u/the_real_phantomxssj

So I got a commission from someone who wants a time travel fic with solid logic. So I'm interested in knowing what you think will happen.

For anyone who doesn't know : Moguro Fukuzou (the Laughing Salesman from Warau Salesman / The Laughing Salesman) would treat Naruto and the Konoha crowd the way he treats every desperate, flawed, or hypocritical human: with a wide, unblinking grin, a briefcase full of “solutions,” and the cheerful certainty that their wishes will cost them everything they actually care about. Moguro Fukuzou is the main character in 'The Laughing Salesman,' a horror manga and anime. As 'The Laughing Salesman,' he acts as a karmic punisher, engaging in the soul business. Moguro makes deals with people, leading them to their downfall for his amusement.

Now I'm thinking of having him meet Naruto and CO. In part one.

Here's how I think he'd sell his solutions to some of our beloved and maybe not so beloved characters.

Naruto : Moguro would wait until one of those classic lonely nights—Naruto sitting on the Hokage Monument or outside Ichiraku after another day of being ignored, insulted, or treated like a walking prank. The salesman would sit down beside him like they were old acquaintances and speak in that soft, amused voice:

“You just want them to notice you, don’t you? Not the way they notice a nuisance. Really notice.

Feel what you feel. Know you’re there the moment you walk into a room. No more invisible orphan. No more talking to yourself because no one else will listen.”

He’d open the briefcase and offer something deceptively simple: a permanent, passive effect. From the moment the contract is signed, every person in a wide radius becomes instinctively aware of Naruto’s presence and the emotional weather inside him. Joy, loneliness, excitement, frustration—whatever he’s feeling leaks outward like an aura. People can’t ignore him anymore. They feel him.

Naruto, being twelve and starving for acknowledgment, would hear the part he wants to hear. He’d think, “Finally. They’ll understand.”

The Catch (the part Moguro never has to hide)

The moment the deal takes effect, the village doesn’t just feel Naruto’s loneliness or his loud determination.

They feel everything he’s been shoving down since he was old enough to understand the glares.

The buried resentment.

The low-grade, constant bloodlust that comes from being treated like a monster for years.

The quiet, ugly fantasies of making the people who hated him hurt the way he hurt.

The nine-tails’ influence that he’s never fully separated from his own emotions.

It wouldn’t be a dramatic red-eyed rage aura all the time. It would be worse: a constant, low-level psychic static of “this kid is dangerous and he knows it.” Civilians would flinch when he walked by. Shopkeepers would freeze mid-sentence. Other Academy kids would suddenly find excuses to leave the room. Even people who were starting to warm up to him (Iruka, Teuchi, the rare kind civilian) would feel that undercurrent of suppressed hatred and instinctively pull back.

Naruto would get exactly what he asked for—everyone is now painfully aware of his presence and his feelings—and the result would be that the village’s fear and rejection of him becomes even more intense and now has a rational-feeling justification. “We always knew there was something wrong with that boy. Now we can feel it.”

Hinata : A small glass jar of ordinary-looking white pills. Moguro Fukuzouuro would present them almost casually, like a vitamin supplement.

“These will make your body do what you want it to do. Strength. Skill. Recognition. The life you keep imagining when no one is looking. You won’t even have to suffer through the training or the rejection. Just take one when the gap between what you are and what you want becomes too wide.”

The catch is stated clearly, because Moguro prefers the victim to understand the terms:

You will black out.

Your body will continue.

You will wake up later with the results already written into muscle, memory, and circumstance.

You will never experience any of it.

### How It Would Actually Work on Early Part 1 Hinata

She takes the first pill one night after another failed training session and another day of Neji’s contempt. She wakes up in her room the next morning. The floor is covered in advanced Gentle Fist scrolls she has no memory of studying. Her hands and arms ache with the specific fatigue of having practiced the same forms for hours. When she stands, her body already knows the sequences. The soft, hesitant movements are gone. The precision is simply *there*.

A few days later the clan is in an uproar. Hanabi has been formally defeated in a private spar that Hinata does not remember. The elders are suddenly speaking of her as the proper heir again. Hiashi looks at her with something closer to respect. Neji’s hatred has sharpened into something colder. Hinata only knows what happened because people keep congratulating (or resenting) her for a fight she never lived through.

She takes another pill when the loneliness becomes unbearable.

She wakes up with a simple matching ring on her finger. Naruto has one too. The village is already treating them as a pair. There are memories that exist only in other people’s heads: a confession, a promise, quiet moments on the monument, the exact way Naruto looked at her when he said yes. Hinata has none of those memories. She only has the ring, the changed way people look at them, and the hollow knowledge that the one thing she wanted most happened while she was absent from her own life.

Further pills would keep rewriting her existence in the same way:

- She becomes the strongest of her generation without ever feeling the strain or the pride of getting there.

- She earns the village’s respect without ever hearing the first sincere “well done.”

- She builds a life with Naruto in which every meaningful milestone occurred during blackouts. The first real conversation, the first time he chose her over the noise in his own head, the quiet domestic pieces that should have been hers—all of it happened to a body that was running on her will while she was gone.

### The Real Horror

Hinata gets every external result she ever wanted.

She is never present for any of it.

The body improves. The status improves. The relationship materializes. But the girl who wanted those things is repeatedly erased from the process. She becomes a passenger who occasionally wakes up to a better résumé and a life that no longer feels like it belongs to her. The more she uses the pills, the less continuous her own existence becomes. Eventually there would be long stretches where “Hinata” is just a set of outcomes other people remember and she can only read about after the fact.

Moguro would find this elegant. He didn’t corrupt her with power or force her into monstrosity. He simply removed her from the story of her own improvement and her own love, then left her awake in the finished product. That is a far more precise cruelty than making her dangerous or hated. She gets the dream, and the dream is empty because she was never allowed to be inside it.

And because the pills only activate when *she* chooses to take them, every new blackout is a fresh act of self-erasure she can never quite stop committing.

Sakura : ### The Product

A plain metal thermos, the kind any genin might carry on a mission. Inside is a clear, slightly sweet liquid. Moguro would hand it over with the usual soft laugh and the terms spoken plainly:

“One measured dose, given regularly. While it is in his system, Sasuke Uchiha belongs to you alone. His attention, his presence, his choices will orient around you. Miss a dose, and the effect lifts. When it lifts, what returns is not only the boy you know. The older memories surface with him and each time they do, his anger at *you* will be sharper than before. He will not know why. You will.”

No fine print hidden. Moguro prefers the victim to understand the leash they are putting on someone else.

### How It Functions on Early Part 1 Sakura

At first it feels like pure victory.

She manages to get Sasuke to drink (mission canteen, shared water, a moment of trust, whatever small opening she can force). The change is immediate and intoxicating. Sasuke stops ignoring her. He stays near. He listens. He even prioritizes her in small, visible ways. The cold distance collapses into something that looks like attachment. For a girl whose entire emotional world has been organized around being chosen by him, it is everything she ever wanted.

Then the maintenance begins.

She has to keep dosing him. Regularly. Without him noticing the pattern, or eventually with him noticing and still accepting it because the drug makes acceptance easier. Every successful dose buys her another stretch of the Sasuke-who-is-hers. Every missed dose—or deliberately delayed one—brings the other version back.

When the effect drops, Sasuke returns with the weight of previous lives bleeding through. The hatred is older, colder, and specifically angled at her for reasons he cannot name. He does not remember the thermos. He only knows that something about Sakura feels like a chain, and the fragments of Indra and Madara supply plenty of ancestral rage to pour into that feeling. Each relapse is worse than the last. The anger compounds. The look he gives her grows heavier with something that is no longer just teenage disdain.

### The Spiral

Sakura is now trapped in a cycle she created:

- Keep dosing him → she gets the obedient, attentive Sasuke she wanted.

- Miss a dose (or hesitate, or get caught, or simply run out) → she gets a version of him that is angrier, more ancient, and focused on her as the source of a violation he cannot fully articulate.

- The longer the arrangement continues, the more she has to dose him just to stay safe from the version that appears when the drug fades.

- The boy she wanted is only present while the liquid is in him. The rest of the time she is managing a growing, directed hatred that she herself keeps reawakening.

Moguro would find this elegant. He did not rewrite Sasuke’s soul permanently. He gave Sakura a temporary, renewable claim on him and made the cost of maintaining that claim escalate. She gets exactly what she asked for—“Sasuke hers alone”—and the only way to keep it is to keep violating him on a schedule. Every dose is a fresh act of control. Every missed dose is a reminder that the control was never free.

The real horror is that early Part 1 Sakura is desperate enough, and single-minded enough, that she would almost certainly keep going. The first taste of being chosen is too strong. By the time the anger starts compounding and the older memories begin leaking into Sasuke’s eyes, she is already too deep in the maintenance loop to stop without losing the one thing she has organized her entire personality around.

Naruto and Kakashi would notice the shifts—the sudden unnatural closeness alternating with periods of cold, disproportionate rage aimed at Sakura—but proving a contract is difficult when the evidence keeps dissolving back into ordinary teenage volatility though since they're adults in universe this might not be like that instead I can see some snooping around by Kakashi and then it's only a matter of time really. Moguro would simply watch from a distance, thermos long since handed over, and wait for the moment Sakura realizes she is no longer sure whether she is keeping Sasuke or whether the need to keep dosing him has started keeping *her*.

That is the salesman’s favorite shape of tragedy: the wish granted, the leash placed in the wisher’s own hand, and the slow discovery that they can never put it down.

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Before we start I'm so sorry for anyone who will get to know about booktok from this. 😭 I'm sorry for ruining your blissful ignorance of this disgusting thing.

The door clicked shut behind Sakura, sealing her in a room that smelled windy? Somehow.

The room itself was a mirror themed room , it was a big room, with two bathrooms , two beds with shared fridge , T.V and washing machine. The room was mirrored in a way that divided the room in half with the bed facing eachother. A brilliant design for shinobis.

Temari was already sprawled across one of the beds, her fan propped against the wall, her blonde hair fanned out across the pillow. She'd kicked off her sandals and was examining her nails with the bored air of someone who had seen it all.

"So," Temari said casually, breaking the silence like she was cracking a walnut. "You're the teammate of the hot shot, from before I take it that he made it too safely without any scars on his handsome face?"

Sakura blinked. "Hot shot?"

"You know." Temari waved a hand vaguely. "The Uchiha. Dark hair. Broody. Looks like he's constantly planning revenge or composing poetry. Very dramatic energy."

Sakura's face went through several shades of red. "You—you think Sasuke is—"

"Handsome? Obviously." Temari sat up, her eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm not blind. The question is: is he single? Available? Open to desert romance?"

Sakura sputtered. "I—he's—we're—"

'OH NONONONONONOO! I'M NOT GETTING MORE COMPITITION  FOR MY SASUKE'S HEART , THIS ONE IS INTERNATIONAL FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.' Sakura thought.

"CHAAAA WHO DOES THIS SAND BITCH THINK SHE IS ?! SASUKE'S CHILDREN WILL BIRTH BY ME CHAAA CHAAA!!!"Inner Sakura was less filtered about it all as such was her real thoughts.

"Relax, Pinky." Temari grinned. "I'm not going to steal him yet. I'm just... curious." She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "So, tell me. What's he like? When he's not being all mysterious and broody?"

Sakura's mouth opened and closed soundlessly.

"CHAA WE HAVE TO KILL THIS HOE SHE'S TOTALLY A WHORE." Sakura whole heartedly agreed.

Temari sighed dramatically. "Fine. Let me rephrase. Does he have any hobbies? Any secret soft spots? Anything that would make him more approachable to a beautiful, mysterious sand kunoichi?"

"I have to do something and make sasuke less appealing to this bitch. I'm NOT sharing my Sasuke."  Inner Sakura screamed

Then a idea popped in her.

'let's do opration a dash of truth with a gollon of lies. MUHAHAHAH' Sakura thought.

"CHAAA LETS SHOW THIS BITCH! THAT SASUKES ALL MINE!!! SHANNAAAROOOOO"

"He likes tomatoes," Sakura blurted out. This was the truth.

Temari blinked. "Tomatoes?"

"PERFECT NOW LET'S ADD SOMETHING NARUTO DOES AND ATTRIBUTE IT TO SASUKE. EVERY WOMAN DISLIKES HIM AFTER ALL WELL EXCEPT FOR HINATA AND THAT WEIRD DEMON WOMAN CHAAAA!! And this one is from a desert. It's definitely gonna her the ick." inner Sakura screamed her victory.

"He... he grows them. In his garden. At his apartment." Sakura's face was burning. "He's very particular about them. He talks to them sometimes."

Temari stared at her for a long moment.

Then she burst out laughing.

"Tomatoes! The broody Uchiha with the revenge complex grows tomatoes!" She wiped a tear from her eye. "Oh, that's perfect. That's beautiful. I have to make him mine now. I have to see this for myself you know the village hidden in sand would benefit from such skills."

Sakura's face was now the color of a tomato from rage. Which Temari misunderstood. "I shouldn't have told you that."

"Too late! You already did!" Temari bounced on the bed like an excited child. "Okay, okay, new question. Does he have any preferences? In women, I mean. Tall? Short? Blonde? Brunette? Desert princesses?"

"I don't—we've never—he doesn't talk about that stuff!"

"Ugh, you're useless." Temari flopped back onto the bed. "Fine. I'll just have to seduce him the old-fashioned way."

Sakura's brain short-circuited. "The old-fashioned way?"

"You know. Look mysterious. Be powerful. Save his life once or twice." Temari waved a hand dismissively. "Works every time in books."

Sakura stared at her.

"Books?" she managed. "You get your seduction techniques from fantasy books? Not even academy ones?"

Temari waved a dismissive hand. "What? They're reliable. Because shinobi don't- well.. most don't read them. The hero always falls for the mysterious stranger who saves him life. It's basic narrative structure."

'I don't think there's a romance story where the heroine saves the male lead like that. Do they have completely different type of romance novels in sand village ?! Like seriously I want Sasuke to see I can bare him tons of Uchihas to restore his clan not that I can be the bodyguard for his kids.' Sakura thought.

The books Sakura reads are where the male lead is lead to believe that the female lead is a good woman while she engineers such scenario so thinking logically the male lead would end up marrying the female lead while also being cutting down the compitition such as breaking up with her best friend over the male lead.

"CHA BASIC NARRATIVE STRUCTURE?! THIS BITCH IS LIVING IN A FANFICTION! ONLY I AM ALLOWED TO IMAGINE THAT." Inner was unfiltered as usual.

Sakura pinched the bridge of her nose. "That's not how real life works." Mirroring the way her mother replied when she something similar.

"Really?" Temari raised an eyebrow. "Then how does it work? Enlighten me, Pinky."

Sakura opened her mouth a confident smirk on her lips. "Look! This is more realistic." Sakura pulled out a scroll , it had different and many detailed plans and how they ended. There was an underwear clearly male—taped to the paper.

"Hey, This.. garment isn't Sasuke's is it?" Temari said pointing to a certain male garment stiched spread on the paper amoung the verious drawing and text. The contrast between the neat and clean writing and the aweful drawings was something Temari noted.

Sakura to her credit didn't even acknowledge it.

"I don't know what kind of books do you people read in sand village. But here every book as the sample thing happen beautifully. Main lead saves the female lead and they love  each on the spot sometimes." Sakura said proudly.

Some things clicked in Temari's head the drawings of what she assumed was Sakura and Sasuke weren't sribbled over. It was showing them having sex.

Some of it was disturbing as it showed a lot of dead bodies one suspiciously like that Naruto kid and other dead body had white gravity neglecting hair she assumed that white haired guy was their sensei the more older drawings were the more casuality it had , she supposed it was an improvement though the newest of the drawings was almost as graphic.

It showed Naruto tied up crying screaming Sakura's name while the white haired man is reading a book and Sakura and Sasuke are getting it on.

"So this Naruto guy did something bad to you or are doing for the love of the game girl?" Temari asked.

"Oh that guy is just annoying. He keeps asking me out trying to distract me from my goal. Though I have come to respect him somewhat. Less then how much Sasuke respects him but still." Sakura answered.

"So you are punishing him? Or well plan to? For tempting you with a relationship is that right?" Temari asked.

Sakura nodded.

Temari blinked and instantly calculated what to say. "OH hell yeah girl how dare he gets between you and your love!"

Sakura nodded proudly "Just you wait I'll make my dreams a reality! HAHAHAA"

Temari sweat dropped noticing another victim in the 'art' . "Uh who is this person?" Temari pointed to the high pony tailed girl Sakura had drawn on the chair as Sakura and Sasuke in the drawing got it on. The girl is also tried much like Naruto.

"Oh that's Ino pig." Sakura said

Temari took a good look at it a face popped into mind "ah that must be the Yamanaka."

Sakura nodded.

'Mildly concerning but I can see that being somewhat justified as long as she's a bad person.' Temari thought.

"Oh totally! She dare like the same person I do we cannot be anything but enemies!" Sakura said like it was common sense

'Okay I cannot trust this woman, but I am sooo seeing an opportunity for money and completing the mission.' Temari concluded Temari's sharper than any wind style brain cooked up a great idea.

Temari wasn't here for a pretty boy like Sasuke after all. She was here like her teammates / brothers for war to distroy village hidden in leafs so her country can prosper. So Sakura's fantasies gave her an idea.

She leaned over the side of the bed, eyes sparkling with a new kind of mischief as she eyed Sakura’s chaotic scroll again.“You know… those drawings are terrible,” Temari said bluntly. “The anatomy is all wrong, the perspective is nonexistent, and Sasuke’s head looks like a potato in half of them. No offense, Pinky.”

Sakura bristled. “Hey! I was going for emotion, not perfection!”

Temari hopped off her bed and walked over, picking up the scroll with two fingers like it might bite her. “Lucky for you, I’ve got skills. Back in Suna we don’t have much entertainment. Drawing, painting fans, making propaganda poster like a good shinobi I’ve been doodling since I was a kid. Give me a pencil and some decent paper and I can make your ‘vision’ actually look good. And we can even publish these as light novels for other perverts."

Sakura blinked. "Wait what you think people would actually read it?"

"Read? Girl, If I \*elevate\* this. They will sell their souls for it." Temari grinned, that dangerous desert Wesley smile spreading across her face. “Imagine these scenes but actually hot. Dynamic poses. Proper lighting. Sasuke looking broody \*and\* sexy instead of like a stick figure with hair. We could make a whole series.”

Inner Sakura was vibrating: ‘CHAAAAA THIS SAND BITCH IS USEFUL AFTER ALL?! BUT SHE BETTER NOT TRY TO STEAL HIM WHILE DRAWING!!!’

Sakura narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch,” Temari said, waving a hand. “I’m bored out of my mind in this village, and this is the most fun I’ve had since I got here. Plus… I kinda want to see how far you’re willing to go with this. It’s entertaining.”

'The catch is that you'll be responsible for corrupting the people of Konoha.' Temari thought 'If my calculations are correct which they probably are within a year these fantasies of Sakura will make Konoha hundreds of times unsafe.' This type of attack on morality where actually very common in the shinobi world the grand alliance against Land of eiddies had used such attacks to cause massive moral confusions

The two of them quickly turned the shared room into a war room. Temari pulled better paper and ink from the embassy supplies. Sakura provided the “lore” and increasingly deranged storyboards.

They started small: improved versions of Sakura’s existing drawings. Temari’s clean, confident lines made the scenes \*way\* too detailed. Sasuke’s abs? Immaculate. The dramatic hair flow during “intimate” moments? Chef’s kiss.

While Sakura mostly worked on the "light" novels. With a very weird smile.

Then Temari dropped the real bomb:

“You know what would be even better? We make these into actual \*books\*. Small ones. Hand-drawn. Limited copies. Pass them around to the bored kunoichi. Call it… ‘Hidden Leaf Forbidden Scrolls’ or something. Or we go big — organize secret meetups. Like those convention things I’ve heard rumors about from merchant caravans. Women gathering to read spicy stories, trade drawings, gossip about which shinobi would be good in bed…”

Sakura’s brain short-circuited again. “You mean… like a BookTok but in person? With \*our\* stuff?”

“Exactly. Imagine a bunch of girls in a back room, blushing over your Sasuke collection while drinking tea. We could even do ‘milking Summonings’ style scenes if you’re into that niche — big strong Summoning beings being… productive.” Temari wiggled her eyebrows while her face coloured with a unhealthy green.

\*\*Inner Sakura:\*\* ‘CHAAAA WHAT IS A MILKING SUMMONING?! But only if I make Sasuke mine forever in that as well I’m in!!!’

Sakura turned bright red but didn’t deny it. “O-Only if Sasuke is the main lead in everything.”

“Obviously,” Temari said. “Though I’m adding a tall blonde sand princess side character for… research purposes of course not in anything similar to milking summonings. You can be the only lead in that.”

“NO.”

Temari looked at her "Listen to your partner in this crime on morality. And DON'T YOU DARE DRAW OR WRITE ME LIKE INO OR NARUTO."

"B-BUT!" Sakura protested.

"No buts." Temari huffed.

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Before long, they had a whole underground operation going. Temari’s artistic talent + Sakura’s unhinged Fantasies = dangerously good (and dangerously explicit) doujinshi-level material.

They even started planning their first “convention” — a secret meeting in an abandoned house / ground basement during the exams, advertised only by coded messages passed between kunoichi.

Temari’s pitch to potential attendees:

“Come for the romance. Stay for the detailed illustrations of what happens after the hero saves the day.”

Sakura was equal parts horrified and thrilled. On one hand, more competition for Sasuke. On the other… her dreams were finally being illustrated professionally.

**Epilogue: The Great Shinobi Smut Apocalypse**

Weeks after the Chunin Exams (somehow) ended without total disaster, the underground “Hidden Leaf Forbidden Scrolls Society” had gone viral.

Temari’s artistic talent combined with Sakura’s unhinged lore created something dangerous. Copies were smuggled across villages. Secret meetings popped up in training grounds, tea houses, and even the Hyuga compound’s lesser-used storage rooms. The series — *Broody Uchiha’s Forbidden Spring* — became legendary.

**Sasuke** didn’t know peace anymore.

Everywhere he went, kunoichi appeared. A group of girls from the Academy giggled and blushed when he walked by. A Chunin from the logistics division “accidentally” dropped a fanart booklet at his feet. One particularly bold Sand kunoichi (not Temari, who was wisely staying out of the direct line of fire) tried the “mysterious savior” routine Temari hadn't joked about.

Sasuke activates Sharingan “…” a very talkative silence later.

“Hn. Annoying.”

He burned three different doujinshi in one day. The fanbase only grew stronger. “The mysterious brooding one burns them… he’s so tsundere!!”

Meanwhile, because Sakura couldn’t help herself, she had slipped in side stories. One tragic subplot featured Hinata Hyuga as the “pure-hearted girl whose love interest suffers the same fate as her rivals.” In Sakura’s twisted logic, this made her own Sasuke route look better by comparison.

It backfired spectacularly.

The fandom went wild for NaruHina.

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Hinata was quietly training in a secluded forest clearing when she found it.

A small, neatly bound booklet had been left on a tree stump, clearly dropped by someone in a hurry. The cover read:

“Gentle Fist of Passion: Drunken Byakugan Nights”

Featuring Hinata Hyuga and Naruto Uzumaki.

Her face turned scarlet the second she opened it. The art style was… suspiciously familiar. Temari’s clean lines mixed with someone’s enthusiastic (if slightly off-model) additions.

In the story, Hinata drank some mysterious “chakra-enhancing sake” during a mission gone wrong. One thing led to another, and suddenly there were panels of a very bold, flushed Hinata pushing a surprised Naruto against a tree while whispering, “N-Naruto-kun… I’ve always… wanted to show you my true strength…”

Hinata’s Byakugan activated involuntarily. She stood frozen, steam practically coming out of her ears, as she flipped through increasingly explicit pages.

**“T-This… this isn’t… I would never—!”**

Her mind was a whirlwind. Part of her was mortified. Another (very small, deeply buried) part was… curious? No. No no no. She slammed the booklet shut, hugged it to her chest, and activated her Gentle Fist stance like the paper was an enemy.

“W-Why is there so much detail about my… my hands?!”

She was halfway through burning the evidence with a weak fireball (courtesy of borrowing a scroll from somewhere) when Kiba and Akamaru showed up.

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**Meanwhile, with Naruto:**

“Oi, Naruto! You gotta see this!” Kiba slammed the exact same booklet onto the ramen stand counter, grinning like an idiot. “Someone’s been drawing you and Hinata going at it. And it’s *wild*. She gets drunk on some weird medicine and jumps you like a wild animal. Akamaru couldn’t stop barking when he saw it.”

Naruto choked on his ramen. “W-WHAT?! Hinata?! Me?!”

He flipped it open. His face went through several dramatic stages: confusion → shock → bright red → “DATTEBAYO?!” at the top of his lungs.

In the panels, Hinata was drawn surprisingly accurately — shy at first, then bold and determined, with the iconic finger-tenting turned into something… else.

Naruto scratched his head, laughing nervously but clearly flustered. “This is crazy! Hinata’s super nice and quiet… she wouldn’t… right? Though the artwork is kinda good… WAIT, WHY AM I THINKING THAT?!”

Kiba was dying laughing. “You should see the one where you use shadow clones. There’s like twelve of you—”

“SHUT UP, KIBA!”

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**Back with Hinata:**

She was hiding behind a tree, still clutching the burnt remains of the booklet, when Naruto came running through the forest (Kiba had “helpfully” pointed him in her direction).

“Hinata! Did you see this crazy thing?! Someone’s drawing us— uh… doing stuff!”

Hinata’s face was tomato red. She couldn’t even look at him. “N-Naruto-kun… I… I would never drink weird substances and… and jump on you like that! I-I mean— not that I don’t— I mean—!”

She fainted on the spot.

Naruto caught her, panicking. “Hinata?! Oi, wake up! It’s just dumb drawings! Though… you looked really pretty in them…”

**Inner Hinata (newly awakened):** *‘…Pretty?’*

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### Final Notes from the Epilogue

- Sasuke started wearing a mask and hoodie everywhere. It only made the fans worse.

- Sakura was equal parts proud and jealous when she heard about the NaruHina explosion. “At least they’re distracted from Sasuke-kun… right?”

- Temari sent an anonymous letter back to Suna: “Mission success. Konoha’s youth will never recover.”

- Ino found out and is currently fighting many cases against Sakura and Temari.

Before we start I'm so sorry for anyone who will get to know about booktok from this. 😭 I'm sorry for ruining your blissful ignorance of this disgusting thing.

The door clicked shut behind Sakura, sealing her in a room that smelled windy? Somehow.

The room itself was a mirror themed room , it was a big room, with two bathrooms , two beds with shared fridge , T.V and washing machine. The room was mirrored in a way that divided the room in half with the bed facing eachother. A brilliant design for shinobis.

Temari was already sprawled across one of the beds, her fan propped against the wall, her blonde hair fanned out across the pillow. She'd kicked off her sandals and was examining her nails with the bored air of someone who had seen it all.

"So," Temari said casually, breaking the silence like she was cracking a walnut. "You're the teammate of the hot shot, from before I take it that he made it too safely without any scars on his handsome face?"

Sakura blinked. "Hot shot?"

"You know." Temari waved a hand vaguely. "The Uchiha. Dark hair. Broody. Looks like he's constantly planning revenge or composing poetry. Very dramatic energy."

Sakura's face went through several shades of red. "You—you think Sasuke is—"

"Handsome? Obviously." Temari sat up, her eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm not blind. The question is: is he single? Available? Open to desert romance?"

Sakura sputtered. "I—he's—we're—"

'OH NONONONONONOO! I'M NOT GETTING MORE COMPITITION  FOR MY SASUKE'S HEART , THIS ONE IS INTERNATIONAL FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.' Sakura thought.

"CHAAAA WHO DOES THIS SAND BITCH THINK SHE IS ?! SASUKE'S CHILDREN WILL BIRTH BY ME CHAAA CHAAA!!!"Inner Sakura was less filtered about it all as such was her real thoughts.

"Relax, Pinky." Temari grinned. "I'm not going to steal him yet. I'm just... curious." She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "So, tell me. What's he like? When he's not being all mysterious and broody?"

Sakura's mouth opened and closed soundlessly.

"CHAA WE HAVE TO KILL THIS HOE SHE'S TOTALLY A WHORE." Sakura whole heartedly agreed.

Temari sighed dramatically. "Fine. Let me rephrase. Does he have any hobbies? Any secret soft spots? Anything that would make him more approachable to a beautiful, mysterious sand kunoichi?"

"I have to do something and make sasuke less appealing to this bitch. I'm NOT sharing my Sasuke."  Inner Sakura screamed

Then a idea popped in her.

'let's do opration a dash of truth with a gollon of lies. MUHAHAHAH' Sakura thought.

"CHAAA LETS SHOW THIS BITCH! THAT SASUKES ALL MINE!!! SHANNAAAROOOOO"

"He likes tomatoes," Sakura blurted out. This was the truth.

Temari blinked. "Tomatoes?"

"PERFECT NOW LET'S ADD SOMETHING NARUTO DOES AND ATTRIBUTE IT TO SASUKE. EVERY WOMAN DISLIKES HIM AFTER ALL WELL EXCEPT FOR HINATA AND THAT WEIRD DEMON WOMAN CHAAAA!! And this one is from a desert. It's definitely gonna her the ick." inner Sakura screamed her victory.

"He... he grows them. In his garden. At his apartment." Sakura's face was burning. "He's very particular about them. He talks to them sometimes."

Temari stared at her for a long moment.

Then she burst out laughing.

"Tomatoes! The broody Uchiha with the revenge complex grows tomatoes!" She wiped a tear from her eye. "Oh, that's perfect. That's beautiful. I have to make him mine now. I have to see this for myself you know the village hidden in sand would benefit from such skills."

Sakura's face was now the color of a tomato from rage. Which Temari misunderstood. "I shouldn't have told you that."

"Too late! You already did!" Temari bounced on the bed like an excited child. "Okay, okay, new question. Does he have any preferences? In women, I mean. Tall? Short? Blonde? Brunette? Desert princesses?"

"I don't—we've never—he doesn't talk about that stuff!"

"Ugh, you're useless." Temari flopped back onto the bed. "Fine. I'll just have to seduce him the old-fashioned way."

Sakura's brain short-circuited. "The old-fashioned way?"

"You know. Look mysterious. Be powerful. Save his life once or twice." Temari waved a hand dismissively. "Works every time in books."

Sakura stared at her.

"Books?" she managed. "You get your seduction techniques from fantasy books? Not even academy ones?"

Temari waved a dismissive hand. "What? They're reliable. Because shinobi don't- well.. most don't read them. The hero always falls for the mysterious stranger who saves him life. It's basic narrative structure."

'I don't think there's a romance story where the heroine saves the male lead like that. Do they have completely different type of romance novels in sand village ?! Like seriously I want Sasuke to see I can bare him tons of Uchihas to restore his clan not that I can be the bodyguard for his kids.' Sakura thought.

The books Sakura reads are where the male lead is lead to believe that the female lead is a good woman while she engineers such scenario so thinking logically the male lead would end up marrying the female lead while also being cutting down the compitition such as breaking up with her best friend over the male lead.

"CHA BASIC NARRATIVE STRUCTURE?! THIS BITCH IS LIVING IN A FANFICTION! ONLY I AM ALLOWED TO IMAGINE THAT." Inner was unfiltered as usual.

Sakura pinched the bridge of her nose. "That's not how real life works." Mirroring the way her mother replied when she something similar.

"Really?" Temari raised an eyebrow. "Then how does it work? Enlighten me, Pinky."

Sakura opened her mouth a confident smirk on her lips. "Look! This is more realistic." Sakura pulled out a scroll , it had different and many detailed plans and how they ended. There was an underwear clearly male—taped to the paper.

"Hey, This.. garment isn't Sasuke's is it?" Temari said pointing to a certain male garment stiched spread on the paper amoung the verious drawing and text. The contrast between the neat and clean writing and the aweful drawings was something Temari noted.

Sakura to her credit didn't even acknowledge it.

"I don't know what kind of books do you people read in sand village. But here every book as the sample thing happen beautifully. Main lead saves the female lead and they love  each on the spot sometimes." Sakura said proudly.

Some things clicked in Temari's head the drawings of what she assumed was Sakura and Sasuke weren't sribbled over. It was showing them having sex.

Some of it was disturbing as it showed a lot of dead bodies one suspiciously like that Naruto kid and other dead body had white gravity neglecting hair she assumed that white haired guy was their sensei the more older drawings were the more casuality it had , she supposed it was an improvement though the newest of the drawings was almost as graphic.

It showed Naruto tied up crying screaming Sakura's name while the white haired man is reading a book and Sakura and Sasuke are getting it on.

"So this Naruto guy did something bad to you or are doing for the love of the game girl?" Temari asked.

"Oh that guy is just annoying. He keeps asking me out trying to distract me from my goal. Though I have come to respect him somewhat. Less then how much Sasuke respects him but still." Sakura answered.

"So you are punishing him? Or well plan to? For tempting you with a relationship is that right?" Temari asked.

Sakura nodded.

Temari blinked and instantly calculated what to say. "OH hell yeah girl how dare he gets between you and your love!"

Sakura nodded proudly "Just you wait I'll make my dreams a reality! HAHAHAA"

Temari sweat dropped noticing another victim in the 'art' . "Uh who is this person?" Temari pointed to the high pony tailed girl Sakura had drawn on the chair as Sakura and Sasuke in the drawing got it on. The girl is also tried much like Naruto.

"Oh that's Ino pig." Sakura said

Temari took a good look at it a face popped into mind "ah that must be the Yamanaka."

Sakura nodded.

'Mildly concerning but I can see that being somewhat justified as long as she's a bad person.' Temari thought.

"Oh totally! She dare like the same person I do we cannot be anything but enemies!" Sakura said like it was common sense

'Okay I cannot trust this woman, but I am sooo seeing an opportunity for money and completing the mission.' Temari concluded Temari's sharper than any wind style brain cooked up a great idea.

Temari wasn't here for a pretty boy like Sasuke after all. She was here like her teammates / brothers for war to distroy village hidden in leafs so her country can prosper. So Sakura's fantasies gave her an idea.

She leaned over the side of the bed, eyes sparkling with a new kind of mischief as she eyed Sakura’s chaotic scroll again.“You know… those drawings are terrible,” Temari said bluntly. “The anatomy is all wrong, the perspective is nonexistent, and Sasuke’s head looks like a potato in half of them. No offense, Pinky.”

Sakura bristled. “Hey! I was going for emotion, not perfection!”

Temari hopped off her bed and walked over, picking up the scroll with two fingers like it might bite her. “Lucky for you, I’ve got skills. Back in Suna we don’t have much entertainment. Drawing, painting fans, making propaganda poster like a good shinobi I’ve been doodling since I was a kid. Give me a pencil and some decent paper and I can make your ‘vision’ actually look good. And we can even publish these as light novels for other perverts."

Sakura blinked. "Wait what you think people would actually read it?"

"Read? Girl, If I *elevate* this. They will sell their souls for it." Temari grinned, that dangerous desert Wesley smile spreading across her face. “Imagine these scenes but actually hot. Dynamic poses. Proper lighting. Sasuke looking broody *and* sexy instead of like a stick figure with hair. We could make a whole series.”

Inner Sakura was vibrating: ‘CHAAAAA THIS SAND BITCH IS USEFUL AFTER ALL?! BUT SHE BETTER NOT TRY TO STEAL HIM WHILE DRAWING!!!’

Sakura narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch,” Temari said, waving a hand. “I’m bored out of my mind in this village, and this is the most fun I’ve had since I got here. Plus… I kinda want to see how far you’re willing to go with this. It’s entertaining.”

'The catch is that you'll be responsible for corrupting the people of Konoha.' Temari thought 'If my calculations are correct which they probably are within a year these fantasies of Sakura will make Konoha hundreds of times unsafe.' This type of attack on morality where actually very common in the shinobi world the grand alliance against Land of eiddies had used such attacks to cause massive moral confusions

The two of them quickly turned the shared room into a war room. Temari pulled better paper and ink from the embassy supplies. Sakura provided the “lore” and increasingly deranged storyboards.

They started small: improved versions of Sakura’s existing drawings. Temari’s clean, confident lines made the scenes *way* too detailed. Sasuke’s abs? Immaculate. The dramatic hair flow during “intimate” moments? Chef’s kiss.

While Sakura mostly worked on the "light" novels. With a very weird smile.

Then Temari dropped the real bomb:

“You know what would be even better? We make these into actual *books*. Small ones. Hand-drawn. Limited copies. Pass them around to the bored kunoichi. Call it… ‘Hidden Leaf Forbidden Scrolls’ or something. Or we go big — organize secret meetups. Like those convention things I’ve heard rumors about from merchant caravans. Women gathering to read spicy stories, trade drawings, gossip about which shinobi would be good in bed…”

Sakura’s brain short-circuited again. “You mean… like a BookTok but in person? With *our* stuff?”

“Exactly. Imagine a bunch of girls in a back room, blushing over your Sasuke collection while drinking tea. We could even do ‘milking Summonings’ style scenes if you’re into that niche — big strong Summoning beings being… productive.” Temari wiggled her eyebrows while her face coloured with a unhealthy green.

**Inner Sakura:** ‘CHAAAA WHAT IS A MILKING SUMMONING?! But only if I make Sasuke mine forever in that as well I’m in!!!’

Sakura turned bright red but didn’t deny it. “O-Only if Sasuke is the main lead in everything.”

“Obviously,” Temari said. “Though I’m adding a tall blonde sand princess side character for… research purposes of course not in anything similar to milking summonings. You can be the only lead in that.”

“NO.”

Temari looked at her "Listen to your partner in this crime on morality. And DON'T YOU DARE DRAW OR WRITE ME LIKE INO OR NARUTO."

"B-BUT!" Sakura protested.

"No buts." Temari huffed.

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Before long, they had a whole underground operation going. Temari’s artistic talent + Sakura’s unhinged Fantasies = dangerously good (and dangerously explicit) doujinshi-level material.

They even started planning their first “convention” — a secret meeting in an abandoned house / ground basement during the exams, advertised only by coded messages passed between kunoichi.

Temari’s pitch to potential attendees:

“Come for the romance. Stay for the detailed illustrations of what happens after the hero saves the day.”

Sakura was equal parts horrified and thrilled. On one hand, more competition for Sasuke. On the other… her dreams were finally being illustrated professionally.

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It was a normal day in academy until it wasn't.

Naruto walked in the class wearing three guns two handguns and a submechine gun on his back.

"Naruto why do you have a gun?" Sasuke asked.

"I'm not wasting chakra on tugs when I graduate today." Naruto replied.

"Uh do you even have enough money for those ?" Sakura said mocking him.

"Oh i just used all my allowance at once. " Naruto said proudly.

Sakura laughed "wait so you're going starve now ?"

"No? I gave Hinata a sniper gun as a gift.." Naruto answered as Hinata walked in behind him.

"I-I-I would take care of his hunger.." Hinata said softly.

"why the hell would you give her a sniper ? " Ino screamed

"What.. she and I were playing some ninja of duty and she had super good aim. " Naruto said.

"And you wanted her to bring it out in real life ?" Sakura scaremed

"Dah she's about to no scope 360 some guy soon ! Believe it." Naruto said suddenly invading Hinata's personal space.

The Capture & Hinata Claims Him to save his life

The moonlight barely reached the inner courtyard of the Hyuga compound. Naruto, covered in orange paint and holding a half-empty bucket, froze mid-sneak when twenty Byakugan eyes activated at once.

“Intruder!”

He didn’t even get to paint a single wall or person Branch members had him pinned in seconds — gentle fist strikes precisely locking his tenketsu so he couldn’t move properly. Naruto still yelled.

“Oi! Let go! It was just a prank, dattebayo! I wasn’t even gonna do anything bad!”

"That is BAD"

The main house elders arrived quickly, faces thunderous. Hiashi Hyuga stood at the front, cold and imposing.

“The brat dares trespass on Hyuga grounds. This cannot go unpunished.”

Naruto gulped. Even he knew he’d stepped in it this time.

Whispers spread. Some wanted him handed to ANBU. Others wanted harsher clan justice. The tension thickened until a small, trembling voice cut through.

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Hinata’s small hands were shaking as she stepped forward in the grand hall. Naruto was face-down on the polished floor, ten Branch House Jonin holding him down after his disastrous prank attempt. His orange jumpsuit was covered in dirt,

“F-Father…” she said gathering every little bit of courage. She knew what elder had planned. The thing was she was the only one who cared about what Naruto dreams off.

The Hyūga elder and along with her father had decided that Naruto would be made into a slave.

Everyone turned. Hinata stood at the edge of the courtyard in her night yukata, fists clenched at her sides, face pale but determined.

“I-I’ll… I’ll take responsibility. Naruto-kun can… be my personal slave. H-He’ll be punished under my watch, by me.”

Dead silence.

One elder narrowed his eyes. “oh and we should let you so you can disappoint us again? Hinata-sama?”

“He… he’s just a boy from the Academy,” she whispered, eyes on the ground. “And… the Hokage would be angry if something happened to him. This way… the clan still punishes him.”

Hiashi stared at his daughter for a long moment. To everyone’s shock, the corner of his mouth twitched — almost approval.

"Oh well better than what these fools had in mind.." Hiashi thought.

“Very well. The Uzumaki boy will serve as Hinata’s personal attendant until we deem his punishment complete. He is now property of the Hyuga clan under her authority.”

Naruto’s jaw dropped. “W-Wait— slave?! Hinata?! You?!”

Hinata turned bright red and nearly fainted on the spot, but she had done it.

"Lord Hiashi she doesn't even know what he is " an elder said.

Hiashi raised a hand to silence him.

"Hinata come here for a bit"

Hinata gulped her nerves "i know about why the village treats him like this "

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Here's where the real thing starts they're letting her have him, be hers only in name because it'd look more better for their image , though they'd rather probably lean into the whole Naruto is a demon even if they know it's bull shi because it gives them a reason to be irrational you get me ? Then to free him Hinata would need to secretly look into how to free slaves , or we could actually drop the Hinata claiming as her slave completely, instead it's temporary slavery but Hinata and adults know this will affect Naruto's chances of becoming Hokage.

They barely tolerate it. They allow the arrangement only in name and only because it lets them save face (“See? We’re mercifully supervising the vessel”) while still controlling and punishing Naruto.

Internally, many clan members (especially branch house and elders) are pissed that the failure daughter is involved at all. They see it as her making another embarrassment.

Hinata’s “ownership” is mostly ceremonial. She has very limited real authority, and the clan adults constantly undermine her. This actually makes her more protective of Naruto.

How Hinata Eventually Frees Him solid paths that fit your updated thinking:

Option A (Secret Research + Political Maneuver)

Hinata starts secretly studying old clan laws, Konoha civil codes, and anything about servitude/punishments (maybe with help from the Hyuga library at night or sneaking to the Hokage’s archives). She realizes the only clean way to fully free him without clan backlash is through formal adoption or betrothal into the clan.

She chooses betrothal because it gives Naruto protection and status. She does this quietly, building up courage over weeks/months while the “servant” punishment drags on. The clan eventually agrees because it secures the Jinchuriki bloodline, even if it’s through their “weak” daughter.

Uh since a formal betrothal can be rejected 💀 though by the clan she'd need to make it scandalous so they have to , which will cause her , her reputation, even more.

Self sacrifice 101.

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Hinata’s room was quiet except for Naruto’s soft breathing. After another brutal day (Hiashi disowning her efforts again, clan members whispering about the “demon being her toy ”), she had broken down. Naruto, being Naruto, had pulled her into one of his warm, clumsy hugs.

“You’re not a failure, Hinata. You’re super nice. That’s better than being strong and mean, dattebayo.”

She had fallen asleep against his chest. He stayed because… well, he didn’t want to leave her alone.

And used this for his freedom.

The door slid open at dawn.

A branch member (sent to wake Hinata for training) froze. Neji stood right behind him, eyes wide with shock.

Naruto woke up with Hinata still curled against him, his arm around her.

“Uh… this isn’t—”

The news spread like wildfire through the compound by breakfast.

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The branch member’s shout had woken half the compound. By morning, the rumor was everywhere: *Hinata-sama and the pest were found asleep together in her bed.*

The main hall was freezing with tension. Hiashi sat like a statue. Elders glared with open disgust. Neji stood rigid in the corner, pale with second-hand shame. Naruto stood protectively close to Hinata, still wearing the servant robe, fists clenched.

An elder slammed his hand on the table.

“This is unacceptable! The main house member alone with her own slave— sleeping in the same room! What have you done, girl?!”

Hinata’s face was already burning crimson. Her hands twisted together so tightly her knuckles went white. She kept her eyes on the floor, voice barely above a whisper, but she forced the words out anyway.

“I… I’ve l-liked Naruto-kun… for a very long time…”

The entire room seemed to suck in a breath.

“Since he b-became my servant… it became harder to hide. Last night… I was sad after training and… and he comforted me. We fell asleep like that. I… I couldn’t resist…” she was misdirecting like her clan taught her using half truths to lead them to a false conclusion.

She trailed off, looking mortified, but didn’t deny anything more serious. The implication hung thick in the air.

Naruto’s eyes went wide. “Hinata?! Wait, you—?!”

Hinata's hands gripped his hands "it's fine Naruto u don't regret anything"

An elder hissed, “You would tarnish the Hyuga pride with this… this boy What else have you let him do?!”

Hinata flinched but didn’t back down. Her voice shook badly.

“If… if you punish him more harshly… or separate us… I don’t know if I can… stop myself next time.”

The silence was deafening.

Hiashi’s eyes narrowed dangerously. He understood exactly what his daughter was doing, even if she looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole. By leaning into the “young girl in love can’t control herself” narrative, she had turned a simple sleeping incident into a looming scandal that could damage the clan’s reputation even more if it continued.

One elder growled, “This cannot be allowed to continue unchecked…”

Hinata stepped forward, shaking but determined. For the first time, her voice didn’t stutter as much.

“Then… then announce a betrothal. Make it official. That way… the clan’s honor is preserved, and Naruto-kun is no longer a slave. He becomes… family.”

The room went dead silent. The elders looked like they’d swallowed lemons.

They argued for hours. But the rumor was already leaking outside the compound (servants talk). Other clans were whispering. They had no clean way out.

Hiashi finally spoke, staring at his daughter like he was seeing her for the first time.

“…Very well. A formal betrothal will be arranged. The Uzumaki boy will be elevated from servant to fiancé. This… mistake will be reframed as an engagement.”

Naruto blinked. “Wait— for real? I’m free?”

Hinata gave him the smallest, most relieved smile, even as the elders glared daggers at her.

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Now I'm aware there's was a wholesome version something similar but I'm more a logical person (sociopathic of extreme level )

People i will tag here : u/Ok-Garden-2916.

u/shirokiyami .

u/AffectionateBill3805.

u/Enough-Yard-8265.

u/alwayssone96

u/The-Void-Wolf

u/Ok-dare-8414

Here's what I cooked up. : The air in the ruined Hyūga compound was still. Not the peaceful stillness of a quiet afternoon, but the dead, heavy silence of a tomb. Hinata Hyūga, with her ordinarily featureless white Byakugan, stood amidst the rubble. She was the last one. The last shinobi. The last human.

The War of the Shinju had ended, not with a bang, but with a slow, insidious consumption from what she could tell from the crime their world had turned into . The so called God Trees had risen, not just one, but many, fed by the boundless chakra of a world of warriors. One by one, the villages fell, their people cocooned and drained. She had fought. She had hidden. She had watched Naruto, her sun, fall into an endless sleep from which he would never wake. Jura had eaten him turned him into a tree sealing him this time without her.

She had held her father’s hand as he turned to ash just before that . And She had seen her sister, Hanabi, become a vessel for a soulless husk before that. The pain had been so immense, so all-consuming, that it had broken something inside her, and in that breaking, a door had opened.

Turned it into strength and fought to free people who could still be saved. After being unsealed with her husband from Kawaki's dimension.

But soon they were losing again the shinju had them cornered again they both had chosen to be the sacrifice fighting them head on to save the their children and the next generation.

But Naruto had sealed her at the end as jura himself arrived for Naruto , to protect her again , like always had managed to deny the fate itself even as the roots started to form around him. He molded the chakra.

He said he loved her. That he was sorry to ignore her and make her suffer , said that he wished he could've spent more time with her and the kids the tree itself was bending to his will as if hesitating to consume him.

He gave her five scrolls.

And that was it after that she didn't see him or anything of the outside world for that matter. Seal had the time flow sun and moon even an illusion but it did its job. One of the scrolls had her home she and Naruto had built now just a building.

One had food , the other had water. The other had clothes and other things of her Necessity The last one had a shadow clone of him on each seal, she had hoped it was her Naruto the real one but wasn't. The scroll was filled with clones. The real one had been sacrificed.

Sealed at the age of thirty four now she was ninety almost dying really.

Inside the seal after eighty six years the clones left by Naruto had started to pop right after she unsealed them as an indicator the real Naruto had died.

Naruto's plan was simple he believed their sons would win and the next generation would win against everything that came their way.

The seal wasn't just a hiding place either it was a training ground Naruto's clones taught her seals way more than she already knew.

It was all on a different level entirely. Most of all they both learnt the sealing jutsu known as Adamantine Sealing Chains. Another legacy added to their tool kit.

And the framed flying thunder god they only wished they had found it sooner , the legacy of the fourth hokage and their father / father in law.

Naruto had Genma Shiranui, Raidō Namiashi, and Iwashi Tatami give him the secrets of flying thunder god however combining them was the hard part they had started with Naruto , her and a clone sometimes it was her and sometimes it was his clone.

In the end after a year of studying and trying they managed to make it work but were very slow and inaccurate after two of becoming seal master of Naruto's level which itself took three years for Hinata funnily enough the same time Naruto had taken between after the fourth war and their trip to the moon.

Naruto the clone had focused all time on teaching and making sure Hinata was well accompanied. He was there when she and him missed their kids. He was there when she missed her parents and friends. And she did the same for him.

Naruto had explained his plan already to her by then, it was to wait for their children or his real self to make contact with the seal from outside.

So they waited. And waited after his clones confirmed his death she waited just for the sake of Naruto's trust in the next generation. She hoped they had just forgotten about her thinking she was dead and the outside was back to normal for everyone else. But she knew that the world would not have her husband in it. So she waited till the seal itself unsealed four years she was alone in that seal knowing Naruto had left this world.

When it unsealed she was there exactly where she had been sealed by Naruto. And there it was the tree which had consumed her husband it now held a shell made of thin dirty in the shape of Naruto a testament to the time which had passed.

And that's how she got here back at the place where once was the village hidden in the leafs.

She was really just waiting for death really but none the less she wasn't the wife of someone who gave up so easily so she used her bykugan's abilities scanning the whole earth even the moon for any signs of life. Not even a single chakra pathway was visible to her.

Then after some days of denial Hinata checked periodically for any signs of life.

Today was no different either. Once again she flared her chakra and then nothing. And without any warning she blacked out.

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When she woke up, she chopped it up to the fact that she was old , very old.

Unbothered she , did what she always did let the chakra pour into her body from her eyes with a thought.

Her byakugan flared up scanning the earth and moon as if it was second nature to her. But this time her insticts told her there something more within her eyes felt the chakra the like she had only felt from one person who wasn't alive.

"Father.....Humura" Hinata grasped.

So she let it flow. The eyes obeyed her, her byakugan was turned off, the new chakra felt like an overpowering force.

She was forced to her knees and felt her eyes change into something unfamiliar. Her ordinarily featureless white Byakugan gained blue pupils filled with what resemble overlapping white flower patterns radiating light like a flower shaped sun in each of her it was the Tenseigan, she stood shakily amidst the rubble.

She noticed some differences in her vision she wasn't seeing in nearly three hundred sixty she was seeing in , she wasn't able to see her own tenketsus anymore she was able to the inner gates.

The Tenseigan, the "Reincarnation Eye," had finally, impossibly, awakened, with her new abilities she had fought and fought but the dormant shinju didn't fight back it was already making a new fruit she could feel it could and see it.

Who knows where Jura the incarnation of tentails was.

The ability was different from what Toneri had shown it - she could feel there were other abilities in her eyes.

One of them was the unique ability she had dubbed Magu.

Her ability was to rewind and fast forward while fast forwarding she could see the outcome via forwarding her eyes only.

They succeeded too—briefly

But it was a hollow victory. A lantern lit in an empty world.

For months, she wandered, the echoes of the people who were gone. She could see the massive, dormant roots of the Shinju stretching across the continent. She was powerful and utterly powerless. The loneliness was a physical ache, a cold that the Tenseigan's warmth could not chase away.

Then, an idea, born of equal parts genius and despair, took root. The Flying Thunder God Technique. A seal that connected two points in space through the user's chakra.

If she could perceive time, could she not use her own chakra as the teleporting just from another time?

With that she took off she thought about it all where would she wanted to start off again. What would be the consiquces of her actions she moved and she was there.

At the place where the academy used to be the old one before pain destroyed it.

She look at the sky where their was was. Pain had duged the whole village and shinjus had done it even worse.

She flew up using the basic reverse of tree walking and pretended to sit in the air exactly where she would have sat if the old build was till there in theory this should make it cost less chakra.

With a mutter of "Magu : flying thunder god" she poured all of her chakra in it

Using the last of her strength, focusing the power of the Tenseigan into a single point, she carved a complex array into air with her chakra. It was a desperate, impossible equation, a prayer etched in black.

With a final, shuddering breath, she poured her very soul into the seal. There was a blinding flash of purple light, a sensation of being pulled inside out, and then…

Nothing.

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What do you think?