Not bald.
Seriously—not bald.
Naruto finally discovered the truth.
Yeah, his hair loss was real, but his hair also grew insanely fast.
One loss, one gain—perfect balance.
And the secret? That daily red potion.
Somehow, when he made that wish, a "bug" must have slipped in—every single day, Naruto received a fresh bottle of red potion that restored his body. Drink one, and a new one would appear out of nowhere, like some endless spring of life.
"A bottle of red potion a day keeps baldness away. Can't argue with that."
If only Saitama-sensei had this stuff, things might've been different.
With that worry off his shoulders, Naruto's mood lifted completely. His grin came back, bright and full of mischief.
Life felt pretty good now.
He trained hard every day, grew stronger, and, of course, spent as much time as possible hanging around with Hinata—laughing, playing, sometimes stealing a shy kiss.
As for the rest? Konoha was quiet. No big events, no chaos. Naruto was perfectly happy with that.
Every few months, he still put on his bedrock armor, transformed into the mysterious "Kira," and roamed the village at night. His patrols weren't just for show—he picked up secrets, witnessed shady deals, and got a peek into some surprising ninja hobbies.
Sure, most of it was trivial—small dramas that weren't worth more than a laugh—but Naruto enjoyed every bit of it.
That night, once again slipping past the Anbu watching him, Naruto took to the rooftops for another patrol.
But then—
"Brother Shisui, you messed up!"
"I just got carried away, said it out loud without thinking. I didn't mean anything by it."
"Brother Shisui, your Mangekyō Sharingan is terrifying. I trust you not to abuse it, but others won't. You shouldn't have revealed it so carelessly."
"The Third Hokage should be trustworthy."
"Not necessarily. Shisui, did you forget about the Hyuga incident?"
"That's already resolved. Lord Hokage avoided war with the Cloud by sacrificing himself politically. He protected the village. He's an honorable man.
But the situation in the Uchiha clan is getting worse. Tension's building. Meetings are constant. Something is going to explode, and I can't let that happen."
Naruto froze, his sharp ears catching every word.
From the shadows, he crept closer to an empty cliffside where two figures—Uchiha Shisui and Uchiha Itachi—were locked in a heated argument.
"The situation is serious? Mangekyō Sharingan? So they're Uchihas?" Naruto whispered to himself, puzzled.
To him, Konoha felt peaceful—no chaos, no unrest. What were they talking about?
But that was also Naruto's blind spot—he never spied on families or peered into private homes. He only drifted through streets and alleys, listening to gossip and rumors.
Now he was hearing the truth.
If the Uchiha clan was truly planning something… Konoha could shatter.
His gut twisted.
"Because of that Kira," Shisui muttered. "His words made radicals out of more and more clan members. They're talking about overthrowing the Hokage, tearing down this rotten leadership. They're planning a coup. I can't allow that."
Itachi's voice was calm, but heavy. "Shisui, I don't want a fight between the village and our clan either. But think. The Third Hokage keeps pressing harder on the major clans—first the Hyuga, now us. And Shimura Danzō? He's watching us like a hawk, always looking for a reason to strike. His hostility couldn't be more obvious."
"Itachi, you… who's there?!"
Shisui's head snapped up, Mangekyō blazing. His voice cut the night like a blade.
Their conversation could not be overheard.
Naruto thought for a moment—then, without fear, stepped out from the shadows.
"Evening, guys."
The two Uchihas froze.
"The Red Sun Society's… Kira?"
That black armor—unmistakable. Their faces darkened instantly.
"The moon's so bright tonight," Naruto said casually. "I couldn't resist wandering around. Didn't expect to stumble across your conversation. Sorry about that."
"Kira… you dare appear again?" Shisui's tone turned cold. "I'll take you down right here and hand you to the Hokage myself."
In an instant, he was gone—reappearing right in front of Naruto, kunai flashing like lightning.
Ding!
The blade struck the bedrock armor—and bounced harmlessly off.
Shisui didn't hesitate. His body split into countless phantoms, each one moving so fast they looked real. A blur of motion, dazzling and deadly.
"Shisui the Teleporter… the reputation's well-earned," Naruto muttered, eyes glittering.
A year and a half ago, against this speed, he could've only relied on the armor's defense or fled into the void.
But now?
He was calm.
Stronger. Faster.
He didn't know his limits yet—but his strength had soared to terrifying levels. And finally, here was a worthy opponent.
Naruto's blood surged with excitement.
Let's see what I've really got.
"Sorry! Couldn't hold back!"
Boom!
One punch—straight to Shisui's face.
The Uchiha prodigy went flying across the cliffside, crashing down hard.
Naruto stood there, scratching the back of his head sheepishly, a wide grin on his face.
Thrilled.
Exhilarated.
Maybe he used just a little too much power.
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