Naruto: Seishin – The Bond That Binds

The years had passed like invisible blades, silently shaping the child no one had ever wanted to love.

Twelve winters.

Twelve years of indifference, mistrust, and loneliness.

And yet, Naruto Uzumaki…

was still here.

Standing tall.

Even smiling —

At least, on the outside.

✦ The Day Before

The day before the final exam, the sky was painted in a deep, saturated gray.

The rain fell like a silent mourning.

Naruto sat alone beneath the back awning of the Academy.

His feet soaked in a puddle. He didn't move.

He didn't flee the rain. He confided in it.

The door opened behind him.

— "You're not even trying to stay dry?" Iruka asked gently.

Naruto didn't answer. Not right away.

— "In the rain, they can't see when you cry."

Iruka stood still, struck by the words.

Then, quietly, he sat beside him.

Saying nothing.

Not pressing. Just there.

A fragile silence settled between them —

tight like a thread that might break if pulled too hard.

— "You know the final exam is tomorrow," Iruka said softly.

— "Mm."

— "Would you… like to go together?"

Naruto let out a short, dry laugh.

— "Still pretending to believe in me? Or just pretending not to see what I really am?"

Iruka looked down.

Naruto turned to him.

His eyes had nothing of a child's innocence.

— "You know, don't you? What's inside me."

— "Yes. I do."

— "And even knowing that… you still invite me to walk beside you?"

Iruka looked him straight in the eye.

— "Because I've seen you, Naruto. Not as a demon. Not just as a student. But as… a human being. Broken. But still standing."

Naruto closed his eyes.

And murmured:

— "You know I could reject you."

— "I know."

— "I could hurt you."

— "I know."

Naruto clenched his fists. His voice cracked.

— "But I'm tired of being alone."

Iruka didn't reply.

He simply extended his hand.

Naruto stared at it. For a long moment.

Then… he took it.

Not firmly. Not like an ally.

But like someone who, for the first time, was willing to be seen.

— "Come with me then, sensei. Just tomorrow. After that… we'll see."

And in that night of water and mud,

loneliness took a step back.

---

✦ That Night

Naruto wandered alone into the forest.

But this time… he wasn't entirely alone.

Seated cross-legged, shirtless in the rain,

he closed his eyes and placed his hands on the ground.

The earth pulsed beneath his fingers.

A familiar vibration. Deep.

Then—

a sprout emerged.

Thin. Green.

Then another. And another.

Roots slithered in a sacred circle, like ancient spirits surrounding their host.

Mokuton.

A power he had never shown.

Not even to the System.

Because this one… came from within.

From a silent cry of belonging.

> I am the child of abandonment. And yet… the forest answers my pain.

A whisper pierced the mist.

— "You carry my flesh… and my will."

A figure appeared.

Tall. Majestic.

A man whose gaze contained entire forests.

— "Hashirama…"

— "You are not me. But you carry the shadow of what I once was. Alone. Proud. Determined."

— "I don't need guidance."

— "Maybe not. But even trees grow stronger… when they're not alone."

Naruto said nothing.

The figure vanished with the rain.

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✦ The Next Day

The exam hall buzzed with nervous whispers.

Naruto entered.

His step was calm. Controlled.

His headband still tucked in his pocket.

When his name was called, he stepped forward.

Iruka and Mizuki watched from the podium.

— "Naruto Uzumaki. Final exam: Bunshin no Jutsu."

Naruto closed his eyes.

His hands rose.

Seals: Ram. Snake. Tiger.

— Fwop —

Three clones.

Perfect. Stable. Alive.

The room froze.

Iruka smiled, slowly. His eyes glistening.

Mizuki paled.

Naruto stepped forward, hand outstretched:

— "Well? Do I pass or not?"

Iruka descended slowly. He placed the headband in his student's palm.

— "You passed."

Naruto took it. Firmly.

Then…

looked up at Iruka.

— "Thanks for coming yesterday."

Iruka simply replied:

— "Thank you for letting me stay."

---

The headband was still warm in his hand.

Around him, whispers hung in the air like arrows frozen in flight. Mizuki had stepped back, his harsh gaze swallowed by confusion. The other students… stared at him. Not with scorn this time. But with a kind of raw surprise. An absence of certainty.

He was no longer "the blonde failure."

He was a mystery.

Naruto stood there.

Alone, in the center of the room.

Unmoving.

He didn't look for his seat.

He didn't return to the back.

He didn't search for eyes to meet.

He lifted the headband to his forehead.

Then lowered his gaze to his own hand.

And whispered, only to himself:

— "It's just a piece of cloth. But today… it wasn't given to me. I took it."

He tied it. Slowly. Deliberately.

Not as a warrior.

Not as a symbol.

But as a boy… who finally had something he could call his own.

Iruka, back at his spot on the platform, watched silently.

He saw something shift in Naruto's shoulders.

Not pride.

Not arrogance.

Just… peace. Fleeting. Fragile.

Like a morning without rain.

Naruto walked toward the back of the room.

But this time, he didn't press against the wall.

He sat in the center.

In an empty seat.

He placed his hands on the desk.

Closed his eyes.

And breathed.

Calmly.

The classroom murmurs resumed, little by little.

Like a stream hesitating after a landslide.

But no one ignored him anymore.

Not accepted.

Not yet.

But seen.

Finally… seen.

---

Naruto opened his eyes.

His gaze met Iruka's for a brief moment.

And in that simple exchange, there was no teacher.

No student.

Just two human beings… who had each, in their own way, chosen to stop running.