward in one smooth motion, burying his cock deep inside her tight, wet heat. Hinae gasped, her walls clenching around him as he filled her completely, stretching her with his girth. He gripped her hips, pulling back slowly before slamming back in, setting a rhythmic pace that made the table creak. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her moans echoing in the empty room as he fucked her hard, his balls slapping against her clit.
Hinae's body responded eagerly, her hips pushing back to meet him, her pussy gripping him like a vice. Natsume reached around, his fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing it in firm circles, heightening her pleasure. She came first, her orgasm crashing over her in waves—her muscles spasming around his cock, squirting a fresh gush of fluid onto the floor as she cried out, her legs shaking.
But Natsume wasn't done. He pulled out briefly, flipping her onto her back on the table and spreading her legs wide. He plunged back in, his cock sliding easily into her dripping cunt, now even wetter from her release. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a heated kiss, his tongue mimicking the thrusts of his hips as he pounded into her. Hinae's hands roamed his back, nails digging in as another climax built. This time, he joined her—his thrusts growing erratic as he felt her pussy flutter around him again, milking him. With a guttural groan, he came deep inside her, his hot seed filling her up, spilling out around his shaft as her own orgasm peaked, her body arching off the table in ecstasy.
Still not satisfied, Natsume withdrew his softening cock, only to guide Hinae to her knees. She eagerly took him into her mouth, sucking and licking away the mix of their fluids, her tongue swirling around his sensitive head until he hardened again. He tangled his fingers in her hair, gently fucking her mouth while she fingered her own clit, bringing herself to yet another quick climax, her moans vibrating around him.
Rising, he lifted her onto the table once more, this time entering her in a slow, deep missionary position. Their bodies moved in sync, sweat-slicked skin sliding together as he ground against her, his pubic bone pressing on her clit with every thrust. Hinae's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, her breaths turning to whimpers as pleasure built to a fever pitch. They climaxed together this time—her pussy convulsing rhythmically around his cock, drawing out his second load as he buried his face in her neck, both of them shuddering through the intense release.
Finally spent, their bodies trembling from the multiple peaks, Natsume slowed to a stop, still buried inside her as they caught their breath. Half-unconscious from the intense "lesson," Hinae finally opened her Yin Seal to withstand the pressure, channeling chakra to steady her exhausted form and heal the delicious ache between her legs. They lay there, satisfied at last, the room thick with the scent of their passion.
…
Dusk.
School was out at the Academy.
But many still lingered on the training field.
Because Naruto and Sasuke were about to fight.
"They're so strong!"
Rock Lee shouted excitedly. "This is true youth!"
Beside him, Hyūga Neji looked grim.
He realized he couldn't beat either of them.
"As expected of Sasuke."
Nara Shikamaru drawled, "Catching up to Naruto—just thinking about it sounds troublesome."
"What happened?"
Akimichi Chōji crunched chips. "Why did Sasuke suddenly get so strong?"
"You're really something."
Shikamaru shook his head.
You don't care at all about the Uchiha massacre, huh?
Well, that did fit Chōji's character.
His eyes were mostly for food.
"Damn it!"
Inuzuka Kiba growled through gritted teeth. "How are we supposed to catch up to those two?"
"I think—"
Aburame Shino was cut off by Sakura.
"Sasuke-kun! Go for it! You can do it!"