Naruto folds his arms.
“We won’t let Yuta fight that much.”
Sasuke glances sideways.
“You actually think you can control your son?”
Rock Lee nods sharply.
“Naruto… you were the first one to jump into war. Don’t forget.”
Naruto blushes, flustered.
“B-But he’s still 14!”
Chōji shrugs.
“Kakashi. Itachi. Obito.
All 14 once.
They did worse.”
Naruto freezes.
Ahead, Yuta grips a monstrous weight forged by Rock Lee — dense iron reinforced with chakra.
Naruto panics and dashes forward.
“HEY! Don’t lift that! What will I tell Hinata if you get hurt?! She’ll kill me!”
THUD.
Ino smacks Naruto’s head.
“UNDERSTAND YOUR SON, DUMBOOOO!”
Yuta lifts the weight anyway.
Muscles tremble.
Eyes steady.
“I’m Yuta Uzumaki.
I’ll make sure your name isn’t ruined.”
Naruto goes silent.
For the first time — he sees it.
That stubborn fire.
It wasn’t borrowed.
It was inherited. ??
Inside the clan compound, sirens echo faintly.
Hinata and Hanabi organize children toward underground bunkers.
Calm. Precise.
Himawari looks up.
“Mama… aren’t you scared? Big bro went to war…”
Hinata smiles faintly.
“Your father was born dumb.
He would’ve run off too at 14.”
Hanabi smirks.
“Run off? He’d jump in even if he had to hide first.”
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The women of the Leaf don’t tremble.
They prepare.
Hours earlier.
Hatake household.
Kakashi adjusts his gloves.
“First rule of the Leaf:
Never duck a fade.”
“Second rule:
Get your get-back.”
“Third rule:
Show the world we are the ones who killed.”
Sumire blinks.
“Dad… why aren’t we in the bunker?”
Kakashi kneels, pats her head.
Voice lowers.
“Because I’ll kill anything that touches you wrong.”
A quiet promise.
Ino rushes in.
“Sensei. You’ve been called as Hatake clan representative. Naruto ordered it.”
Kakashi pauses.
“Me too?”
“Yes.”
He stands.
“My student needs me. I’m coming.”
Before leaving, he whispers to Sumire:
“Say my name.
I’ll teleport straight in front of you.”
Sumire smiles, reassured.
Boruto teleports in, sweating.
Kimiko notices first.
Aira tilts her head.
“Aww… someone’s scared?”
She checks her screen — Kakashi’s message replaying.
“Ohhh. Got scared by your father-in-law?”
Higarashi laughs, ancient and amused.
“Even as old king of ōtsutsuki…
I like this Kakashi.
He made my student nervous.”
Boruto scowls.
He isn’t scared.
He’s calculating.
But they won’t let him live it down.
As civilians evacuate, the commanders split.
East:
- Naruto
- Yuta
West:
- Rock Lee
- Sasuke
- Kakashi
North:
- Shino
South:
- Shikamaru
- Chōji
- Ino
No hesitation.
No retreat.
Four directions.
One Leaf.
In the black marble hall, Mahito smiles.
“Well, my kings of the clan…
Go after the three teams.”
Lucent bows slightly.
“And you, sir?”
Mahito flexes his fingers.
Skin ripples like liquid sugar.
“With my sugar-body ability… I can take one alone.”
Daigo grins.
“Yeahhh. Shino’s trash. Kill him fast, sir.”
Mahito laughs softly.
Cold.
Unbothered.
The clan disperses into shadow.
The sky splits with chakra currents.
Four Leaf divisions advance.
Enemies move like poison through darkness.
Fathers struggle to let go.
Sons refuse to step back.
Mothers prepare without tears.
War doesn’t ask for age.
It asks for resolve.
And tonight—
The next generation answers. ??