Given Enough Time
By: BukkakeNoJutsu
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Disclaimer: Naruto is not
mine, which is why I write in my spare time for free.
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During his two and a half
year training trip with Jiraiya the Toad Hermit, Uzumaki Naruto loudly
questioned his sensei’s teaching methods numerous times.
The older ninja’s preferred
method of teaching mostly involved showing the blonde teenager the basics of
whatever discipline he chose to impart, after which he would promptly disappear
with the boy’s wallet, and then pursue his vices of both alcohol and women.
After sleeping off his
night of debauchery and the ensuing hangover, the white-haired man would check
on the boy’s largely creative, and occasionally brilliant developments.
Such was the life of the
semi-famous poon-hound, and his spunky sidekick.
There was only one single
exception to the rule.
When it came to fuinjutsu
or the art of making seals, Jiraiya was an uncharacteristically harsh taskmaster.
It seemed as if for all the times that Jiraiya left Naruto to his own devices,
he was trying to make up for with his instruction of sealcraft.
One day when even Naruto
had gotten sick of the pressure and the attention, he paused in
mid-brushstroke, snapping his brush in a tightened grip and berated his sensei.
“Why the hell are we
spending so much time on this, Ero-Sennin? I can’t fight Sasuke or the Akatsuki
with ink and paper. Teach me some ninjutsu already!”
Jiraiya whapped the back of
his mouthy student’s head.
“ You goddamn fool. What do
you think made the Yondaime legendary? Fuinjutsu. What do you think saved our
village from complete destruction at the hands of the Kyuubi, and later
Orochimaru? Fuinjutsu.”
The older man sighed,
rubbing at his face in tiredness.
“I know this shit is
tedious and demanding, but, one day, it could mean the difference between life
and death for you and your precious people. Just remember one thing, brat. If
given enough time, you just might be able to manage the impossible with seals.”
Humbled once again, Naruto
continued to learn without complaint afterwards, gaining a basic proficiency
with seals, but not really excelling. The sheer concentration needed, the
careful prepwork, and slowness and stillness of the art were not that well
suited to the blonde’s temperament.
Still, Naruto made some
strides and had even managed to surprise Jiraiya, by once sealing a perfect
textbook example of a rasengan into an ordinary piece of paper, making an
A-ranked variant of a normal explosive tag.
When Naruto had returned to Konohagakure, his studies in fuinjutsu were sent
to the wayside as he focused on completing the rasengan.
For all his hard work, the Fuuton: Rasenshuriken was an extremely deadly and
dangerous, albeit imperfect, weapon to wield. The technique had proven itself
in battle and had taken out an Akatsuki member with single shot, but the
instability of the jutsu took an exacting toll, crippling Naruto’s right arm
for weeks afterwards. Uzumaki Naruto sought to improve his technique like a man
possessed.
Despite his fondness for flashy ninjutsu, Naruto was once again reminded of
the effectiveness of fuinjutsu when Jiraiya had later managed the impossible.
The crafty sage successfully fended off two Akatsuki members at the same time,
a pierced man and an unnamed woman, to save the life of his apprentice who had
been taken out of commission by an insidious poisoning. The old man had
summoned some scrolls that Naruto had never seen before and permanently altered
the landscape with some hideously destructive jutsus..
Jiraiya pulled out all the stops, desperate enough to summon Gamabunta, and
even pulled out a single three-sided kunai bearing a seal tag that he used to
move faster than the blonde teenager had ever thought possible.
Jiraiya had managed to drive away the two vicious nins all the while
protecting his troublesome apprentice, but not without great cost.
When Naruto finally managed to regain some semblance of mobility, he hobbled
over to a wounded Jiraiya’s side.
The old man was bleeding profusely from a nasty-looking chest wound, and
fluttering in and out on the edge of consciousness.
Even though poisoned and bearing the older man’s weight, Uzumaki Naruto made
record time as he approached Konoha, screaming for the help of a medic-nin.
Things moved by in a flash for Naruto.
He could remember watching Tsunade desperately, and futilely try to prevent
the inevitable.
He could remember the white-haired man take his last shuddering breath.
He could remember the sobbing blonde Hokage kissing Jiraiya’s forehead,
admitting her feelings much too late.
He could remember Tsunade’s confession to Jiraiya being the most painful
thing to witness.
He could remember the world turning red…
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Naruto woke in a clearing in what had once been lush forest. Now, due to his
grief, it was now largely kindling.
Mercifully enough, he had been undisturbed during his berserk rage.
Words failed Uzumaki Naruto.
Akatsuki.
They hunted down jinchuuriki like animals.
They had killed Gaara, and Chiyo-obasan sacrificed her life to bring him
back.
They killed Asuma-sensei, and they harbored the man who had slaughtered
Sasuke’s entire family.
Family.
At this moment, Naruto understood Sasuke’s motivations perfectly.
Tsunade and Jiraiya were part of Naruto’s family.
They killed Jiraiya, and wounded the woman he considered his grandmother by
reopening old wounds.
No, Naruto would not merely kill the Akatsuki members.
He would annihilate any trace of them and their supporters off the face of
the fucking earth.
All he had to do was figure out how.
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The Hokage wisely confined Naruto to the village, knowing all too well that
the blonde would run off at any opportunity to take on the Akatsuki because of
Jiraiya’s death. She even extracted a promise from the genin, insuring that he
would not leave the village without her blessing.
Naruto sat in his apartment trying to work out the logistics of taking on a
group of S-rank missing nin, capable of taking down jinchuuriki like himself.
A single Akatsuki member like Uchiha Itachi, he could not take one-on-one.
Itachi was too proficient at genjutsu, and too skilled. He also had the
Mangekyo Sharingan on his side. Even with the ideal team, the best Naruto could
manage would be a standstill before the missing-nin would cut his losses and
escape as he always did.
Naruto didn’t want a team or a squad. The blonde haired teen needed an army
to insure that the bastards could not get away.
Naruto could create an army, but the kage bunshin technique would nearly be
useless against someone of Itachi’s caliber.
The only improvement Naruto made to the Kage Bunshin technique during his
training trip was that he could create a variant that, if he focused just
right, could create a clone capable of absorbing a few more hits. The only
other difference between the normal type and the variation of the kage bunshin
was that, upon dispelling, it would disappear with a flash of visible chakra
instead of a poof of smoke.
Naruto grabbed a small package containing items that belonged to the Toad
Hermit off his table and chucked at a wall in anger. The package broke open
revealing ink and brushes and paper, the tools the old pervert used to instruct
him in the art of seals.
Naruto froze in recognition, and then remembrance. He gingerly gathered up
tools he had inherited from Jiraiya.
Uzumaki Naruto stared at tools in his hands for a long time.
An absolutely crazy plan was starting to form in his head that he knew that
Jiraiya would approve of.
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It had taken Naruto over a solid month to stockpile all the necessary
supplies. Now his wallet gama-chan looked to be on the edge of starvation.
Uzumaki Naruto had thrown everything into his plan. He cashed in the bounty he
received for defeating Kakuzu, and had even accompanied the Hokage to a few
casinos to scrounge up the necessary funds.
Tsunade was the only person he revealed his entire plans to, causing her to
chuckle for a few good minutes at his audacity.
With a cheeky grin, Uzumaki Naruto stated, “What do you think, obachan?.”
Tsunade drew the genin into a hug with a sad smile.
“Jiraiya would definitely approve, brat.”
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In the Land of the Hidden Rain, the one-eyed leader of the Akatsuki was
almost giddy. Uzumaki Naruto had come alone, albeit with an army of kage
bunshin, to confront them.
He had long received reports of the hotheadedness of the kyuubi jinchuuriki,
but this was like a dream come true. The blonde’s actions were laughably
predictable.
Now, they would finally be able to see culmination of years of hard work.
The man in the orange swirl mask summoned all of the remaining Akatsuki
members to capture Uzumaki Naruto.
They would tear the nine-tailed fox from the boy’s body and claim its power
as their own,
After all, the boy couldn’t possibly hope to win against half a dozen of the
most dangerous shinobi alive.
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All they had to do was subdue the real jinchuuriki among the sea of clones,
and deal with the minor annoyance of his trademark technique.
All the data the Akatsuki members had gathered indicated that Uzumaki Naruto
was primarily a close-range frontline fighter. He would most assuredly be
controlling his clones and leading a futile attack.
It was such a foolish proposition and would amount to nothing but failure
and a tremendous waste of chakra.
The surviving members of the Akatsuki knew immediately something was
terribly wrong when one of them dispelled the first clone of Uzumaki.
Zetsu grabbed the first kage bunshin of many with summoned vines and
squeezed. The clone cried out in pain before dispelling.
It did not dispel with a poof of smoke, or simply a flash of light, but was
enveloped by a ball of fire 20 feet across, consuming the plant-like man as
well as few other nearby clones transforming them into similar balls of fire.
More kage bunshin descended upon the other five Akatsuki members, now
flinging kunai or jutsus.
A clone burst out of the ground at Tobi’s right side exploding, concussing,
and sending the masked man flying into another clone who quickly transformed
into a ball of fire.
The process repeated itself, until the Akatsuki leader, charred and missing
extremities, was latched upon by a clone who dispersed not into a ball of fire,
but into an unleashed fuuton: rasenshuriken, turning the mysterious man into
hash.
Hoshigaki Kisame found out Samehada, while adept at eating chakra, did
little to defend against an almost stupid amount of explosions.
Every time a clone would detonate, its brethren would gain that clone’s
memories so they coordinated with frightening ease.
The three remaining Akatsuki members were surrounded.
They had to find and kill the real Uzumaki Naruto to halt his attack,
long-term plans be damned.
More clones emerged from the ground.
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During the past few weeks, Naruto had spent a foolishly large amount of
money purchasing explosive tags anywhere he could find them. He called in
favors from the Kazekage, Hokage, and others to gather what supplies of ink,
paper, and soldier pills that he could.
Looking at Jiraiya’s old sealing tools gave him an idea. He went to an
unoccupied training ground and attached an explosive tag to his bunshin
variant. The flash of chakra it left behind was just enough to ignite the
explosive. The clone acted perfectly as a detonator.
He began to experiment.
Naruto had sealed a regular rasengan into a paper tag before so it was
simply a matter of trial and error before he also succeeded in sealing his
still imperfect version of a perfect rasengan.
Despite the usage of many clones, the process of sealing a futon:
rasenshuriken into a paper tag was a difficult and time-consuming, but it
negated the cumbersome amount of time needed to form and utilize the technique.
A clone could home in an enemy and then unleash its deadly payload instantly.
Naruto planned to use a mass of explosively armed bunshin to soften up his
enemies before annihilating any survivors with clones carrying futon:
rasenshuriken tags.
Back during his first chuunin exam, Uzumaki Naruto made over 2,000 normal
kage bunshin in his battle against Gaara. He would not start to skimp now.
The whiskered teen knew that he could not take on someone of Itachi’s
caliber single-handedly, and the prospects were still doubtful if he had a full
team to back him up.
He needed to cheat, and cheat badly.
S-rank or not, an army of smart giant-fiery-explosions-to-be were
disorienting and deadly, even more so with backed up by walking uber-rasengan
timebombs. To Naruto, there was now no such thing as overkill when it came to
protecting his precious people.
Uzumaki Naruto’s plan was unwieldy, crude, and required an ungodly amount of
money, chakra, and time…
…but at least it fucking worked.
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In Konohagakure far from
the current difficulties plaguing the last of the Akatsuki, Uzumaki Naruto was
in good spirits for the first time in weeks, and was enjoying a leisurely meal
at Ichiraku’s. Every now and then, he would cackle madly to himself as if
thinking of some hilarious inside joke.
The blond boy would simply
say ” Boom,” and then collapse into fits of laughter.
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As the story of the
Akatsuki Massacre circulated the elemental countries, the legend of Uzumaki
Naruto the One Man Army was born.
Once again, foreign shinobi
would flee at the sight of a certain young blonde man from Konoha, portrayed in
numerous bingo books as quite possibly the most lethal genin in history.
The late toad summoner
Jiraiya would certainly approve.
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The End
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