Naruto's First Move

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A splash of blood flew in the air as Hinata's screams echoed in the whole stadium.

Hinata desperately reached for her injured right eye, using her trembling hand to swiftly shield it from the gushing bloodstream. The relentless flow of blood showed no signs of abating, intensifying her fear and causing her to lose her balance. Collapsing onto the ground, she lay flat on her back. Tears cascaded down her cheeks from her left eye, and searing pain engulfed her entire being. The sensation was akin to her entire head being consumed by an inferno, each nerve, each sinew screaming in torment. Despite the excruciating anguish, Hinata found solace in the pressure applied by her trembling hand against the remnants of her once-intact right eye, silently praying for the pain to dissipate and the macabre scene to vanish. She let out another scream of pain as she crawled back; her left eye could hardly make the details of things in front of her; everything appeared fuzzy.

But Hinata's eye slowly focused on Temari, who was limping towards her. The kunai on her hand was dripping blood on the ground; fear gripped Hinata; she felt frozen. She wanted to scream for help, to scream for her mother to save her, for her father to save her, but the words died in her throat as another jolt of sharp pain shot through her body; her hand kept pressing against her wounded face, so tightly that Hinata felt like her hand was attached to her face.

"Yo-you truly are f-foolish, and t-to think you almost w-won—" Temari's words died in her throat as she suddenly collapsed on her knees, overwhelmed by an intense wave of pain that coursed through her abdomen. Hinata watched while Temari expelled a violent wave of blood from her mouth. The kunai slipped from Temari's trembling hand, unheeded, as her other hand instinctively gripped her stomach, attempting to alleviate the excruciating torment. The blood that escaped her lips had an unsettling appearance, its usual vibrant red hue replaced by an ominous dark shade, marring the ground with an eerie darkness.

Suddenly, Temari fell on her stomach, unmoving, for someone she appeared dead, but Hinata's left Byakugan could see that her heart was still beating, but her chakra system was all messed up; her left Byakugan suddenly turned bluish before turning back to normal white.

Suddenly, another jolt of pain shot through Hinata. She heard someone calling her name, but she couldn't tell who it was as darkness embraced her.

Kurenai

"Hinata!!" Kurenai cried out in distress when the Suna whore had delivered the attack; when Kurenai had heard Hinata's scream of pain, she had been frozen in place, her entire body had gone cold, but her hands had gripped the iron railings so hard, making them crack like ice under the pressure.

Once she regained her composure, Kurenai wasted no time. Jumping over the railings, she heard Asuma calling out her name, but she didn't stay to listen. Her girl was in danger, and she would never just stay put and allow her to die; Chunin Exams Rules be damned.

As soon as she landed on the arena, the Suna girl fell unconscious, and by the time Kurenai reached Hinata, she, too, fell unconscious.

"Hinata!" Kurenai cried out in sheer distress, her voice echoing with a mixture of panic and concern. Her trembling hands reached out and instinctively cradled Hinata's head in her lap, desperate to provide some semblance of comfort. With urgency flooding her being, Kurenai's voice rang out frantically, her cries echoing through the air as she pleaded for the medics to swiftly come and save Hinata's life.

Hinata looked hauntingly pale, her visage resembling freshly fallen snow. Her usually gentle countenance was now marred by a grisly wound, blood unabatedly trickling down her face. A macabre, crimson trail flowed from her eye, a gruesome path down to her jawline, while her once pristine attire took on a stark red hue. Hinata's trembling right hand, slick and crimson with fresh blood, ceaselessly dripped onto the ground below.

Kurenai looked down at her face again, and now that her wound wasn't covered by her hand, she could see it. She had seen and inflicted countless wounds on enemies and shinobi enemies for years; she had seen everything, and she had killed hundreds of people, but she still couldn't stop the gasp of horror from escaping her mouth; her hand covered her mouth as tears escaped her eyes, falling on Hinata's pale cheeks.

The slash scar went from the middle of her right cheek to her right eyebrow; her right eye was completely gone, and her left was an ugly scar; the blood had dried and turned into a scab. Kurenai could hear someone calling out her name as she sobbed; more and more tears escaped her eyes, and her hand gently cupped her left cheek.

Why? Why her? Kurenai thought amidst crying; Hinata was a gentle soul; she didn't deserve any of this; she deserved to be happy, to smile, and not get scared like this. She didn't deserve it, but she escaped her thoughts when she felt someone pushing her away from Hinata.

"Kurenai, let them help her," Asuma shouted in her face as he forced her away from Hinata. Kurenai was puzzled but quickly looked back at Hinata's form; the medics were checking on her. Naruto was there, too; he was healing her wound and doing the same thing that he had done to Ino after her loss.

For a brief moment, Kurenai felt hopeful, but from the grim look on his face, all the hope crumbled away; she knew even Naruto couldn't do much. She knew Tsunade could probably do something, too, but she was still grieving for over a decade now. She fell on her knees in despair, Asuma's arms around her back as she sobbed for Hinata as she was carried away with a stretcher.

Kurenai heard the Shinobi side of the stadium angry about what happened to Hinata; after all, they were all Konoha Shinobi, most of them, but the same couldn't be said for the civilian side that had come to watch a good show. The way they seemed delighted that blood was spilled in the arena made her sick in her stomach; Kurenai felt all the sadness turn to rage.

Her eyes looked at where the Suna Kunoichi should have been, but she wasn't there; all that was left was the blood on the ground. Kurenai figured she, too, was carried away with a stretcher. Kurenai clenched her teeth in rage.

They should have left her to die there and not help her; didn't they see what that whore did to Hinata. If she survived, her wounds would be healed, but Hinata, that scar would never disappear; her eye was gone forever. With her beautiful face and innocence, Kurenai knew her little girl would never be the same. She would never smile again. Why is this world so Cruel?

Kurenai's hands turned to fists, her teeth clenched together, almost breaking them; she stood up, ready to avenge Hinata; she wouldn't allow the Suna girl to breathe even for a minute longer when Asuma grabbed her wrist, stopping her dead on her tracks.

"Kurenai, I know what you are thinking, but you can't do it." Asuma warned her, she turned to face him, her eyes filled with rage. She couldn't believe that the man she loved couldn't see why she needed to do this.

"I can and I will. I will use Jigoku on her." Her words made Asuma's face fall as he gulped at the words he just heard. He knew that Genjutsu was primarily used to torture people, not to kill them; it was actually difficult to kill someone using that Genjutsu.

Asuma couldn't believe that Kurenai, the gentlewoman who saw her Genin Team almost like her own children, was speaking so casually about doing that to another girl; sure, she wounded Hinata, and he himself was pissed, but the Suna girl was still young, and at the end of the day. This was the Chunin Exams; people die in those exams every year, and the grieving families have no right to retribution no matter what, unless rules were broken, and the Suna girl hadn't broken any rules.

"Kurenai, this is not the time for this, she's surrounded by other people. They all will be suspicious of you, wondering why a Konoha Jonin wanted to visit the girl that wounded a Konoha Kunoichi." Asuma tried to reason, reminding her that that room was probably surrounded by Suna Shinobi, and on top of all that, Temari was the Kazekage's daughter.

"I don't care. Let me go, Asuma." Kurenai shouted with a hint of despair as she tried to free herself from his grip; she didn't care if she died, that Suna Shinobi would pay for what she did; she wouldn't allow something like that to slide and just pretend it never happened.

"Kurenai, Hinata wouldn't want this. Do you think she would be happy to hear that her Jonin teacher died needlessly?" Asuma reminded her with softness in voice, still not letting her go; Kurenai paused momentarily upon hearing his words. What would Hinata think of her? She quickly remembered her face, the scar, her pale skin, almost like a corpse; Kurenai felt more tears in her eyes.

"She took away Hinata's best side. She will never be the Same." Kurenai growled before pushing forward, escaping Asuma's grip, but before Kurenai could even attempt to jump away to try and find her location, Kakashi appeared right in front of her; his usual playfulness had disappeared; his Sharingan was visible as he looked at her dead in the eyes.

"Kurenai Yuhi, with the Hokage's orders, you are to come with me to the Jonin podium; the only other place you are allowed to go right now is to Hinata's room," Kakashi commanded with a voice that she had heard only once before; she clenched her teeth in growing anger, and her eyes flickered at the Hokage's podium; for a brief moment, she wanted to disobey, to just get it done. For Hinata.

"She will want you there." Kurenai felt Asuma's hand on her shoulder from behind. "You know she would feel safer if you were there when she woke up. You wouldn't want to disappoint her, would you?" Asuma's words made Kurenai's eyes burn with unshed tears, her heart beating faster as a lump formed in her throat. The many times she had carried Hinata to her home, she would fall asleep in her arms, and Kurenai was always happy to carry her back to her home when she got too exhausted; the way Hinata would smile in her sleep, the way she Kurenai felt, in those moments, Kurenai would feel like a mother carrying her child back home.

Kurenai swallowed hard, closing her eyes, before she reluctantly followed after Asuma and Kakashi.

"I'm really sorry, Kurenai. I know what it feels like, but trust me. In moments like these, you should always focus on the positive. If you don't, then you might do something you might regret." Kakashi's words struck deep into Kurenai. She knew that out of all of them and the Genins from the last generation, Kakashi was perhaps the one who lost the most.

His parents, Obito, Rin, Minato, and perhaps countless other friends. Kurenai fell quiet and followed them behind.

Hanabi

She didn't understand what was happening; in one moment, her sister was winning, and even their father had shown a look of pride, perhaps for the first time in forever. Hanabi had cheered for her sister; every hit meant she was closer to winning, and then everything had gone wrong.

Hanabi didn't have her Byakugan activated, but she had seen the blood and heard her sister's screams. Hanabi didn't understand what happened; it had happened too fast for her, but she knew Hinata was in danger. She had tried to go and help, but her uncle had stopped her, saying the fight wasn't over yet and she had no right to intervene.

But after her sister dropped on the ground, all hail broke loose; everyone around her was screaming; her father, cousins, second cousins, and even the Elder Hyuga looked furious, something rare to see in the oldest male of the Hyuga Clan.

Everything felt like a vivid dream to her; Hanabi was convinced this was a dream. That's right! I just need to pinch myself, Hanabi had told herself, yet, despite pinching hard enough that her skin started bleeding, she wasn't waking up, she wasn't back at her bed, and eventually, she was brought before the room where Hinata was, Hanabi felt her heart sink at the sight of the hospital door.

She looked around, but neither her father nor her uncle were inside with Hinata, nor was the Kurenai woman. Hanabi realized that her sister was left alone, surrounded by strangers. Without thinking, she ran towards the door. Her small hands gripped the handle, ready to open it, but she was stopped as a hand tugged her away from the door.

"Hanabi, not now. The doctors are helping your sister, they shouldn't get disturbed." Hanabi recognized her uncle's voice as he kept holding her back by her shirt.

"Hinata is alone. She doesn't like to be alone with strangers. We need to be there for her." Hanabi quickly reminded her father and uncle, remembering the many times Hinata had bad dreams when she was sleeping by herself; she knew Hinata never slept well when she was alone.

"Hanabi." She closed her mouth tightly, and her feet stopped moving upon hearing her father's commanding voice; only now, her uncle let go of her, allowing her to stand on her own feet. "You are of the Hyuga clan, and so is Hinata. Let the doctors help her." Hanabi nodded instinctively; nodding in agreement was something her neck was used to doing by now; her father wasn't happy when she went against his words.

Hanabi's shoulders slumped down in defeat; the pristine plates that covered the floor were what her eyes focused on as her uncle led her to the nearest seat to sit down.

Hanabi barely said anything; all she could hear was her father's distant voice; she couldn't make out what he was saying as her eyes focused on Hinata's room; despite the curtains hiding what was happening inside, the shadows of the four people inside were reflecting upon the curtains, she could see them moving around the room, carrying tools around.

Hanabi activated her Byakugan. She wanted to see her sister, but the view inside appeared too foggy, way too foggy for her to understand what she was looking at; her eyes quickly noticed the paper seal attached to the wall inside the room. Hanabi knew the seal blocked the Byakugan from seeing what was happening inside.

Deactivating her Byakugan, Hanabi waited; she wondered what was wrong with Hinata. She tried asking her father and uncle, but no one was willing to give her an answer; she wondered if Hinata was having a common cold again like she did last year.

Did she not drink her morning tea? Hanabi asked herself, knowing her sister sometimes refused to drink it due to its sour taste, worse than lemon. Hanabi heard voices all around her. Eventually, she felt someone powerful approaching, more powerful than her father; she lifted her head up to see the Hokage approaching them; she remembered seeing him only twice before; the man was older than her father, yet he always felt powerful, his Chakra felt immense.

Hanabi watched as her father stood up, with the Elder Hyuga beside him; her uncle quickly followed suit, and she was left sitting alone; she couldn't remember the last time her father was so furious. Unlike everyone around her, she could feel their power, but the Elder Hyuga was the only one whom she couldn't feel how powerful he was. It felt like he wasn't even there, as if he was a ghost, and with how old he was, Hanabi wouldn't be surprised if he was one.

"Lord Hokage, the Hyuga clan will not stand this; we won't allow Suna Kunoichi to walk out of this village." Hanabi heard her father say, his voice echoing throughout the corridor of the hospital with anger she had never heard before.

Upon hearing his words, Hanabi quickly realized that her sister wasn't suffering from the common cold and that the Suna Kunoichi had done something very bad to her; she wondered just how much her sister was suffering. Maybe if I hugged her, she would get better, Hanabi thought, remembering the many times Hinata felt better when she hugged her.

"Hyashi keep your voice down." The Elder Hyuga commanded, his voice old but wise.

The Elder Hyuga was a fair-skinned old man who was six and a half feet tall despite being old. He has a bald head, deep wrinkles, a hooked nose, and pronounced cheekbones. Unlike the other Hyugas, his Byakugan appeared more bluish than the others, with long eyebrows, a long mustache, and a hip-length white beard.

He has many scars, but the most visible one was one that went from his forehead to his waist as if someone had tried to slice him in half. He was wearing a long-sleeved haori draped over his back instead of actually wearing it, with its size being greatly exaggerated.

Hanabi remembered her father saying that his Byakugan could see through everything, even through people's minds, and read their thoughts, and that bluish color on his Byakugan was something special only to him. Hanabi remembered asking what his name was, but her father had told her that it wasn't important, and if she ever was in his presence, she would always refer to him as 'Great Elder Hyuga.'

"Lord Hokage, the Hyuga Clan has no hostility towards the Suna Kunoichi. Heiress Hinata Hyuga fell for a trick, and the fight wasn't over. We all are Shinobi and do what we can to achieve victory; it was within the rules of the Chunin Exams." After hearing the Elder's words, Hanabi noticed the relieved look on the Hokage's face.

Despite hearing his words, Hanabi couldn't help but feel as if the Elder was lying. She didn't know why, but she had a feeling that he wasn't sincere.

"I'm glad to hear that." Lord Hokage said with a smile. Hanabi looked back at Hinata's room. She heard the Hokage speaking some more, but in hushed tones; Hanabi couldn't really hear what they were saying.

She glanced around the room; she saw Hinata's teammates standing by the wall with Hinata's Jonin; from their expressions, Hanabi knew they were all concerned, even the one with the strange glasses; she could see concern in his dark eyes.

Suddenly, the door opened, and all the conversations went silent as the doctor walked outside. Hanabi almost flinched at the sight of blood on his gloves; the man was holding a cardboard.

"What's my sister's condition?" Hanabi blurted out, raising her voice before anyone could say anything; everyone briefly glanced at her before looking back at the doctor.

"Keep quiet." Hanabi heard her uncle say in a hushed tone. She didn't understand how she was supposed to keep quiet; her sister was probably wounded and alone in her room without anyone she knew.

"Due to Naruto Uzumaki's aid, she wasn't losing blood by the time she was brought here. But we still needed to check on her skull, to see how deep the blade had cut and if there was any damage to the brain. I'm relived to say that her brain is intact, but I'm afraid her right eye is gone, and the bone around her eye socket was damaged by the blade used on her."

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A loud gasp. It took a moment for Hanabi to realize that she was the one who gasped; everything turned foggy as her eyes burned. Her heart was beating in her throat; she felt someone shaking her shoulder, but she didn't react to it before she realized it. She was inside Hinata's room; her legs moved on their own.

"Hinata. Please-" her words died in her throat at the sight of her. Half of her face was covered in bandages with surgical cotton covering her right eye, and the bandages were keeping it in place; her skin had turned pale; she didn't hear them calling her, but she felt her eyes burning, cold tears rolling down her warm cheeks like a cold blade.

"Where is The Suna GIRL? I Will Kill HER?!" Hanabi found herself shouting in rage. She didn't know where that voice or words came from, but she didn't care who heard her as she turned to face her father, her blood boiling with rage, her sister, her dear sister. No, I will kill that bitch...

"Hanabi, enough. I know you are angr-" "Hinata lost her eye, Father. I will-" her words died in her throat when she felt a hand on her shoulder, a sudden pressure was on her body, she expected to see her uncle's face, but when she turned her face to look over her shoulder, she saw the Elder Hyuga looking down at her. Hanabi suddenly felt lightheaded, her knees buckled, and she felt sleepy.

"Dear child, I understand your eagerness to avenge your sister and is admirable, but don't you think you should let her sleep, shouting like this might scare her." his voice came out genuinely concerned, and Hanabi knew he was right, but she couldn't help but feel her skin crawling, she shivered until he moved his hand away from her shoulder.

Hanabi remained silent; suddenly, she took a deep breath; only now she realized that she had forgotten to breathe as the Elder Hyuga turned to look at her father. "Hiashi, after your daughter wakes up. I wish to have a talk with her." Hanabi watched as her father's face lost all color; he seemed on the verge of losing consciousness as he gulped loudly.

"W-what for?"

"No need for concern, young Hiashi. Your daughter is not in trouble; on the contrary. I believe your daughter has a gift, and I would wish to talk with her." His voice came out soft and warm, but Hiashi's face showed distress; Hanabi walked up to him, hugging his waist, hoping her hug could help her.

"A Gift?"

"Yes. I believe if I train her, she will be able to fully utilize it properly. I might help her, but of course, with your permission." Hanabi knew he wasn't asking for permission; he just wanted to make it seem like he was.

"Of course. Hinata will be delighted to hear that." Her father answered right away. A smile formed on the Elder's face, a smile that made Hanabi gulp, still remembering the feeling of drowsiness when he simply touched her shoulder.

Hanabi's eyes flickered at Hinata; she wished she would wake up soon enough. But suddenly, the time seemed to have stopped, she heard his words in her ears, and just as quickly came, the time turned back to normal right away.

"Did you hear that?" one shouted as the entire stadium shook violently...

Naruto

"God, I was hoping to see more blood. I really hope the Uchiha will kill the Uzumaki brat."

"This is quite entertaining. Too bad they don't hold the Chunin Exams in Konoha every year instead of every five years."

"You are right. It wouldn't be as boring."

"That Hyuga girl is quite beautiful, hihihi."

The Genins could hear the civilian side discussing the fight as if it was mere entertainment for them, as if they were playing a harmless game and not fighting each other to death.

"This is Sick. Do they not know we have feelings too? Do they think this is entertainment?" Ino spat the words, feeling disgusted at what she was hearing with her ears.

Since Yugito hadn't really injured her much, and due to Naruto's aid. Ino was back in her feet, but parts of her arms, legs, and face were covered in bandages. The doctor had strictly told her not to fight for a week, not that she could even if she wanted to; every step she took felt painful, even breathing felt a challenge, and her throat felt drier than the deserts of Suna, despite how much water she drank.

"Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but we are entertainment to them; I read once that a long time ago before Chakra was first discovered. People used to build arenas like this one, and slaves would fight with wild animals like tigers, lions, bears, and elephants with nothing but their fists. Sometimes, the owner was merciful enough to give them a piece of sharp glass to protect themselves, but the results were almost always the same. The audience cheered when the wild animals would tear the slaves apart. They loved the carnage." Omoi spoke grimly; his words made Ino's face fall in horror; even Shikamaru looked disgusted at what he just heard, while Choji stopped eating and put the chips away.

"Welcome to the Shinobi World, Yamanaka. There's a reason why Chunin and Jonin Exams are seen as grand spectacles by the Civilian side. There's a reason why so many people come to the villages holding the exams: it is entertaining, and the villages allow this because of the massive incomes received for holding the exams and from the increase of tourists." Samui added coldly, and for the first time, she sounded disgusted as she glared at the civilian side.

Naruto couldn't help but agree; as the announcer was ready to announce the next match, Naruto remembered his brief talk with them.

' "You think you are ready for this? You do realize you will have to fight Konoha shinobi?" Hashirama questioned with concern in his voice. Naruto was grateful for his words, but the time for doubts died long ago.

"Yes," Naruto answered without hesitation, looking at his palms; both moon and sun symbols glittered brightly. "I won't pretend to know what will happen in the future. mayhaps all the death will be worth it in the end, or maybe history will remember me as a Devil." Naruto said. Hashirama had a look of guilt on his face, while Madara remained silent.

"I agree with you, Uzumaki, but remember that you can't change human nature. Despite everything you do, one day you will leave this world just like me and Hashirama. How do you know the world will stay like you wanted even after your death?"

"I don't." Naruto admitted. "I won't claim to know the future, and I know Human Nature. With the way it works, it will eventually clash with one another, those clashes will turn to wars, death will follow and from death, hatred is born. So maybe true peace is not possible, maybe it never will be, but-" Naruto paused, remembering the faces of his Uchiha family. Shisui. His second mother, Fukagu, and Itachi.

If what happened that night hadn't happened, Naruto knew he would have given up on his plans to change the world. He would have gladly lived the rest of his days as a Genin of Konoha, and perhaps eventually, he would have become Hokage like he used to want to. Those moments felt so long ago; they almost felt like a Dream.

"But we have seen this world for what it is. The Village of the River was butchered because they didn't want to join Konoha. Uzushiogakure was butchered out of fear. The Village of the Stars was killed by Kiri, and countless other smaller Villages were destroyed. I will not pretend that my road forward will be without bloodshed. Many people will die, perhaps the road that I'm walking on will lead me to another hell. But I know I Will keep moving forward. The whole world will be one. One Country. There will be no more Konoha, Kumo, Kiri, Iwa and Suna, but only one. Takamagahara."

"What will happen to those that refuse your new world?" Hashirama questioned warily, knowing there were many people out there who would refuse the new world that Naruto wanted to create.

"They will live in my new world, or they will die in their old one. As long as there are those that dream of the old world, the people will never accept the new one." Naruto answered coldly. Hashirama shuddered at the words he just heard, but he knew deep down that his way of thinking hadn't achieved the true peace he had desired.

Despite what he had done to achieve peace, he had captured and imprisoned every single Tailed Beast and had given them away as gifts in hopes of Peace. Instead, all that did was destroy the lives of those same-tailed beasts, those unfortunate ones that became Jinchuuriki, and the many lives due to them being used as weapons. After everything he had done, nothing changed; they went from Clan Wars to Shinobi Wars, which were even more destructive than the Clan Wars could ever be.

"Naruto. I do not agree with your decisions, but all I can do is wish you the best." Hashirama said with a friendly smile; at that moment, Madara stepped forward.

"I still think that the One Eye Moon is the better plan. I have known war longer than you, Uzumaki Naruto. But perhaps there is a reason why you were chosen, I'm not sure yet, but if your plan achieves Peace, then all I tell you is to not forget what you desire. There are many things that can make you forget. This world is Cruel but perhaps, you can become the light that will illuminate the darkness. You know, you remind me of my own brother, while he was annoying sometimes, he had his cheerful moments, for this reason alone. I wish you good luck."

Once Naruto disappeared from the mindscape, Hashirama turned to face Madara with a look of confusion. "Why didn't you tell him that your brother is his grandfather through Minato's side?"

"I have my own reasons; don't intervene, plant brain," Madara said dismissively, much to Hashirama's annoyance. '

"Naruto Uzumaki Vs Sasuke Uchiha." The announcer shouted, and the stadium went wild. Naruto could hear the stadium shouting the 'Uchiha' name.

His friends wished him good luck, while Sasuke had a look of arrogance on his face as usual. Naruto said nothing but pulled out a special kunai from his pouch. Its sight made the Kumo shinobi go silent in shock.

Naruto threw the kunai at the center of the arena before disappearing in a Yellow Flash, appearing in the middle of the stadium, the kunai in his hand, and the announcer's mouth went wide open at what he had just witnessed.

Gasps were heard throughout the entire stadium, except for Fuu, who already knew Naruto could do that.

"Kick his Ass, Naruto!" The cute girl shouted from the Genin Podium. Naruto felt a rush of warmth in his body at her voice, but he ignored it for now. As he suspected, his little stunt had gained the reaction he expected. Every single shinobi, and even those from the civilian side who knew what he did, were asking out loud how he could use Hirashin.

At the Jonin Podium, everyone was asking, but more like demanding how Naruto knew Hirashin, but Kakashi remained silent; he couldn't help but feel that something was about to happen. Otherwise, Naruto would have never revealed his trump card.

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At the Hokage Stadium, Hiruzen remained silent as Naruto performed Hirashin like it was second nature.

"Hirashin! I never thought you would teach that to your Jinchuuriki?" The Kazekage questioned, sounding intrigued. Hiruzen could see the looks he was getting from the Raikage and the ANBUs from the other villages.

'I didn't teach him that,' Hiruzen wanted to say but kept his mouth shut. Due to the whole Orochimaru stuff, he didn't really have the time to properly question Naruto on all of his skills, but Hiruzen made a mental note to question him once the Chunin Exams were over.

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Pakura couldn't help but smirk in triumph at the sight. The time has finally come for them to make their move. Lord Naruto can easily win this, she thought; slowly, her eyes landed on Baku, and she felt her blood boil at the sight of him. But she restrained herself; she had a job to do and wouldn't disappoint her Lord.

Biting her index finger, she quickly performed a Summoning Jutsu.

"It's Time?" The man asked once the smoke cleared away.

"Yes." That was all Pakura said. The man with red hair simply nodded before disappearing from her view. Pakura wondered what she was doing; while she was loyal, Pakura sometimes couldn't stand how much she loved to flirt.

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Back at the arena, Naruto and Sasuke were facing one another. The announcer quickly shouted that the fight started.

"You know before I start. I want to show one last trick." Naruto said with a smirk. Sasuke looked puzzled but remained in his place as he made a simple hand sign; the moment he did, everyone noticed something changed in his appearance, but the one who noticed the change first was Sasuke, whose eyes widened.

"HOW DO YOU HAVE THOSE EYES?!" His voice echoed throughout the entire stadium with rage and confusion.

"A Genjutsu kept them hidden, but now I have no reason to keep them a secret. After all. Everything will change." Naruto answered; the moon and sun symbols on his palms weren't hidden anymore; anyone could see them, but what grabbed everyone's attention was the Sharingan in Naruto's eyes.

"Let's Dance!!"

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