The air in the old Uchiha clan training grounds was heavy. The ground, once a field of packed grass, was now a mosaic of craters of all sizes. Several of the ancient trees marking the perimeter of the clearing were charred, their branches twisted like black claws scratching at a pale, cloudless sky.
In the center of that self-inflicted devastation, Sasuke was trying to catch his breath.
His chest rose and fell in harsh, ragged breaths. Sweat matted his dark hair to his forehead and temples, and his dirt-stained, navy-blue t-shirt clung to his torso. He had been pushing himself to the limit for hours, and then a little further, searching for something he couldn't quite find.
"Again," he hissed to himself, his voice hoarse with effort and frustration. He ignored the burning in his lungs and the protest of his muscles.
His hands, covered in small cuts and scrapes, flew through a series of hand seals. The speed was dizzying, a blur of motion that would have left most genin breathless and fumbling. Chakra swirled in his chest, a familiar, furious heat demanding release.
"Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu."
He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs to the point of pain, and then exhaled a massive sphere of fire. It was far larger, far hotter, and more violent than what he had been able to produce just a few weeks ago. The fireball roared and shot across the field to smash against a huge boulder he had designated as his main target. The impact was deafening, engulfing the stone in an orange inferno that distorted the air around it.
When the flames finally dissipated, the boulder's surface was blackened, covered in a web of fine cracks. The heat radiating from it was intense, but the rock, for the most part, remained intact.
Sasuke clenched his fists at his sides, his knuckles white. A wave of bitter frustration rose up his throat. It was useless. Completely useless. He could make his fire bigger, hotter, more intimidating, but at the end of the day, it was still just fire. It wasn't an absolute defense. It wasn't an impenetrable wall of sand that regenerated itself without its user having to lift a finger. It wasn't the power of a monster.
His two-tomoe Sharingan spun in his eyes, absorbing every detail of the battlefield with superhuman clarity. But that clarity only served to highlight his own inadequacy. He could see every new crack in the rock, but he couldn't see a clear path to destroying it in a single blow. He could predict an opponent's movements, but what good was that if the opponent was untouchable, if they could hide behind a perfect shield?
And then there were them. Sakura. Hinata. Their power made no sense. It didn't follow any rules he knew. It was growing at an illogical, unnatural rate. Every time he thought he understood their limits, they surpassed them with an ease that made his stomach churn.
"Impressive, Sasuke-kun."
The voice, soft and affable, came from behind him without the slightest warning sound. Not a crushed leaf, not a broken branch.
In a fraction of a second, Sasuke spun around. His body moved on pure instinct, a kunai already in his hand, its tip aimed at the source of the sound. His Sharingan burned, the two tomoe spinning as they locked onto the threat.
Kabuto Yakushi stood by a tree, his hands in the pockets of his tunic and a kind, disarming smile on his face. He looked like any other student who had stumbled upon a classmate training.
"Your fire control is worthy of an Uchiha," Kabuto continued, completely ignoring the kunai with a calmness that grated on Sasuke's nerves. "Pushing yourself to the limit, as always. I see you don't waste any time. It's the mark of a true genius."
"Get lost," Sasuke's voice was a low, hostile growl. He didn't lower his weapon.
"Easy, easy. I was just passing by," Kabuto said, his smile never wavering a millimeter. "After withdrawing from the exams, I suddenly have a lot of free time. I thought I'd see how the most promising rookies were progressing. And I must say, what I saw yesterday was… educational."
He approached slowly, making no sudden moves, adopting the air of a concerned senpai who just wanted to chat.
"You should be careful. You're on the verge of chakra exhaustion. One more jutsu like that and you could pass out here all alone. No one would find you for hours." His tone was helpful, but the words felt like an assessment.
Sasuke didn't reply, simply tracking him with his eyes, his grip on the kunai not loosening.
"Your victory was brutal. Efficient," Kabuto said, stopping at a safe distance. "But have you seen your teammates lately? The Haruno girl's ability… that strength… it's almost like that of the legendary Tsunade-sama. To shatter the arena floor with a single punch… that's not something you learn in the Academy. And Hinata… to defeat Neji like that. No one, and I mean no one, expected that. It's almost as if they've found some incredible shortcut to power. Don't you find that… curious?"
Every word was precise, carefully selected, and aimed at the deepest wound in Sasuke's pride. Shortcut. The word echoed in his mind, a perverse validation of his own suspicions, of his own bitter envy.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Sasuke said, his voice frigid. It was a weak defense, and they both knew it.
"Oh, I think you do," Kabuto replied, lowering his voice, his tone becoming more confidential as if they were sharing a secret. "You're a genius, Sasuke-kun. You see everything. You don't fool yourself. You see their growth doesn't follow a logical progression. It's not natural. It's… anomalous. And while they're progressing at an impossible rate, you have to sweat blood out here, alone, to gain every scrap of power. It seems… unfair."
Sasuke didn't answer. He just glared, his Sharingan spinning, memorizing every micro-expression on Kabuto's face, searching for a lie, a weakness, a reason to attack. But Kabuto's face was a perfect mask of sympathy.
"And then there's the one from the Sand. Gaara," Kabuto continued, changing subjects with expert fluidity, like a storyteller guiding his audience. "His power isn't skill, it's… a natural disaster. His defense is absolute. I saw his match against Rock Lee. It was terrifying. Lee opened five of the eight gates, moved so fast the eye could barely follow, and still couldn't land a decisive blow. I'm worried about your match against him in the finals."
Kabuto took another step closer, his voice barely a whisper. "Even with your all-seeing Sharingan, how do you break a wall that repairs itself? How do you fight something that doesn't need to defend itself? He seems invincible."
Kabuto had just poisoned the doubt that Sasuke's own frustration had sowed. The idea that his current power, the power he had worked so hard to gain, was completely insufficient. The confirmation of his worst fear.
"It's none of your business," Sasuke snapped, the only defense he had left.
"Of course not," Kabuto said, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. His kind smile returned, but his eyes weren't smiling. "I'm just a concerned spectator. A fellow Konoha shinobi who wants to see his representatives win. But be careful, Sasuke-kun. In this world, talent and hard work sometimes aren't enough."
He paused, letting the words hang in the heavy air.
"Sometimes, to hunt a monster, you need a power that goes beyond the rules."
With one last enigmatic smile, Kabuto turned and left as silently as he had arrived. He vanished among the trees without a trace, leaving Sasuke alone with the echo of his words and the stench of failure.
Sasuke stood motionless for a long moment, the kunai still in his hand. Then, with a scream that was not a word but a pure explosion of rage and frustration, he spun and unleashed another Gōkakyū no Jutsu, this time not at the rock, but at a nearby tree that had done nothing to him. The blast was massive, splintering the charred trunk and sending a shower of embers into the air.
But it wasn't enough. It was never enough.
Kabuto's words swirled in his mind, mixing with his own insecurities. Shortcut. Unfair. Anomalous. Invincible. A power that goes beyond the rules.
****
The inside of Ichiraku Ramen was a warm, bustling refuge from the tension that permeated the rest of the village. The air was infused with the delicious aroma of slow-cooked pork broth, fresh noodles, and stir-fried vegetables. The constant sound of customers slurping their noodles and the cheerful voices of Teuchi and Ayame welcoming each new patron were a symphony of normalcy, a much-needed balm for frayed nerves.
In the center of the counter, occupying the best seats, Naruto, Sakura, and Hinata sat together. It was their first real reunion since Naruto's return, a stolen moment of calm amid the chaos of the exams, training, and the looming threat only they knew about.
"Another bowl, old man! The usual, with extra naruto!" Naruto exclaimed, pushing his empty wooden bowl onto the counter with a loud thud.
"Coming right up, Naruto!" Teuchi answered from the other side, his face crinkling into a familiar smile. "Looks like the trip gave you more of an appetite than usual!"
"You bet! I need to recharge! Grandma Tsunade worked me like a dog!"
Sakura rolled her eyes, but a genuine smile played on her lips. She was clearly happy to have him back. With a quick, mischievous flick of her chopsticks, she snatched the last piece of chashu from Naruto's bowl just before he could grab it.
"Hey! That was mine!" he complained, his mouth half-full of noodles.
"Too slow," she retorted, popping the pork into her mouth with an air of triumph. "A ninja has to be aware of their surroundings, right? Even their own plate."
"That's a dirty trick, Sakura-chan!" Naruto grumbled, though with no real annoyance.
The interaction was so familiar, so comfortable and easy, that Naruto felt a part of him that had been tense for weeks finally relax. He was home.
Hinata, sitting on his other side, smiled softly at the exchange. Without a word, she took the small teapot from the counter and refilled Naruto's teacup, making sure it was always full. Her presence was a quiet calm that perfectly balanced Naruto's chaotic energy and Sakura's sharpness.
"So…" Naruto said after starting on his second bowl with an enthusiasm that would put an army to shame. He paused to swallow. "Tell me everything. No holding back. What did I miss? I know the basics from Kakashi-sensei, but I want to know what the forest was really like."
Sakura and Hinata exchanged a quick glance over Naruto's head. Sakura's smile faded slightly, replaced by a somber memory she couldn't quite hide.
"It was… intense," Sakura began, setting her chopsticks aside. "The alliance with the other teams worked, mostly thanks to Shikamaru. He's a real genius with this stuff. We managed to get the scrolls relatively quickly."
"But we ran into Orochimaru," Hinata finished in a low voice.
Naruto stopped eating cold. His chopsticks halted midway to his mouth, and his blue eyes hardened. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"
"We're fine," Hinata reassured him, her voice soft but firm, meeting his gaze without wavering. "But it was… terrifying, Naruto-kun. His chakra was like a giant snake's, cold and heavy. It felt like it was crushing the air. He was after Sasuke-kun."
"He wanted to give him a Cursed Seal," Sakura continued, frowning at the memory. "He appeared out of nowhere. Orochimaru bared his fangs, he was going to bite his neck, but…" She paused and looked at Hinata with an expression of pure awe. "Hinata stopped him. She got between them and used the Gentle Fist to seal his fangs before he could bite. I've never seen her move so fast. It was incredible."
Naruto turned to Hinata, his mouth slightly open. His eyes were filled with an astonishment and pride so pure it was almost palpable.
"Hinata, that's… Whoa! For real? You faced a Sannin and stopped him! That's amazing! You're the bravest kunoichi I know, for real!"
The praise, so direct and sincere, made a deep crimson blush spread across Hinata's face, reaching the tips of her ears.
"I did what I had to do to protect a comrade," she said, her voice clear and steady.
"And you did it perfectly," Sakura added firmly. "After that, it was my match against Ino," she continued, changing the subject to ease the pressure on Hinata. "It was… weird. It wasn't like our old fights in the academy. No insults, no nonsense about Sasuke-kun. It was a real fight. I think… I think we're finally over that."
"And then Hinata fought Neji!" Naruto exclaimed. "You totally beat him! Kakashi-sensei told me you dislocated his shoulder and shattered his philosophy! It was the best fight of them all!"
Sakura nodded enthusiastically. "Everyone's jaws dropped. No one in the stands could believe it. You showed the entire main branch what you're made of."
The conversation paused for a moment as they processed everything that had happened.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there," Naruto said, his tone turning serious. "You had to go through all that alone. I left you with too heavy a burden."
"We weren't alone," Sakura replied immediately, giving his arm a gentle tap. Her gaze was serious. "We knew you'd be back. And the power you gave us… it protected us. I don't know how to explain it, but it made us stronger."
The mention of the power made the atmosphere shift. Naruto told them an edited version of his trip: the bet with Tsunade, how incredibly frustrating Rasengan training had been—"It's like trying to spin water in one direction while the water wants to spin in every other direction!"—and the confrontation with the debt collectors. He focused on the result, not the bloody details.
"And in the end, I did it. And Tsunade—Granny Tsunade—is here," he said with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. He then looked at Sakura, his eyes shining. "And she said she'd train you, Sakura-chan. She said she saw potential in you. You're going to learn medical ninjutsu and the same strength she has."
The conversation inevitably turned to the future. To the month they had before the finals. One month until the invasion only they knew about. The ramen, delicious as always, suddenly felt less important.
"One month, Naruto," Sakura said, her voice filled with a new gravity. "We have one month to prepare. Now that you're back, and with Tsunade-sama here… we have a chance. A real chance to stop what's coming."
"We need a plan," Hinata added, her face serious. "We can't just wait. We have to get much stronger, all three of us."
They finished their ramen in a comfortable silence, the atmosphere no longer one of simple reunion, but of shared determination. They left Ichiraku, the cool night air on their faces, carrying the warmth of the restaurant and their renewed friendship with them.