The gates opened with a shrill screech, releasing the genin teams into the forest. The chaos was instantaneous. A whirlwind of colors and shouts scattered in all directions, each team running to claim their own territory, to find a shadow that would hide them from the others.
Team 8 and what was left of Team 7 did not run aimlessly.
“Over here!” Sakura’s voice was a sharp, precise whisper, barely audible above the tumult.
She didn’t need to shout. A nearly imperceptible thread of chakra, which she had extended seconds before the gates opened, tightened against Hinata’s arm—a subtle signal that guided her through the stampede. Hinata, in turn, relayed the direction to Kiba and Shino with a hand gesture. Sasuke, his brow furrowed in an expression of disdain, followed them at a calculated distance, as if the very idea of obeying an implicit order was an offense.
They moved deep into the thicket, with a silent efficiency that contrasted with the desperation of the other teams. They found a small clearing hidden by a curtain of giant ferns, a temporary sanctuary.
“Alright,” Sakura said, catching her breath as her sensory threads spread out along the perimeter, an invisible radar informing her of every breaking branch. “We’re safe. For now.”
Kiba snorted and released a trembling Akamaru from his jacket, who immediately shook off the stress.
“Great. So, what now, Captain? Do we sit around and wait? Because I’m ready for action. Akamaru can smell three other teams less than half a kilometer away.”
“Now we wait for the idiots to eliminate each other,” Sasuke replied from the shadow of a tree, his voice icy. “The simplest strategy is often the most effective. Let the weak annihilate each other while the strong conserve their energy.”
“Survival is not a passive strategy,” Shino intervened, his insects buzzing softly beneath his clothes. “The reason is that stagnation makes us a predictable target. Inaction is, in itself, an action with negative consequences.”
“Shino’s right,” Sakura supported, her analytical gaze fixed on Sasuke. “Conserving energy is smart. Being an easy target is not. We need a base of operations.”
That’s when it happened.
It wasn’t a sound. It wasn’t a tremor. It was a wave. An injection of pure, overwhelming power that struck Sakura and Hinata. The impact was so intense it made them falter.
Sakura choked on a gasp of air, her knees giving way. The chakra flowing through her, normally a controlled current, became a chaotic torrent threatening to overflow its channels. The energy was warm, familiar, but it was laden with an agony so deep she pressed a hand to her chest. In her mind, an image flashed with unbearable clarity: Naruto, somewhere far away, screaming in pain, his arm shattered in a flash of blue and red light.
“Naruto…” his name was a broken whisper.
Hinata fell to her knees, her eyes wide, the veins around her temples bulging as her Byakugan activated on pure instinct. She saw her own chakra flow, and Sakura’s, burning with a blue and red light that didn’t belong to them. It was an energy transfusion through a connection that defied distance and logic. She could feel it, not just as power, but as the mark of the sacrifice that had generated it. His pain was now a part of her strength. Silent tears streamed from her eyes.
“Naruto-kun… what have you done?”
Kiba stumbled backward, his hair standing on end. Akamaru whimpered, hiding between his legs.
“What the hell was that? It felt like something hit me from the inside!” He hadn’t received the power, but the emotional blast emanating from the girls was enough to set his nerves on edge.
Shino adjusted his glasses, his usual analytical calm shattered.
“Anomaly… An exogenous chakra increase of considerable magnitude, localized exclusively in Haruno-san and Hyuga-san. The origin is… unknown. And concerning.”
Sasuke was the only one who remained standing, though his fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles were white. He had felt it too. Not as a wave of power, but as a vibration that felt alien to him. He saw Sakura and Hinata, kneeling, wrapped in an aura that wasn't theirs, and rage consumed him.
That was it. The secret. The source of their incomprehensible power. It wasn't training. It wasn't skill. It was a trick. A trick from which he, once again, had been excluded.
“What is this, Sakura?” his voice was a low, dangerous hiss. “Another one of the dobe’s secret jutsu?”
Sakura stood up, wiping away her tears angrily. The pain she felt for Naruto transformed into an icy determination. She would not let his sacrifice be in vain.
“It’s a blessing,” she said, her firm voice cutting through the tension. She looked at Kiba and Shino, who were watching her with a mixture of fear and awe. “And a warning.”
She turned to Sasuke, and for the first time, there was no trace of her former adoration. Only the cold authority of a strategist.
“Yes, Sasuke-kun. It’s a jutsu from Naruto. It’s called ‘trust.’ Maybe you should try it sometime.”
Before Sasuke could reply, Hinata also rose to her feet. The sadness on her face had been replaced by the mask of a warrior.
“There’s no time for this,” she said, her quiet voice silencing the impending outburst. “We have to move. The strategy still stands.”
Kiba looked at Hinata, then at Sakura. The team’s dynamic had changed.
“Alright,” Kiba grunted, picking up Akamaru. The confusion on his face warred with a sense of urgency. “What plan are you talking about?”
“A contingency plan,” Sakura answered quickly, her mind already working to weave a credible story to protect the secret. “Naruto is an idiot, but he’s not stupid. He knew his absence would leave us in a vulnerable position. We came up with a basic strategy before he left. It’s based on our strengths.”
“The plan is simple,” Hinata interjected, picking up the thread so naturally it surprised Kiba. “Find a secure location, establish a perimeter, and prepare for the real threat. We can’t fight everyone. Only the one that matters.”
“The real threat?” Kiba replied, his voice now a worried whisper.
“We mean any team strong enough to be a real threat,” Sakura corrected coolly. “And to face them, we need a shelter. A place from which we can control the battlefield.”
“And how the hell are we supposed to find a ‘safe place’ in this hellhole?” Sasuke spat.
“I’ll handle that,” Sakura said.
She closed her eyes. Her chakra threads, now infused with Naruto's borrowed power, spread out in all directions, farther and with more precision than ever before. They were no longer just sensors; they were an extension of her own consciousness. They slid through the undergrowth, over the trees, beneath the ground. She felt the movement of other teams, the heartbeat of a frightened deer, the flow of an underground stream.
And then, she found it.
“Two hundred meters, to the northwest,” she announced, opening her eyes. “A small cave behind a waterfall. The water will mask our scent and our chakra. It’s defensible. And it’s empty.”
They moved. The additional power burned in Sakura’s and Hinata’s veins, a mixture of euphoria and urgency. Hinata's agility was now almost like flight, her feet barely touching the ground. Sakura's strength was a contained beast; she felt she could rip trees out by their roots. Kiba and Akamaru, though not empowered, ran to keep pace, infected by the intensity of the moment.
They found the cave just as Sakura had described it. The waterfall was a curtain of water and noise that isolated them from the world. Inside, the air was cool and smelled of damp stone. It was a refuge.
“Good,” Hinata said, taking command with a naturalness that silenced everyone. “Shino-kun, your insects will watch the entrance. I need them to cover a fifty-meter radius and inform me of any movement. Kiba-kun, you and Akamaru will patrol the outer perimeter, but stay within the range of my voice. Don’t wander off. Your nose is our first line of warning against physical threats. Sakura-san, I need you to keep your sensory net active. Focus on unusual chakra signatures. Alert us to anything that approaches.”
“And what will you be doing, Princess?” Sasuke mocked, though his insult lacked its usual bite. He felt like a spectator.
“I will watch,” Hinata replied, unfazed. She sat at the cave entrance, activating her Byakugan. The world transformed into a map of chakra flows. “And I will wait.”
The first few hours were a torture of inactivity. The only sound was the roar of the waterfall and the crackling tension inside the cave. Kiba came back every few minutes, too nervous to stay still.
“Nothing! Not a soul! This is so boring! Are you sure this is a good idea, Hinata? We could be out hunting for scrolls right now.”
“Patience, Kiba-kun,” Hinata would reply without taking her eyes off the forest. “A hunter who rushes becomes the prey.”
It was near sunset when Sakura’s net vibrated.
“Someone’s approaching,” she whispered, her eyes closed in concentration. “Three chakra signatures. They’re moving carefully. They aren’t animals. And their chakra flow is… uniform. Disciplined.”
Hinata focused her Byakugan in the direction Sakura indicated.
“I see them. Rain ninja. They’re wearing masks and ponchos. They’re setting up a perimeter. It’s a trap. They’re surrounding our position.”
“What do we do?” Kiba asked, his hand already on a kunai. “Do we attack them?”
“No,” Sasuke said, speaking for the first time. His voice was cold, analytical. The rage had been replaced by a lethal pragmatism. “Let them finish. A trap is only dangerous if you don’t know it’s there. Now, it’s a cage. And we’re on the outside. Let them get comfortable.”
They waited. They watched through Hinata’s eyes and Sakura’s senses as the Rain team prepared their ambush. Tripwires with bells, a pit covered with leaves, poisoned senbon ready to be fired from the trees. It was a textbook trap. Competent, but predictable.
“They’re arrogant,” Sakura whispered. “They think we’re scared rookies. They aren’t expecting a counterattack. The one in the center is the leader. His chakra is slightly denser. The other two are his flanks.”
The Rain team’s leader, a tall man with an oni mask, gave a signal. One of his teammates threw a smoke bomb near the waterfall—the lure.
“Now,” Hinata said.
The response was a series of swift, coordinated attacks.
Shino released a swarm of kikaichū that slithered across the ground, silent and deadly. They didn’t attack; they ate through the tripwires, silencing the alarm.
Kiba and Akamaru shot out of the cave, not towards the trap, but flanking it.
“Gatsūga
!” They became a whirlwind of fang and claw that struck the Rain ninja in charge of the senbon from an angle he never saw coming.The ninja cried out in surprise before he was taken down.
The Rain team leader spun around, furious that his plan had failed.
“Idiots! They’re behind us!”
That’s when Sakura attacked.
She didn’t move from the cave. She stood, planted her feet on the ground, and focused Naruto’s power into her right fist. She remembered the tree she had pulverized, Gatō’s head, the pain on Naruto’s face.
“This is for my team!” she yelled.
She slammed her fist into the cave floor.
The impact wasn’t just a punch. It was a detonation. The shockwave traveled through the earth. The ground beneath the two remaining Rain ninja cracked and erupted upward in an explosion of rock and soil. They were thrown into the air like rag dolls, their screams choked by the roar.
One landed unconscious against a tree. The leader, however, managed to twist in the air and land on his feet, though off-balance, his oni mask shattered, revealing a face pale with shock.
“What… what kind of monster are you?”
He didn’t have time for an answer.
A black shadow appeared above him. Sasuke had waited for the perfect moment. With his newly awakened Sharingan, he had analyzed the trajectory of the fall, had seen the opening in the leader’s defense.
Fire is no good, it's useless in this humidity, Sasuke thought. But this…
“Shishi Rendan!”
An upward kick sent the Rain ninja even higher. Sasuke appeared above him in an instant, twisting his body into a hammer of precision. He struck him in the back with his heel, slamming him into the ground with bone-shattering force.
The Rain leader lay motionless at the bottom of a small crater. Defeated.
Silence returned, heavy with the smell of wet earth and the static left behind by the jutsu. The battle had lasted less than ten seconds.
Kiba walked over, his wide eyes fixed on Sakura.
“You… you did that… with one punch… That’s not chakra control, that’s… ridiculous.”
Sakura looked at her own fist, which was trembling slightly. The surge of power left her breathless, a mixture of terror and exhilaration. “It’s a new technique I’m developing,” she lied, the excuse sounding weak even to her.
Sasuke landed beside them, his Sharingan deactivated. He said nothing. He simply picked up the Earth scroll from the unconscious leader’s belt. He looked at it, then looked at Sakura and Hinata.
For the first time, there was no disdain in his eyes. There was something much more complicated. A confusion so deep it looked painful.
Hinata approached, her Byakugan still active.
“The scroll is ours. Mission accomplished,” her voice was the only point of calm. “Now, we need to disappear. Other teams will have heard the noise.”
They moved again, leaving the unconscious bodies and a failed trap behind. The first trial in the forest was over. They had won. But the team, now bound by a power not even they understood, was no longer the same. The calm was over. The true test, the one a part of them knew was coming, was about to begin. And they, for the first time, felt ready for it.