QuirkyAngel
White Masquerade's Blue Oni
The Field of the End
Hanbungetsu
Han couldn’t believe it. Right in front of her Chiaki was stabbed by the dark haired reanimate called Sasuke. The seven swordsmen froze, watching in slow motion as blade as it was pulled from the pink haired boy’s body. She couldn’t hear the voice of her comrades as they called to her. She couldn’t feel Yasashii shake her, telling her to pull herself together. The only thing she heard was the thrumming of her shattered heart. The only thing she felt was rage. And the only thing she saw through her blurred vision was the target in front of her. Letting out a beastial cry, Han charged forth not caring whether Sasuke was friend or foe.
The battle between Sasuke and Naruto was interrupted as a large water dragon barreled between them, forcing both re-animated vessels to separate. Leaping from the dragon, Han bore Samehada down at Sasuke intending to tear him to shreds.
Chiaki + Orochimaru + Son Goku + Isobu
Meanwhile…
“Rise and shine, Chiaki.” The voice was smooth like a snake and deceptively gentle. “Time to get up.”
Slowly, Chiaki blinked awake, coming face to face with a surprising and somewhat disturbing visage. Orochimaru’s pale face wasn’t something many liked to see upon opening their eyes. Sitting up far too quickly for his newly revived body to adjust to the sudden motion, Chiaki’s hand immediately went to his temple. A white full moon symbol was visible on the back of his hand and Chiaki glanced at briefly before returning his gaze to the Sanin.
“Orochimaru,” Chiaki spoke plainly, if not a bit confusedly. “Why…are you here?”
“Is that anyway to greet someone who came all the way here to save you from death?” Orochimaru’s words were chiding, but his tone amused.
Save?
The hand at Chiaki’s temple fluttered to his abdomen where Sasuke’s sword had pierced him. The wound was gone. Healed so perfectly that Chiaki wondered if it had been there in the first place. “I’m alive…,”
Had it all been a dream? Meeting Harogomo, the Sage of Six Path? Speaking with the tailed beasts? Being the reincarnation of his son?
No, it was all real. Startled by the sudden voice, Chiaki glanced around. We’re inside of you, Chiaki. Also, do not call us tailed beasts. I detest that term. We are Son Goku and Isobu.
We?
G-g-good to meet you, Reincarnate of Asura.
It was surreal. Chiaki had friends, acquaintances, he knew to be jinjuriki. But he never thought he would be one himself. He remembered how difficult it had been for Shirokko to be the host for Shukaku—and she only had one. He had two. Son Goku and Isobu. Reminded of Ryuu, Chiaki’s attention flickered to the corpse next to him. The dark-haired man lay still, his face serene despite its pallor. It would be his duty to inform Kiyomi about Ryuu’s death. That was the least he could do. Chiaki reached out and closed the lids of his former friend’s corpse.
“Are you done?” Orochimaru asked boredly.
Chiaki ignored the Sanin, instead allowing a moment of silence for his departed friend. Only afterwards did he look up at Orochimaru. “Did you save me in order to take me back to Hebi?”
Laughter escaped the Sanin’s throat, dark and raspy. “Kukukukukukuku. Why would I do that? I already offered you power. You declined it. Do you think so highly of yourself that I would want you back after you refused me?”
“...Then why are you here?”
Orochimaru’s serpent-like eyes gleamed. “An experiment of course! You, my dear Chiaki, are the test subject. The reincarnation of Asura! Founder of the Senju and Uzumaki clans, one of the progenitors of the ninja way! Here for one final battle against Kakureyami to keep Ninshu and chakra from being lost to the world! What a show it will be! I had my suspicions about you, boy, but it wasn’t confirmed until you opened your eyes.” A forked tongue glided across the lanky Sanin’s thin lips as studied Chiaki like an interesting specimen. “Wonderful! Just as I expected. The nature energy flowing through your veins is powerful indeed. How do you feel?”
“Different...” Chiaki didn’t know how else to describe it. He felt invigorated like never before. The chakra running through his system was different than anything he’d ever used…yet he understood it instinctively. The feeling wasn’t anything he could explain with words. Gracefully getting to his feet, Chiaki stared at his hands, clenching and unclenching them. Then an aura of sea green and red burst forth, wrapping Chiaki in a chakra cloak of dual colors which seemed to simultaneously mesh and clash violently. Four black balls appeared behind him.
“Impressive. You’ll certainly prove a match for Jinan. However long you last that is.”
“What do you mean?”
Orochimaru’s smile was malicious. In a single smooth, movement the taller man leaned forward so that his breath was ghosting over Chiaki’s ear. The pink haired youth resisted the urge to shudder. How Haruka could find such a man to be charming was beyond his scope of understanding. Chiaki stiffened slightly, but otherwise didn’t react to the words that followed. Chiaki watched serenely as Orochimaru straightened himself.
Is what he said true?
Yes… we can feel it.
I-I-I’m sorry.
Chiaki nodded. Don’t apologize, Isobu. It isn’t your fault. The responsibility lies with me.
“You’re taking this rather calmly,” Orochimaru observed. Chiaki thought he detected a bit of disappointment in the Sanin’s tone. “But then you’ve always been like that, even when cutting up a corpse. Thoughtful. Meticulous. Ryuu didn’t know a thing, compliantly doing as told. His only goal was to save you. And because of that, he played right into my hands. A truly poor soul.”
“Please don’t say that about my friend,” Chiaki said firmly. Despite his intentions, the red and sea green chakra responded to his emotions and crackled dangerously around him. “Ryuu succeeded in saving me. He gave me the opportunity to do what I need to. ”
“Kukukukuku. Whatever you say. I wish you the best of luck Chiaki.”
The pink haired boy narrowed his eyes. “What are you planning Orochimaru? Why would you do this?”
“It’s nothing personal,” Orochimaru replied airily. “I simply wanted see what the results would be. A world without ninjas, without chakra, would be a dull one…or so I thought. But Kabuto does have a point. A normal one could be interesting as well. It’s not like the outcome would affect me too greatly.”
“But the only reason you’re still alive is because of chakra,” Chiaki stated. “Jinan won’t rest until the ninjas are all eliminated. That includes anyone who uses ninshu in any form.”
“Kukukukukuku. Are you worried about me?”
Not about about Orochimaru, but about Haruka who loved Orochimaru. Chiaki was more worried about what would happen to her and how she would feel. It was only for her sake that he hadn’t killed Orochimaru on the spot for what the man had done. The pink haired ninja remained silent.
Orochimaru’s smile was enigmatic. “I’ll find a way to live. One way or another. I always do.”
That said, the Sanin’s body broke apart into tiny snakes that slithered away. Chiaki watched the Orochimaru leave for a few moments before returning his attention to the Field of End. The battle was over for the most part. Yet there were still fighters. Chiaki’s eyes were drawn to the mist wherer he could see clearly that an enraged Han was engaged in a sword fight with Sasuke Uchiha. Without hesitation, Chiaki dashed forward in a swirl of sea green and red, moving at speeds far beyond what he thought he was capable of.
Yasashii + Hanbungetsu + Chiaki + Ant + Chesire + Son Goku + Isobu
Yasashii swore as the bolt of lightning she’d sent from the sky towards Sasuke slammed into an aura of violet, which erupted from his body, took on a humanoid shape, and caused the crackling energy to bounce harmlessly off. Susanoo. She’d seen it before when facing Shinji Uchiha.
“We’ll need a strategy to take down that juts—no Han! Don’t!”
“Die!” Not heeding her friend, Han burst forth and crashed Samehada fearlessly into Sasuke’s susanoo. The lengendary swords managed to eat part way through the armor, before large, skeletal hands wrapped around Han. Lifting the swordswoman in the air, the purple hand slowly began to squeeze. Han gritted her teeth, enduring for a second or two before her body transformed into water and poured safely from Susanoo’s grip. Reforming her body into its usual state, Han glared hatefully at her opponent. “I’ll make you pay for killing him!”
Markings appeared on Han’s face as she activated Clam Sage Mode and once again charged. At the same time, a ball of black flew past Han and slammed into Sasuke’s Susanoo, tearing through it like butter and crashing to the reanimate, turning it to dust. Han’s eyes widened as she suddenly found herself embraced by a person wrapped in a cloak of green and red chakra.
“C-Chiaki?”
Han felt her feet collapse beneath her and, if not for the person supporting her, she surely would have fallen.
“Yes, it’s me.” Chiaki pulled back to study the tears she’d been struggling to hold back, fall from Han’s eyes. Han who he’d never seen cry, not since she’d confessed to him. Once again, he’d caused those tears. Chiaki had no idea what Han saw in him. “Sorry for worrying you. I’m fine.”
“B-But How? What happened to you?”
Chiaki opened his mouth, but no words came out. How does one explain that they met the creator of ninjutsu in their mind, found out that they are the reincarnation of a dead ninja, and awakened some hidden power that they still don’t completely understand?
Exactly like that.
Chiaki frowned, about to chide Son Goku, when he was suddenly lifted into air and embraced from behind, the perpetrator swaying him happily as she spun.
“Thank God you’re alive!” Yasashii cheered. “Hanbugetsu was going berserk! If I’m the one that has to strategize, we can look forward to the end of the world.”
“Hahahaha. That’s certainly true. So this is the wielder of Nuibari.”
“Not bad, for a squirt.”
Chiaki smiled, watching as Ant and Cheshire neared. As soon as he was released, his eyes flickered over the Field of the End. Shinobu, who he hadn’t seen in a while, was still squaring off against Hinata. Given his new abilities, he was able to see the 7-tailed beast within her. When did that happen?
Chomei. Son Goku corrected. His name is Chomei.
Ah, I apologize.
Apology accepted, Friend of Ryuu.
Naruto and Gonta were standing back, seeming to enjoy the show. Well, Gonta at least. Naruto didn't look very happy. Chiaki narrowed his eyes. The pink haired sage hated no one. Not even Orochimaru. That was how he’d always been. However, for the first time in his life, Chiaki decided that there was someone he truly started to detest. The black ball that destroyed Sasuke reappeared beside Chiaki and formed into a black shamisen, a second one forming into a plectrum. Six path chakra laced through his fingers into the black plectrum as he played.
“Six Path Shamisen Art: Revitalizing Rhapsody.”
The song played throughout the Field of End and all of the ninja allies would feel their chakra restored to full capacity, all wounds and fatigue from battle healed. Chiaki took a deep breath. It was strange how different he felt. Stronger, strained…but he was also imbued with a sense of clarity. Perhaps it was because he’d been so close to death that everything seemed so clear. Because he was still at death’s door that he knew which path he should take.
You’re really getting the hang of this.
Thank you. I appreciate your help with regards to my new powers. Both you and Isobu.
Y-you’re welcome.
We’re only helping you because Hagoromo asked us too. And Ryuu regarded you highly, so you aren’t as bad as the other humans.
Chiaki’s eyes twinkled. He was beginning to get a feel of each of their personalities. Isobu was a little timid, but kind. Son Goku was prideful and protective. He really did enjoy their company. It was unfortunate that they would eventually have to part ways. Once again, it was his weakness that would cause others to suffer. But Chiaki didn’t regret it. Being weak. Needing help. It was in those moments of weakness that he met people who were willing to share his burdens.
Chiaki started another song following his first. This time the jutsu would be directed at his enemies. The melody that played across the Field of the End was a haunting one. “Six Path Shamisen Art: Black Serpent Sernade.”
A black serpent made of six path senjutsu would form dormant in the minds of Gonta, Naruto, Hinata, and Frank unbeknownst to them. It would do nothing. For now. Chiaki couldn’t stay for long. His time was limited and he had a promise to keep.
After finish his solo, Chiaki gave a short bow and turned to Han. Ever since he’d met her in Kumo Camp, she’d been someone important to him. All of his friends were important to him. To be honest, he hadn’t really been able to differentiate the fine line between platonic love and romantic love. It wasn’t until Kirigakure that had started to feel something more. She was the first person from Kumo Camp he’d encountered after returning from Otogakure. She’d accepted him…even though he came back changed.
Then when she confessed to him, it was as if a bulb had been switched on. Chiaki began watching her. Noticing her. The small things she did when he was around. The darkness in her. And the light. He still didn’t understand her completely. Her thoughts, her actions, her recklessness…they were different from him. But none of that mattered. If she would accept him, then he could accept everything about her. He wanted to make her happy.
“Han, let’s do our best to survive. When this is over, if I come back, I’ll make sure you never have to cry again.” Chiaki promised. “So please…don’t die.” He placed a soft peck on Han’s lips. Chiaki then turned to the rest of Kirigakure’s soldiers, to Yasashii, Ant, Cheshire, Akane, and even the Dru clones, giving them a nod of farewell before his feet lifted from the ground. Hazel eyes landed briefly on Gonta, narrowing in dislike, before the newly awakened sage blitz through the air towards Konoha.
Are you certain you want to leave them behind? They are facing Naruto…
Yes. Naruto may be a legend, but without you or your other chakra companions supporting him, Naruto is alone. On the other hand, the ninja allies have each other. I’m certain they’ll be able to do something even without my assistance. Ninjas are stronger and more resilient than you give them credit for.
Hmph. I’ll agree with the resilient part.
Chiaki smiled.
Deceased:
Sasuke Uchiha
@Veirrianna Valentine
@Lucem Tenebris
Hanbungetsu
Han couldn’t believe it. Right in front of her Chiaki was stabbed by the dark haired reanimate called Sasuke. The seven swordsmen froze, watching in slow motion as blade as it was pulled from the pink haired boy’s body. She couldn’t hear the voice of her comrades as they called to her. She couldn’t feel Yasashii shake her, telling her to pull herself together. The only thing she heard was the thrumming of her shattered heart. The only thing she felt was rage. And the only thing she saw through her blurred vision was the target in front of her. Letting out a beastial cry, Han charged forth not caring whether Sasuke was friend or foe.
The battle between Sasuke and Naruto was interrupted as a large water dragon barreled between them, forcing both re-animated vessels to separate. Leaping from the dragon, Han bore Samehada down at Sasuke intending to tear him to shreds.
Chiaki + Orochimaru + Son Goku + Isobu
Meanwhile…
“Rise and shine, Chiaki.” The voice was smooth like a snake and deceptively gentle. “Time to get up.”
Slowly, Chiaki blinked awake, coming face to face with a surprising and somewhat disturbing visage. Orochimaru’s pale face wasn’t something many liked to see upon opening their eyes. Sitting up far too quickly for his newly revived body to adjust to the sudden motion, Chiaki’s hand immediately went to his temple. A white full moon symbol was visible on the back of his hand and Chiaki glanced at briefly before returning his gaze to the Sanin.
“Orochimaru,” Chiaki spoke plainly, if not a bit confusedly. “Why…are you here?”
“Is that anyway to greet someone who came all the way here to save you from death?” Orochimaru’s words were chiding, but his tone amused.
Save?
The hand at Chiaki’s temple fluttered to his abdomen where Sasuke’s sword had pierced him. The wound was gone. Healed so perfectly that Chiaki wondered if it had been there in the first place. “I’m alive…,”
Had it all been a dream? Meeting Harogomo, the Sage of Six Path? Speaking with the tailed beasts? Being the reincarnation of his son?
No, it was all real. Startled by the sudden voice, Chiaki glanced around. We’re inside of you, Chiaki. Also, do not call us tailed beasts. I detest that term. We are Son Goku and Isobu.
We?
G-g-good to meet you, Reincarnate of Asura.
It was surreal. Chiaki had friends, acquaintances, he knew to be jinjuriki. But he never thought he would be one himself. He remembered how difficult it had been for Shirokko to be the host for Shukaku—and she only had one. He had two. Son Goku and Isobu. Reminded of Ryuu, Chiaki’s attention flickered to the corpse next to him. The dark-haired man lay still, his face serene despite its pallor. It would be his duty to inform Kiyomi about Ryuu’s death. That was the least he could do. Chiaki reached out and closed the lids of his former friend’s corpse.
“Are you done?” Orochimaru asked boredly.
Chiaki ignored the Sanin, instead allowing a moment of silence for his departed friend. Only afterwards did he look up at Orochimaru. “Did you save me in order to take me back to Hebi?”
Laughter escaped the Sanin’s throat, dark and raspy. “Kukukukukukuku. Why would I do that? I already offered you power. You declined it. Do you think so highly of yourself that I would want you back after you refused me?”
“...Then why are you here?”
Orochimaru’s serpent-like eyes gleamed. “An experiment of course! You, my dear Chiaki, are the test subject. The reincarnation of Asura! Founder of the Senju and Uzumaki clans, one of the progenitors of the ninja way! Here for one final battle against Kakureyami to keep Ninshu and chakra from being lost to the world! What a show it will be! I had my suspicions about you, boy, but it wasn’t confirmed until you opened your eyes.” A forked tongue glided across the lanky Sanin’s thin lips as studied Chiaki like an interesting specimen. “Wonderful! Just as I expected. The nature energy flowing through your veins is powerful indeed. How do you feel?”
“Different...” Chiaki didn’t know how else to describe it. He felt invigorated like never before. The chakra running through his system was different than anything he’d ever used…yet he understood it instinctively. The feeling wasn’t anything he could explain with words. Gracefully getting to his feet, Chiaki stared at his hands, clenching and unclenching them. Then an aura of sea green and red burst forth, wrapping Chiaki in a chakra cloak of dual colors which seemed to simultaneously mesh and clash violently. Four black balls appeared behind him.
“Impressive. You’ll certainly prove a match for Jinan. However long you last that is.”
“What do you mean?”
Orochimaru’s smile was malicious. In a single smooth, movement the taller man leaned forward so that his breath was ghosting over Chiaki’s ear. The pink haired youth resisted the urge to shudder. How Haruka could find such a man to be charming was beyond his scope of understanding. Chiaki stiffened slightly, but otherwise didn’t react to the words that followed. Chiaki watched serenely as Orochimaru straightened himself.
Is what he said true?
Yes… we can feel it.
I-I-I’m sorry.
Chiaki nodded. Don’t apologize, Isobu. It isn’t your fault. The responsibility lies with me.
“You’re taking this rather calmly,” Orochimaru observed. Chiaki thought he detected a bit of disappointment in the Sanin’s tone. “But then you’ve always been like that, even when cutting up a corpse. Thoughtful. Meticulous. Ryuu didn’t know a thing, compliantly doing as told. His only goal was to save you. And because of that, he played right into my hands. A truly poor soul.”
“Please don’t say that about my friend,” Chiaki said firmly. Despite his intentions, the red and sea green chakra responded to his emotions and crackled dangerously around him. “Ryuu succeeded in saving me. He gave me the opportunity to do what I need to. ”
“Kukukukuku. Whatever you say. I wish you the best of luck Chiaki.”
The pink haired boy narrowed his eyes. “What are you planning Orochimaru? Why would you do this?”
“It’s nothing personal,” Orochimaru replied airily. “I simply wanted see what the results would be. A world without ninjas, without chakra, would be a dull one…or so I thought. But Kabuto does have a point. A normal one could be interesting as well. It’s not like the outcome would affect me too greatly.”
“But the only reason you’re still alive is because of chakra,” Chiaki stated. “Jinan won’t rest until the ninjas are all eliminated. That includes anyone who uses ninshu in any form.”
“Kukukukukuku. Are you worried about me?”
Not about about Orochimaru, but about Haruka who loved Orochimaru. Chiaki was more worried about what would happen to her and how she would feel. It was only for her sake that he hadn’t killed Orochimaru on the spot for what the man had done. The pink haired ninja remained silent.
Orochimaru’s smile was enigmatic. “I’ll find a way to live. One way or another. I always do.”
That said, the Sanin’s body broke apart into tiny snakes that slithered away. Chiaki watched the Orochimaru leave for a few moments before returning his attention to the Field of End. The battle was over for the most part. Yet there were still fighters. Chiaki’s eyes were drawn to the mist wherer he could see clearly that an enraged Han was engaged in a sword fight with Sasuke Uchiha. Without hesitation, Chiaki dashed forward in a swirl of sea green and red, moving at speeds far beyond what he thought he was capable of.
Yasashii + Hanbungetsu + Chiaki + Ant + Chesire + Son Goku + Isobu
Yasashii swore as the bolt of lightning she’d sent from the sky towards Sasuke slammed into an aura of violet, which erupted from his body, took on a humanoid shape, and caused the crackling energy to bounce harmlessly off. Susanoo. She’d seen it before when facing Shinji Uchiha.
“We’ll need a strategy to take down that juts—no Han! Don’t!”
“Die!” Not heeding her friend, Han burst forth and crashed Samehada fearlessly into Sasuke’s susanoo. The lengendary swords managed to eat part way through the armor, before large, skeletal hands wrapped around Han. Lifting the swordswoman in the air, the purple hand slowly began to squeeze. Han gritted her teeth, enduring for a second or two before her body transformed into water and poured safely from Susanoo’s grip. Reforming her body into its usual state, Han glared hatefully at her opponent. “I’ll make you pay for killing him!”
Markings appeared on Han’s face as she activated Clam Sage Mode and once again charged. At the same time, a ball of black flew past Han and slammed into Sasuke’s Susanoo, tearing through it like butter and crashing to the reanimate, turning it to dust. Han’s eyes widened as she suddenly found herself embraced by a person wrapped in a cloak of green and red chakra.
“C-Chiaki?”
Han felt her feet collapse beneath her and, if not for the person supporting her, she surely would have fallen.
“Yes, it’s me.” Chiaki pulled back to study the tears she’d been struggling to hold back, fall from Han’s eyes. Han who he’d never seen cry, not since she’d confessed to him. Once again, he’d caused those tears. Chiaki had no idea what Han saw in him. “Sorry for worrying you. I’m fine.”
“B-But How? What happened to you?”
Chiaki opened his mouth, but no words came out. How does one explain that they met the creator of ninjutsu in their mind, found out that they are the reincarnation of a dead ninja, and awakened some hidden power that they still don’t completely understand?
Exactly like that.
Chiaki frowned, about to chide Son Goku, when he was suddenly lifted into air and embraced from behind, the perpetrator swaying him happily as she spun.
“Thank God you’re alive!” Yasashii cheered. “Hanbugetsu was going berserk! If I’m the one that has to strategize, we can look forward to the end of the world.”
“Hahahaha. That’s certainly true. So this is the wielder of Nuibari.”
“Not bad, for a squirt.”
Chiaki smiled, watching as Ant and Cheshire neared. As soon as he was released, his eyes flickered over the Field of the End. Shinobu, who he hadn’t seen in a while, was still squaring off against Hinata. Given his new abilities, he was able to see the 7-tailed beast within her. When did that happen?
Chomei. Son Goku corrected. His name is Chomei.
Ah, I apologize.
Apology accepted, Friend of Ryuu.
Naruto and Gonta were standing back, seeming to enjoy the show. Well, Gonta at least. Naruto didn't look very happy. Chiaki narrowed his eyes. The pink haired sage hated no one. Not even Orochimaru. That was how he’d always been. However, for the first time in his life, Chiaki decided that there was someone he truly started to detest. The black ball that destroyed Sasuke reappeared beside Chiaki and formed into a black shamisen, a second one forming into a plectrum. Six path chakra laced through his fingers into the black plectrum as he played.
“Six Path Shamisen Art: Revitalizing Rhapsody.”
The song played throughout the Field of End and all of the ninja allies would feel their chakra restored to full capacity, all wounds and fatigue from battle healed. Chiaki took a deep breath. It was strange how different he felt. Stronger, strained…but he was also imbued with a sense of clarity. Perhaps it was because he’d been so close to death that everything seemed so clear. Because he was still at death’s door that he knew which path he should take.
You’re really getting the hang of this.
Thank you. I appreciate your help with regards to my new powers. Both you and Isobu.
Y-you’re welcome.
We’re only helping you because Hagoromo asked us too. And Ryuu regarded you highly, so you aren’t as bad as the other humans.
Chiaki’s eyes twinkled. He was beginning to get a feel of each of their personalities. Isobu was a little timid, but kind. Son Goku was prideful and protective. He really did enjoy their company. It was unfortunate that they would eventually have to part ways. Once again, it was his weakness that would cause others to suffer. But Chiaki didn’t regret it. Being weak. Needing help. It was in those moments of weakness that he met people who were willing to share his burdens.
Chiaki started another song following his first. This time the jutsu would be directed at his enemies. The melody that played across the Field of the End was a haunting one. “Six Path Shamisen Art: Black Serpent Sernade.”
A black serpent made of six path senjutsu would form dormant in the minds of Gonta, Naruto, Hinata, and Frank unbeknownst to them. It would do nothing. For now. Chiaki couldn’t stay for long. His time was limited and he had a promise to keep.
After finish his solo, Chiaki gave a short bow and turned to Han. Ever since he’d met her in Kumo Camp, she’d been someone important to him. All of his friends were important to him. To be honest, he hadn’t really been able to differentiate the fine line between platonic love and romantic love. It wasn’t until Kirigakure that had started to feel something more. She was the first person from Kumo Camp he’d encountered after returning from Otogakure. She’d accepted him…even though he came back changed.
Then when she confessed to him, it was as if a bulb had been switched on. Chiaki began watching her. Noticing her. The small things she did when he was around. The darkness in her. And the light. He still didn’t understand her completely. Her thoughts, her actions, her recklessness…they were different from him. But none of that mattered. If she would accept him, then he could accept everything about her. He wanted to make her happy.
“Han, let’s do our best to survive. When this is over, if I come back, I’ll make sure you never have to cry again.” Chiaki promised. “So please…don’t die.” He placed a soft peck on Han’s lips. Chiaki then turned to the rest of Kirigakure’s soldiers, to Yasashii, Ant, Cheshire, Akane, and even the Dru clones, giving them a nod of farewell before his feet lifted from the ground. Hazel eyes landed briefly on Gonta, narrowing in dislike, before the newly awakened sage blitz through the air towards Konoha.
Are you certain you want to leave them behind? They are facing Naruto…
Yes. Naruto may be a legend, but without you or your other chakra companions supporting him, Naruto is alone. On the other hand, the ninja allies have each other. I’m certain they’ll be able to do something even without my assistance. Ninjas are stronger and more resilient than you give them credit for.
Hmph. I’ll agree with the resilient part.
Chiaki smiled.
Deceased:
Sasuke Uchiha
@Veirrianna Valentine
@Lucem Tenebris
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