Naruto : Infinite Buff!

The rain fell in sheets, steady and unforgiving, like the ticking of a clock counting down to somethin inevitable. Beneath the thick canopy, Torune and Fu stayed in the shadows, barely making a sound. Their focus was absolute, eyes locked on the scene below.

"Look at them," Fu murmured, his voice quiet but full of dark amusement. "They're cracking just like we expected."

Torune didn't flinch, his mind already running through the analysis. "Amatsu's control over his chakra is impressive. His tactics are efficient. Ruthless."

Fu let out a low chuckle, eyes never leaving the fight. "He's not just overpowering them. He's breaking them mentally, too. It's... almost poetic."

Torune's expression didn't change, but his thoughts was racing. "Danzo-sama will want to know. Psychological tactics like this are valuable. But we can't ignore the danger if he goes rogue."

Fu's grin widened. "Or if he becomes a liability. Danzo doesn't like unpredictability."

They both fell into a brief silence, the weight of the situation hanging between them. They both understood the risks.

"We stay objective," Torune said, his voice as steady as ever. "Our job is to observe and report, nothing more."

Fu's eyes lit up with a mix of excitement and amusement. "But imagine the chaos if we had to step in. It could get interesting."

Torune's expression remained unchanged. "We are her not for that, gather info only..."

Amatsu continued his methodical destruction, his strikes precise, each one landing with brutal efficiency. The sounds of the battle was sharp, punctuated by the steady rhythm of the rain.

"He's a master," Fu whispered. "It's not just a fight—he's dismantling them, piece by piece."

Torune nodded, his mind already processing the data. "His methods could be valuable to ROOT. We need to document everything."

The battle finally slowed, and Amatsu stood over his fallen opponents, a solitary figure in the storm. His power was overwhelming, like an unstoppable force, indifferent to the destruction in its wake.

"We move," Torune said, breaking the stillness. "We report to Danzo."

Fu, clearly intrigued, shot him a look. "You think Danzo's going to want to recruit him?"

"Possibly," Torune replied, his voice measured. "But we need to stay cautious. Someone with his potential could be just as much of a risk as an asset."

Fu's grin didn't fade. "Think of the power he could bring us."

"Potential doesn't equal loyalty," Torune countered, his eyes narrowing. "We need to keep him under close watch."

They moved into the rain, the storm drenching them as they slipped back into the shadows. In ROOT, weakness wasn't tolerated. Failure had no place in their world. And out there, the world kept moving, indifferent and unforgiving.

---

In the dimly lit room beneath Amegakure, the air heavy with silence, Torune and Fu stood before Danzo, their report already laid out before him. The walls seemed to close in around them, the weight of their words settling into the shadows.

Danzo's sharp eyes traced their every movement, his fingers steepled beneath his chin as he processed the information. Amatsu. The name felt different now, heavy with new implications.

He had seen the boy once before. Back then, Amatsu had only seemed to possess great potential—raw, untamed power. But now... now, his growth was impossible to ignore. A rapid ascent, dangerous in its unpredictability.

Danzo's thoughts churned. Too dangerous. His strength has exceeded expectations. The boy's rise was an anomaly, the kind of thing that could shatter plans before they even took shape.

But there was more. Amatsu was an orphan from Amegakure, not Konoha. That fact, insignificant at first glance, carried weight. A loose thread in a web of alliances that Danzo could not afford to let unravel. If the boy were to die in some unfortunate accident, it would raise too many questions. Hanzo, too, would question it. And that—that—was a complication Danzo didn't need.

The room was suffocating. But Danzo's mind was already several steps ahead. He had already planned for this. Already set the pieces in motion. The death of those three jonin in the forest—it wasn't an accident. He had arranged it. Hanzo wouldn't know; no one would.

It was a clean plan. A subtle one. But the risk... the potential of Amatsu? It couldn't be allowed to grow unchecked.

Danzo finally spoke, his voice low and calculating, a hint of finality in it. "You did well in observing. But understand this—Amatsu is a threat. His power needs to be... curbed. If he continues on this path, he will be hard to control. We must act before it's too late."

Torune and Fu exchanged a glance, their own understanding clear. They had anticipated this outcome. The question now was how far Danzo was willing to go to neutralize a potential threat before it became a true force to reckon with.

Fu inclined his head slightly, a hint of curiosity sparking in his eyes. "So Danzo-Sama, you don't think he'll be useful to ROOT?"

Danzo's lips curled into a thin smile, but there was no warmth in it. "Yes"

He was too volatile. Too dangerous. He was a risk, one that needed to be eliminated before it could become something far worse.

Then.

"Amatsu killed three of Amegakure's jonin," Danzo said, his voice low but sharp. He knew this lie would work. It had to. "They were sent to deliver supplies to the forest, a simple task. He killed them, no hesitation, in cold blood."

Torune and Fu exchanged a glance, the weight of their orders sinking in. They understood the gravity of what Danzo was implying. They also knew there would be no room for failure in this. Amatsu must die, and Hanzo would need to believe it was his own decision.

"Send the information to Hanzo," Danzo continued, his tone flat. "Tell him Amatsu killed his men to avoid the test. Hanzo will act swiftly. His pride will be his downfall."

Fu nodded, a small smirk pulling at his lips. "Understood, Danzo-sama. We'll ensure he believes it."

Torune, ever the calm one, added, "We'll make sure Hanzo acts without hesitation."

Danzo's gaze hardened. "Failure is not an option. Hanzo must think this is his decision. If he moves on Amatsu, Konoha will be free of the threat of amegakure."

As they left, Danzo's mind was already moving ahead, plotting the next steps. Hanzo would fall for this. He had no choice. The moment he received the scroll, Amatsu's fate would be sealed.

It's already dont, his mind cold and calculating as he continued orchestrating the game from behind the shadows. This is for Konoha. Every sacrifice, every loss... it will be worth it.

With that, the conversation was over. As Torune and Fu withdrew into the shadows, the storm outside seemed to intensify, as if mirroring the turmoil brewing within the walls of ROOT. Danzo, ever calculating, was already working out the next move in his mind.

Amatsu, whether he realized it or not, had just become the center of a deadly game.

Torune and Fu moved swiftly, shadows to shadows, blending with the rain-soaked night. Their mission was clear: deliver the information, and do it without hesitation. Danzo-sama had given them the order. Failure was never an option.

The scroll containing the fabricated story about Amatsu—how he'd killed the three jonin sent to deliver supplies to the forest to avoid a test—was a well-crafted lie. But it would work. Hanzo's pride would demand action, and Danzo knew it. If Hanzo believed the boy's death would maintain control and respect, he would act swiftly.

In the farthest reaches of Amegakure, Hanzo stood on a cliffside, his eyes narrowed as he watched the chaos. The downpour blotted out much of the battlefield, but his sharp eyes could still pick out the flickers of movement, the flashes of power. Interesting, he mused. .

His thoughts were interrupted by a subtle shift in the air—a ripple of movement from behind him. He spun, hands instinctively reaching for his weapon, ready to strike. But two figures emerged from the mist, stepping from the shadows with a quiet confidence that made his eyes narrow further.

Torune and Fu. ROOT, Hanzo realized instantly. They moved with purpose, as always.

"Danzo-sama sent us," Fu spoke first, his voice steady, betraying no emotion. He extended a scroll, the wax seal unmistakable—Danzo's mark.

Hanzo took the scroll, his sharp gaze locked on them for a moment longer before he tore it open. His eyes scanned the contents, his jaw tightening with every line he read. The lie was clean, the details precise—too precise.

It didn't take long for Hanzo's anger to rise, his hand tightening on the scroll. Without a second thought, he spat the words, his voice seething with fury,

"Bastard!!!!"

The decision was immediate. No hesitation. Hanzo didn't need time to deliberate—his pride, his need to maintain control, demanded it. "Kill him," he ordered, the words cold and final. "He must die."

Fu and Torune didn't flinch. They had done their part, and Hanzo had already fallen into the trap. The pieces were moving exactly as Danzo had planned.

---

The rain fell without mercy, each drop a steady drumbeat, relentless in its rhythm. The forest, shrouded in darkness, was a quiet battlefield, save for the occasional flash of thunder. The air, heavy with the scent of earth and dampness, seemed to close in around him.

Amatsu stood motionless. His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the treeline. Something was wrong. Something was coming. He couldn't explain it—he didn't need to. Instinct was all that mattered. Survival. The world didn't care if he understood it or not. Danger didn't wait for understanding.

Every fiber of his being was taut, senses alert. The quiet of the forest wasn't normal. It felt like the calm before a storm, the oppressive silence of a predator waiting to strike. His body was already prepared, his mind calculating the threat with precision.

Instinct. Everyone has it. Everyone can feel it. The weak, the foolish—those who ignored their instincts were prey. The world, indifferent, simply moved on. But when it came for you, you would know.

His grip tightened on his weapon, though he hadn't moved. A shadow. The faintest shift in the wind. It was coming. The subtle change in the air, the shift in the weight of the world. The ticking of the rain against the leaves was no longer just a sound. It was a countdown.

What was it? He couldn't say. But he knew it was there. Fate had a way of letting you feel its presence, a gnawing certainty in the pit of your stomach. Whatever came next would be swift. Brutal. No mercy.

Survival was all that mattered.

The trees, the rain, the battlefield—all of it faded. The hunt was on. And Amatsu would be the hunter or the hunted. No middle ground. His mind was already at work, calculating. Assessing. Moving.

The world was indifferent, always indifferent. The rain would wash away everything. The battle. The blood. It would all fade into nothing. But survival? Survival had a price. And he had already paid it.

"Higanbana."

She understood and follow Amatsu.

Moved.

---

Far away in Amegakure under small roof.

The fire crackled softly, its golden light flickering across the small, wooden walls of their little home. The scent of roasted fish filled the room, thick and comforting, mingling with the earthy aroma of the rain that had passed earlier.

Around the fire, the sound of laughter bubbled up—warm, light, and easy. The tension of the outside world seemed so far away in this moment, as if time itself had paused just for them.

"Jiraiya Sensei," Yahiko began, his grin wide and mischievous, "you promised us a big fish this time, didn't you?"

Jiraiya leaned back against the wall, his eyes sparkling with that usual playful arrogance. He wiped his hands on his pants before tossing the bone of his fish into the fire. "Oh, I caught a big fish, alright," he said, drawing the words out with dramatic flair. "Just not big enough for you, huh?"

Konan laughed softly, her voice like the rustle of leaves in the breeze. "You've been saying you'll catch something bigger for years, Sensei. When should we start believing you?"

Jiraiya chuckled, shaking his head. "You'll see. Next time, I'll catch one so big, you'll think it's a sea monster!!!"

Yahiko scoffed, tossing a playful glance at Konan. "That's what he always says. 'Next time'—but when is next time, Sensei??!"

"Patience, Yahiko," Jiraiya replied, leaning forward with a smirk. "Greatness can't be rushed. You have to let the fish come to you.buahahahhaa"

Konan raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on her lips. "So, we're just supposed to wait for the fish to jump into your hands, Jiraiya Sensei?"

"Exactly!" Jiraiya said, pointing at her with exaggerated enthusiasm. "You've got to believe in your inner fisherman."

Yahiko threw his head back, laughing loudly. "Pffff, you've got way too much confidence for someone who couldn't catch a fish that was already swimming right infrotn of you."

Jiraiya looked mock-offended. "Hey! That was one time, alright? And it wasn't my fault the river was too slippery. That's just poor luck."

Konan's laughter filled the space, soft and melodic, as she nudged Yahiko. "You should give him some credit. After all, it's your fault he didn't catch anything bigger. You distracted him yahiko."

"I distracted him? really?" Yahiko shot back, feigning outrage. "I didn't do anything! He's just too slow!"

Jiraiya chuckled, his voice warm with affection for the two of them. "You know," he said, his tone turning a little more thoughtful, "when I first started out, I didn't know much about fishing either. But you learn. You need to adapt."

Yahiko smirked, elbowing Konan lightly. "Maybe that's why he is our sensei" 

"He makes everything sound like it's part of some big lesson."

Konan smiled, her voice softening. "You make us believe we can do anything,Jiraiya Sensei. Even about catching the biggest fish."

The words, simple and sincere, hit Jiraiya differently than the teasing had. He paused, his grin fading for a moment, replaced by something deeper, something that matched the warmth of the fire before them.

"Well," Jiraiya said, his tone growing more serious, "I want you all to believe you can do everything you set your mind to. That's what it takes. Not just fishing, but anything. If you don't believe in yourselves... then what's the point, right?"

Yahiko nodded, his usual sarcasm replaced by a rare sincerity. "You're right, Sensei."

Konan's smile grew, though she kept it small. "i always belive in you. We trust you."

Jiraiya grinned again, his usual spark returning. "Good. Because I'm counting on you, i belive you guys will acieve greatness one day"

For a long moment, they sat in companionable silence, the crackle of the fire the only sound, and the warmth from it, from each other, filling the space between them. Outside the small house, the world could wait. Inside, they were more than just a group—they were a family. And for tonight, that was enough.

"So, Sensei," Yahiko said after a while, nudging Jiraiya again, "when are we going fishing again? I've got a feeling you'll catch that monster fish this time."

Jiraiya grinned. "You bet I will. And when I do, you'll all be calling me 'Lord of the Seas'."

Konan rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the smile tugging at her lips. "You have to catch it first."

"I will," Jiraiya said, lifting a finger as if to make a point. "Just wait. I'll catch it—and teach you how to fish like a real master."

Yahiko raised an eyebrow. "You? Teach us?"

Jiraiya leaned forward, his voice playful. "I'm you Sensei for a reason, kid. hahahahaha"

hahahahahahha

They all laughed, the sound filling the room like music. The fire crackled, the warmth wrapping around them like a blanket, and for this brief, perfect moment, there was no war, no struggle—just family, food, and the promise of a tomorrow full of new adventures.

---

Each walks their own path, blind to what lies ahead. One moves with precision, calculating, eyes set on the inevitable. The other laughs, a fleeting joy unaware of the cold breath of death on their neck.

No one knows the future waiting for them. Each believes in their own truth. Each plans, a fragile illusion of control, unaware that fate is already writing their end.

The rain falls, indifferent, as they move through the storm. The hunter and the hunted, bound by the same force, yet blind to each other. Time will show which step was the last.

Everything lay under one word...

SURVIVAL!

{A/N: The first arc of Amatsu's journey ends here. The road he walks is long, and this chapter is but a small stone on the path.

I trust you have found something in these words worth your time.

I must now pause. My vision falters—my glasses, set at minus 7, can no longer guide me as they once did. I will return in a few days, when clearer sight permits me to continue.

If this journey has resonated with you, I welcome your thoughts. Leave your reviews, your reflections. If there are faults, if something needs to be sharpened, speak in comments. The path is forged by each step, and I need your insight to better mine.

Thank you for your patience. Until we meet again, the journey does not end—it merely rests, for now..}