Naruto: Becoming Sasuke's biological sister at the beginning

Dusk

The setting sun shines through the gaps between the leaves of the Hidden Leaf Village, dappling on Naruto's face.

But today, even the sun can't dispel the haze in his heart.

Naruto walks on the streets of the village, the hustle and bustle around him seems to have nothing to do with him, his thoughts return to the days of training with Jiraiya.

But now, everything is in the past. Naruto feels like his heart is cut by a sharp blade, and it hurts so much that he can't breathe.

How he hopes this is just a bad joke, how he hopes to hear Jiraiya's familiar voice in the next second, telling him that this is just a training, a training to test his will.

But the reality is cruel, and no miracle happens.

Jiraiya's kind smile to him will never appear in this world again, and those warm memories have become a tormenting pain.

Naruto walked on the streets of Konoha with empty eyes, walking aimlessly, and a breeze blew, carrying countless leaves towards the sky.

On the streets of Konoha, there are many places where he and Jiraiya have memories. He always smiles at him. Although he likes to peek into the women's bathhouse and is not serious, Jiraiya is still a very remarkable ninja in Naruto's heart.

However, at this moment, the kind smile in his memory has been forever frozen in the past.

Naruto sat on the telephone pole where he once stood, looking at the Hokage Rock, his heart was empty.

His best friend Hanako defected from Konoha, and there was no news about Sasuke, whom he desperately pursued.

Now he learned about the death of his master Jiraiya, and at the last moment, he also knew that Jiraiya died in front of Hanako.

This powerless and sad feeling of emptiness intertwined with Naruto. He thought quietly for a long time, all of which were memories of the past few years.

He looked at his clothes and recalled the memory of Jiraiya personally taking him to buy clothes.

"This dress is so handsome!"

Jiraiya patted Naruto on the back: "Oh? Is this what they call clothes make the man?!"

Naruto jumped off the pole and pulled up the dress on his body again.

"Hey, Naruto!" Iruka's voice came.

Naruto looked at Iruka's smile, but he couldn't smile at all.

"You seem to have performed well in the mission, do you want to talk after a long time?"

"Do you want to go to Ichiraku Ramen?" Iruka invited with a smile.

Naruto lowered his head and said only one sentence: "Forget it..."

Iruka looked at Naruto and himself with a worried look.

......

Hokage's office.

After Tsunade handed the task of the secret code to Shikamaru and Sakura, she also left the Hokage's office.

This strong woman walked on the corridor, her mind full of bits and pieces with Jiraiya.

Finally, this strong woman, Tsunade, the fifth Hokage and one of the three legendary ninjas, collapsed against the wall, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She won the bet with Jiraiya. She always lost in every bet, but she really won the bet she least wanted to win.

Tsunade gritted her teeth and felt her tears.

"Asshole..."

"How could you..."

Her body collapsed from leaning against the wall to the ground. Tsunade had never felt so powerless. Now that she was a Hokage, she could no longer cry as heart-wrenchingly as she did when she was young and learned of the death of Dan and Nawaki.

In Naruto's house, the soaked cup noodles were untouched. He sat on the bed, lowered his head, and collapsed weakly, feeling the ticking of the clock. He finally understood the pain of losing an important person.

Hanane was also suffering from the pain that was enough to push a person down, just like herself.

Jiraiya died in front of Hanane. She must have hated her powerlessness, just like herself now.

Thinking so, Naruto opened the door and left home.

He bought a popsicle that he had eaten with Jiraiya and Hanane from a 24-hour store.

The night in the park was gently illuminated by street lamps, and moths were dancing under each lampshade.

They surrounded the light source and rushed towards the warm light regardless of everything, as if pursuing some unattainable dream.

Naruto sat on a bench, holding a popsicle that had begun to melt in his hand. He watched all this quietly, but his heart was surging.

Naruto's tears burst out, and no one could break the popsicle in his hand for him anymore.

Naruto's tears

Naruto's face looked extremely pale in the night, and his eyes reflected the light of the street lamp and the shadow of the moth, but more of a deep loneliness and helplessness.

Tears slowly slid down my cheeks and dripped onto the popsicle that had become sticky.He didn't cry, didn't sob, only tears kept flowing, revealing the pain deep in his heart.

Everything around seemed so quiet, these sounds echoed in Naruto's ears, but they seemed to come from another world.

His heart was filled with an unspeakable loss and emptiness, and that feeling was like being forgotten in this dimly lit night.

At this moment, a familiar voice came.

"Naruto..." Iruka came over and sat next to Naruto.

"I have heard about Jiraiya-sama..."

Naruto, who had not spoken for nearly a day, finally spoke: "I hope he can keep looking at me..."

"I obviously want him to see the moment when I become Hokage."

"I can't let the lecherous sage keep seeing my shameful side."

"I..."

Iruka interrupted Naruto's words and said heavily.

"Jiraiya-sama always praises you."

"He said you and Kanon were like his grandchildren, and he was always very proud to talk about you and her, even though Kanon had defected."

"He always believed that you were the one who inherited his will."

"He had no doubt that you would become an outstanding Hokage one day."

"Jiraiya-sama, he was always watching you."

"Now he is watching you somewhere."

"That person would not praise you if he saw you depressed."

"So, just like before."

As he said that, Iruka stood up and squatted beside Naruto.

"Just be someone he can always praise."

He took Naruto's popsicle, broke the gradually melting popsicle apart, and imitated what Jiraiya did before.

"Because you are one of the three ninjas, Jiraiya also admitted..."

"Excellent disciple!"

Iruka gave the extra part of the popsicle to Naruto, and Naruto finally smiled, and he took the popsicle.

"Thank you, Iruka-sensei."

......

In the destroyed Otogakure.

Hana was still collapsing.

She was drowning in a nightmare, which cruelly tore at her heart.

She lay in the center of the flower field, which had become scorched earth, holding Kidomaru's severed hands, curled up in the ruins, trembling.

The sky was full of dark clouds, and thunder rumbled, as if foreshadowing the coming of the end of the world.

In the dream, the once warm smiles that Hana saw had now become distorted and strange, and their eyes were full of indifference and alienation.

She wanted to get closer, but found that she could not move, and could only watch these people who were once the closest to her go farther and farther.

Hana felt a strong panic and tried to break free of this dream, but the shackles of the nightmare bound her tightly, making it impossible for Hana to escape.

Her heart was filled with fear and despair, and every breath seemed to be devouring fire.

Finally, the dream began to collapse, and she woke up from that horrible world.

Hana opened her eyes. The rain in the sky was still dripping. The ruins and smoke around her were still there.

But the last ray of light in Hana's eyes was also swallowed up.

Endless despair surged from her heart. Looking at the broken arm in her arms that had begun to rot, Hana sat up.

She looked around. Everything around her was familiar and strange to her.

It was clearly the place before, but it became a ruin.

As if she had lost her memory, Hana felt a sharp pain in her head at this moment.

Finally, she came back to her senses. Blood and tears flowed from her extremely desperate and empty eyes. Her expression became hideous, and an unparalleled hatred filled her body.

"Hana... are you awake?" Xiaonin's words came from her inner world.

"No... not awake yet, she is dead." Hana said, and lifted her wet hair behind her.

The fox mask was still beside her, but Hana was no longer wearing twin ponytails at this moment.

Hanayon put the mask back on her head, and the Mangekyō Sharingan in her eyes kept turning.

"Your eyes are blurry now, even though your pupil power has recovered, I suggest you transplant the Eternal Mangekyō."

"Let's talk about this later!"

"I have more important things to do now."

"What is it?" Shinobu wondered.

"Shinobu, don't you understand yet?!" Hanayon almost screamed.

"Of course I understand, but..."

"No buts!"

"What on earth was I doing in the past!" Lightning struck in the sky, illuminating the night sky.

Now Hanayon just wants the world to feel her pain!On this stormy night, Hana looked up and smiled wildly at the sky.

"I'm going to kill all those bastards without leaving a single one!"

"I want them to be reduced to ashes!"

Hana roared, and the Susanoo on her body continued to emerge.

A rose-colored Susanoo of several hundred meters emerged, and under the interweaving of thunder and lightning, it looked more like blood.

That's right, at this moment, in the extreme despair and pain of Hana, her Susanoo became a complete form.