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Sasuke woke with blood in his mouth.
Not his. Not exactly.
There was no injury. No pain.
Just the phantom taste—iron-thick, memory-warm, sliding down a throat that wasn’t fully his anymore.
Exactly three hours ago, he and Naruto had attempted the resonance with Kakashi. It had ended in disaster.
His stomach curled.
The world was too loud.
The light through the sealwork flared sharp behind his eyes. The pressure in the room—chakra, voices, movement—they broke too close. Every pulse of air scraped against nerves that felt like they’d been skinned.
His breath hitched—
—and somewhere across the room, Naruto’s breath hitched too.
Sasuke’s hands clenched.
The door Ino and Kurama had constructed between them was supposed to help. A buffer. A wall with a lock. Psychic, flexible, responsive. It had worked before.
But now?
It felt like someone had left it open a crack.
Not a split seam. Not a rupture.
Just enough of a gap to leak.
And they were leaking. Badly.
Naruto’s feelings flooded through like high tide. Panic, guilt, heat, shame, helpless wanting. It throbbed against Sasuke’s skin like a second pulse—sweaty and human and real, and it wouldn’t stop.
Worse—Sasuke couldn’t stop responding.
His own thoughts, ugly and sharp and desperate, looped back into the gap and doubled in strength. He couldn’t hide them. Couldn’t cover the parts of himself he’d spent a lifetime locking away: the bile of self-hatred, the gnawing terror of being left behind, the way he looked at Naruto sometimes and ached to keep him like a possession.
He felt Naruto feel it. Saw it hit him.
Naruto flinched—physically, visibly—even though Sasuke hadn’t moved.
He didn’t look at him. Couldn’t.
Sasuke didn’t blame him. He didn’t want to look at himself either.
The shame bled both ways.
It was intolerable. Not the link. Not Naruto.
The closeness.
Too raw. Too much. Even with the door mostly shut, the link pressed at his mind like heat trapped under a sealed lid—steaming, waiting to boil over again. Sasuke was no stranger to pain, but this? This wasn’t pain.
This was being seen.
Stripped bare to the marrow by someone who knew him too well to be fooled. Every flicker of emotion echoed back before he could smother it. Every stray hunger, every bitter coil of resentment, every half-formed fear was already felt—already mirrored—in someone else’s chest.
And that someone was Naruto.
The one person he trusted to hold him. The only person he couldn’t bear to touch this.
The irony made him want to laugh.
But he didn’t. He just sat there, knuckles white.
Wishing—futilely—that everything could just be less.
Less loud. Less intimate. Less them.
He wasn’t afraid. Not exactly.
He just didn’t want to be known like this.
He just didn’t want to spill.
Naruto’s shoulders were hunched. His jaw locked. His whole presence screamed I didn’t mean to hear it.
He felt just as violated. Just as guilty. But Sasuke could feel the truth of it under the guilt:
He didn’t want to fully shut the door either.
Sasuke exhaled. Shaky. Silent.
Ino finally broke the tension.
“You’re going to have to practice holding that door closed properly,” she said flatly.
Neither of them moved.
She stepped into the room, hands on her hips, radiating the kind of exasperation only someone who’d just scraped two psyches out of the metaphysical blender could manage.
“It can never fully close,” she went on. “That’s just how it is now. But it can come closer than this. A lot closer. You’re both bleeding through like open wounds.”
Sasuke swallowed.
Ino gave them both a look that was somehow scolding and sympathetic all at once. “Emotions are always going to bleed through here and there from now on. But not like this. This is just—pure nerves. No shields. No awareness. You're still spiraling.”
She paused, then added, more gently:
“Don’t open it all the way again. Not unless you want to end up back on the floor. Or worse.”
Sasuke didn’t say anything.
Neither did Naruto.
But this time—just barely—Naruto’s eyes flicked toward him.
And didn’t look away.
Naruto moved first.
Slow, stiff, like each step might betray too much. His body was still humming with residual chakra, nerves frayed from the feedback loop—but it was the feeling that made his limbs clumsy. Not exhaustion. Not pain.
Knowing.
And being known back.
Sasuke didn’t look up. He felt Naruto’s approach in the twitch of his skin, the prickle of warmth his body had learned to recognize in the dark.
“Hey,” Naruto said. Low. Rough. Wrecked in a way that had nothing to do with voice strain and everything to do with vulnerability.
Sasuke’s fists remained clenched.
Naruto crouched in front of him anyway.
There was a long, stuttering silence. Their bond buzzed faintly—like something alive, hiding under the floorboards.
Naruto spoke, voice softer now. “You okay?”
A stupid question. An unbearable one. Sasuke’s eyes flicked up for just a second—enough for Naruto to catch the raw, murderous shame burning in them.
“Oh,” Naruto said, breath catching. “You’re still feeling it.”
Sasuke swallowed, jaw tight. “So are you.”
Naruto didn’t deny it.
Instead, he reached out. Slowly. Open palm. Didn’t touch him. Just hovered in the space between them like a question. Like permission.
And despite everything—the headache, the link, the overload—Sasuke felt something loosen in his chest.
Naruto still wanted to touch him.
After that—after the resonance, after Naruto had kicked and clawed and sobbed just to get away—Sasuke had thought…maybe he wouldn’t ever want to again. Maybe the sight of him would always mean panic.
But now—
The want was still there. Unspoken. Hesitant. But there.
Sasuke stared at the hand. Then past it. Then back again.
His own fingers uncurled, trembled—
—and then the door slammed open.
“Ino?” Sakura’s voice rang out, followed by footsteps and a gust of fresh chakra-laced air. “Kakashi’s stable. Kurama’s anchored the seal. We—oh.”
The room froze.
Sasuke didn’t move. Naruto didn’t either. His hand still hovered between them. Not touching. Not pulling away.
Behind Sakura, the others filtered in—Hinata, Shikamaru, Orochimaru, even Kakashi, wheeled in by Tsunade. Every single one of them saw the scene at the same time.
The moment cracked.
“…are we interrupting?” Tsunade asked dryly, one eyebrow arched.
Naruto blinked. “Uh.”
Sasuke looked away.
Ino exhaled through her nose. “God. The drama.”
“I just scraped your souls off the floor three hours ago,” she said, walking past the supplies cart. “And now you’re flirting? Right in front of my chakra field?”
Naruto turned visibly red.
“I wasn’t flirting,” he muttered.
“You were crouching and whispering like a prince,” said Ino. “That counts.”
Naruto had dropped to one knee in front of him, hand hovering like an unspoken vow. From the doorway, it probably looked like a proposal.
“At least Gai went home…” Shikamaru muttered. Gai had been pried off the bedside an hour ago to sleep. He’d argued with his whole chest. He’d lost.
Sasuke gritted his teeth.
Ino ignored them both and turned to the others. “They’re both alive. Barely. Still psychically leaking. But alive.”
Kakashi gave a slow nod, half-lidded and woozy. “Good,” he rasped. “Would’ve hated to die while you two were in the middle of a lovers’ spat.” After trying to walk the second the stabilizers had held, he’d been strong-armed into a wheelchair by Tsunade.
“We’re not—!” Naruto started, but even he didn’t sound convinced anymore.
Sasuke made a quiet noise in his throat. A cross between a scoff and a snarl. Naruto turned toward him instinctively—like he wanted to soothe, or argue, or grab him again, maybe all at once—but Ino physically shoved them apart with two fingers, glowing faintly pink.
“Later,” she said. “You two can unravel each other in private. Right now, we’ve got more pressing issues.”
Naruto and Sasuke both looked up, finally united in something:
Dread.
Tsunade folded her arms. Her expression was stone.
“We need to talk,” she said. “About the resonance. About the Magatsu. And about what the hell just happened to Kakashi.”
The room was cramped now—too many bodies, too much tension. Tsunade stood at the foot of the bed. Sakura and Ino flanked her, Shikamaru just behind with Hinata. Kakashi sat off to the side in a chakra-dampening wheelchair, bandages still fresh under his hospital robe, one eye narrowed above the edge of his mask. Orochimaru lingered near the window, unreadable.
Naruto and Sasuke remained on the same bed, shoulder to shoulder. Neither of them moved.
“We need a stable solution,” Tsunade said. “What just happened may have worked in the moment, but it was barely controlled. You could’ve fried each other’s nervous systems.”
Kakashi exhaled, dry. “Felt like you did.”
Sasuke didn’t react. Naruto flinched.
Ino crossed her arms. “We tried chakra resonance through three points—Naruto, Sasuke, and you. It created temporary suppression, yes. But the Magatsu is still active. It’s adapting.”
Sakura nodded. “The chakra readings are worse now. Spikier. It’s like it’s aware.”
“We need a continuous regulator,” Shikamaru said. “Not an all-in blast. Something to suppress and stabilize in real time.”
“That’s what we thought Naruto’s sage mode could do,” Ino said, turning. “Natural energy should’ve been the perfect counterbalance. But—”
“No.” Tsunade cut in. “The Magatsu doesn’t reject nature chakra. It feeds on it.”
Naruto started. “Wait—what?”
“You already tried it,” she said. “During the extraction. You don’t remember because you were half-passed out. You pulled nature chakra while Sasuke was mid-synchronization, and the Magatsu pulsed up. Hard. The whole system destabilized.”
Naruto went pale. “...Oh.”
“Naruto’s body—without Kurama—it tried to stabilize the link the only way it knew how. Nature chakra. But the field was already contaminated. It latched onto the resonance like a parasite.” Tsunade sighed.
“It doesn’t treat nature chakra as hostile,” Orochimaru murmured, sounding vaguely impressed. “It treats it as fuel.”
“So I can’t use sage mode on Kakashi at all?”
“Not unless you want to supercharge the infection,” Tsunade snapped. “No more nature chakra in the field. Not near him.”
Naruto looked away.
Sasuke stayed rigid beside him.
Kakashi’s hand flexed on the armrest. “So what can we do?”
“A living anchor,” Ino said softly. “A regulator. Something that adjusts chakra in real time, matches the Magatsu’s frequency, then corrects it. Like tuning a thread of chakra constantly.”
Sakura frowned. “A person?”
“We already used a person. We used two,” Sasuke said sharply. “We used Naruto. And then me. And it nearly killed all three of us.”
“You volunteered,” Tsunade said.
“I shouldn’t have had to,” Sasuke bit out.
Tsunade’s jaw twitched.
Sakura didn’t speak, but her fingers clenched.
They remembered it all too well. Months ago, in Suna, Naruto had tried to purify a mass of corrupted chakra alone—nearly tore himself apart doing it. Sakura and Sasuke had barely held him together, and they’d both almost died for it. And later, Sasuke had tried to extract the Magatsu from an anchor victim by himself.
That time, Sasuke had died.
Naruto had brought him back. Burned out every last trace of Six Paths chakra to do it. And Sasuke had spent a week blind.
So yeah. He’d volunteered.
But someone should’ve stopped him.
Naruto turned to him slowly. “What’s your point?”
Sasuke didn’t answer. But his fingers twitched where they sat curled in his lap.
The silence rang sharp.
Then—
“You’re all dancing around it,” Kakashi said, flat. “But if I’m the one infected, don’t I get a say in what happens to me?”
Everyone turned to look at him.
Kakashi’s one visible eye was steady. “Because if the answer is resonance—if Naruto and Sasuke are the only ones who can even slow it down—then I’ll take unstable chakra over being dead.”
“But it’s not just syncing chakra,” Hinata said. Her voice was soft but clear. “It’s syncing… everything. Emotion. Intention. That’s dangerous.” She glanced at Naruto and Sasuke where they sat.
Her words were gentle, but Sasuke saw it in her eyes—the memory of those chakra-suicide operatives from weeks ago. The screams. The smoke. Shinobi dropping in the streets, chakra networks spasming until they collapsed.
And now, fresh on her mind: what she’d seen just hours ago. Him and Naruto, writhing on the floor, breath caught in their throats, eyes rolled back. Trying to reach Kakashi. Failing. Drowning in each other.
She remembered what it felt like to be useless against something that broke the rules of chakra.
Sasuke didn’t blame her. Hell, if he could walk away from what he’d seen—what he’d felt—he would.
But he couldn’t. None of them could. Not anymore.
Ino nodded. “That’s why we start small. Map people with compatible chakra frequencies. Pairs that already share history, or trust. We test it. Slowly. No one links to the anchor directly unless we’re sure.”
Orochimaru chuckled under his breath. “And how do you plan to test for that? Find every shinobi in the Five Nations and ask who’s emotionally available?”
“Shut up,” Sakura and Tsunade snapped in unison.
“I’m serious,” he said, entirely unbothered. “You’re not wrong. Your theory is elegant. But it relies on bonds. And most shinobi don’t even know who they are, let alone who balances them.”
Sasuke's jaw tensed. That wasn’t a lie.
Naruto nudged his thigh against Sasuke’s. A silent grounding.
Kakashi shifted in his chair. “Then we find the ones who do. And we start there.”
There was a pause. A breath.
Sakura’s voice dropped. “Not chakra. Not body. Corruption lives between. In the hollow space. Between soul and flesh.”
She looked at the floor like she was reading from it. “Yin must touch yang.”
Naruto stilled.
Sasuke exhaled—quiet, unsteady. “That’s what Itachi said.”
She nodded. “I didn’t get it at first. I thought he meant you two. Your bond. But it’s not just that.” Her eyes flicked to Ino. “Shikamaru’s notes—about yin and yang pairs. About synchronizing through trust, not power.”
Ino’s brow furrowed. “Like how we tested resonance with Kakashi—”
“And it worked,” Sakura cut in. “Even though Naruto and Sasuke’s link nearly shattered. The system held. The method worked. We just…overloaded it. Tried to force it through one pair.”
Orochimaru tilted his head. “Because you assumed you needed a god to fight a god.”
“The Magatsu isn’t a god.” Sakura’s voice caught halfway, like she’d surprised herself saying it out loud. She rubbed her palm against her sleeve, restless. “It’s not even…it’s not whole. It’s like chakra’s shadow, right? Slips into the cracks—between body and soul, chakra and… whatever makes you you. That’s why it twists people. That’s why seals don’t hold. You can’t—” she shook her head. “You can’t just smash it. It’s not meant to be destroyed.”
“It’s meant to be distributed,” Kakashi murmured. His voice was hoarse, but steady. “Stabilized. Contained through collective circuit.”
Tsunade's eyes narrowed. “Meaning?”
Sakura turned to Naruto and Sasuke. “Meaning we need more of you. Not more power—more pairs. Pairs like you. Like us. Like me and Ino and Shikamaru and Gai and Kakashi. Shinobi whose chakra systems already resonate. People who trust, and even more, balance each other.”
Naruto blinked. “You’re saying—”
“No more heroes,” Sakura said softly. “We build a network.”
The pause that followed was heavy—alive.
Sasuke felt it ripple through the room. Not just the weight of what Sakura had said, but what it meant. No more singular solutions. No more Naruto bleeding himself dry. No more lone gods.
Just people. Pairs. Connections.
He hated how simple it sounded.
“I don’t know if I can do that again,” Naruto said quietly beside him. “I mean—I want to. But—what if I hurt someone again?”
His guilt was a thundercloud, pressing up against Sasuke’s skin. Suffocating.
Shikamaru shifted. “You won’t be doing it alone this time. That’s the point.” He sighed and dragged a hand down his face. “I should’ve said it earlier.”
Everyone turned to him.
He stared at the floor. “We shouldn’t have put Sakura and Ino in the support role.”
Sakura frowned. “What?”
His voice was low, deliberate—carrying more guilt than irritation. “You should’ve been in the resonance field. Not outside it.”
Naruto frowned. Ino’s breath stilled.
“We kept thinking of the Magatsu like it was some kind of god…” Shikamaru grimaced. “So we shoved everything onto Naruto and Sasuke. Pushed them forward, let them take the hit. That was—” He stopped like the words were sour in his mouth. “That was a mistake.”
He looked up, face pinched. “It’s not a god. Like you said—it’s a shadow.”
Sakura’s stomach dropped.
“And shadows don’t break. They spread.”
The silence tightened.
“You two—” he nodded to Sakura and Ino, “—you’re not backup. You’re balance. You should’ve been in there. Holding the field with them.”
Ino’s voice was soft, but sure. “We could’ve stabilized the waveform.”
Shikamaru nodded. “Exactly. Naruto and Sasuke can force it back. You two could’ve kept it down.”
Tsunade’s brow furrowed. “Why are you only realizing this now?”
Shikamaru sighed. “Because I was still thinking like a tactician. Not someone who’s been inside that tether.”
Sakura’s voice cut gently across the room. “It only works when there’s trust. Familiarity.”
She looked at Naruto and Sasuke, then down at Kakashi.
“They’re not irreplaceable. But he trusts them. His chakra knows theirs.”
Naruto shifted, uneasy. “So we still have to go in?”
Ino met his gaze. “Yes. But you don’t have to go in alone.”
Sasuke muttered, “Tried that already. Almost went insane.”
Sakura nodded. “That’s why this time…we enter with you.”
She looked back to Kakashi.
“He’s not surviving this because he’s strong. He’s surviving because he’s…tuned.”
Ino’s voice was steadier now. “His chakra isn’t fighting the Magatsu. It’s resonating with it. Like a tuning fork. Not syncing—resonating. There’s a difference, remember?”
Hinata nodded. “The Magatsu isn’t crushing him—it’s riding him.”
Shikamaru inhaled sharply. “Exactly. Which means…”
“You two survived resonance with him,” Sakura said, “because your chakra frequencies already align with his.”
Naruto frowned, confused. “Because of training?”
“Not perfectly,” she said. “But close enough. We trained under him. Sparred, synchronized, survived together. That kind of contact—it leaves an imprint.”
Ino added, “You don’t need years. You need intensity. Alignment. A bond that knows how to carry weight.”
Sakura met her eyes. “Four people. Two yin-yang pairs. One network. That’s enough to hold one person.”
There was a beat.
Then Orochimaru thoughtfully said. “So the key isn’t just yin and yang—it truly is harmonics.”
Sakura nodded. “It’s trust plus compatibility. Balance plus familiarity.”
Shikamaru followed the thought. “The people with the best chance of stabilizing Kakashi… are the ones his chakra already knows.”
Ino stepped forward. “And the people synced to those people. That includes me. Not because I’m close to Kakashi, but because I’m synced to Sakura. And she’s already harmonized with him.”
Naruto exhaled, stunned. “So we need…”
“Chains,” Sakura said. “Not just pairs. A cascading circuit. One frequency grounding the next.”
Shikamaru nodded. “Like relay wires. Or overlapping melodies in the same key. A single chord wouldn’t hold—but a progression might.”
Ino’s voice softened. “That’s how you hold a shadow. Not by striking it. By weaving a net tight enough it can’t slip through.”
“We’ll need a name for it.” Shikamaru said. “The network.”
Ino grinned faintly. “Resonance Grid?”
“Too on the nose,” Sakura muttered.
“Sounds like a boy band,” Naruto added.
Sasuke almost snorted.
Almost.
Underneath the noise—Ino’s quips, Shikamaru’s theories, Sakura’s certainty—something stirred in his chest again. Small. Unwanted. He almost mistook it for nausea before he recognized it for what it was.
Hope.
And for the first time in hours, the taste of blood left his mouth.
Sasuke stood by the edge of the sealwork, jaw tight, arms folded, spine too still.
The stabilizer lights cast long shadows across his face, sharper than they should’ve been. He wasn’t saying anything. Wasn’t looking at anyone. But his chakra—
It was holding its breath.
Sakura caught it before the others did. Not the fear itself. Just the hesitation. The way it curled tight around his ribs. Controlled. Compressed. Too calm to be normal.
She didn’t say his name. Didn’t call attention to it.
She just moved to stand beside him, close enough that their shoulders didn’t quite touch.
"You don’t have to pretend with me," she said quietly. “Not right now.”
Sasuke didn’t answer. His eyes stayed forward.
“I’m fine,” he said flatly.
Sakura’s expression didn’t change. “Sure.”
The silence stretched. Not tense. Just full.
Then, quietly, she added, “You flinched earlier. When we lit the seal. I’ve never seen you do that before.”
Sasuke exhaled once through his nose. A not-quite laugh. More like a release of tension that hadn’t been meant for sharing.
“That obvious?” he muttered.
She shrugged. “To me, yeah.”
He didn’t reply. But something in his posture shifted—a fraction less rigid. A fraction more real.
“You held the tether too long last time,” she said. “It broke through both of you. That doesn’t make you weak.”
“I didn’t say it did.”
“You don’t have to.”
Another pause.
Then, softer, “We’re not letting that happen again. Not to you. Not to Naruto.”
His eyes finally flicked toward her, just briefly. But it was enough.
“I mean it,” she said. “This time, you’re not carrying it alone.”
Sasuke looked away. Not in denial. Just…because he couldn’t hold her gaze without something breaking.
But he gave the smallest nod.
That was all she needed.
Sakura turned back toward the bed.
Kakashi lay still, bandaged and pale, breath shallow but steady. The corrupted chakra hadn’t flared again—but it lingered, stubborn and festering.
Sasuke’s eyes flicked to his old teacher’s face.
For a moment, Kakashi’s eyelids twitched, just enough to slit open one bloodshot eye. Their gazes locked.
Brief. Barely a second.
But enough.
Acknowledgment.
Resignation.
Trust.
Kakashi’s eyes slid shut again.
Ino was already beside him, one hand pressed lightly to his chest. Waiting. Focused.
Naruto moved next, circling to the other side of the bed. He held out his hand wordlessly.
Sasuke hesitated.
Just for a moment.
Sakura didn’t say anything. Just stepped in close, brushing her fingers over his wrist.
“You don’t have to be okay,” she said, barely audible. “Just hold on.”
Sasuke didn’t answer.
He reached out, fingers clasping Naruto’s first. Naruto’s hand was warm. Solid. Steady. But underneath—
Sasuke felt it.
A flicker. Across the tether.
Not panic.
Fear. Quiet and sharp.
He clamped down hard. Hard enough that Naruto winced, but didn’t pull away.
His grip wasn’t just flesh on flesh; it was chakra clamped across the link. A warning. A promise. If Naruto faltered, he’d drag them both through anyway.
Sakura joined last, taking Ino’s hand and Sasuke’s. The four of them formed a ring around the bed, every point of contact glowing faintly as chakra surged and settled.
Then, together, they reached inward—
—and the resonance began.
The air shifted.
Their joined hands pulsed faintly with chakra—four distinct signatures pressing together, testing the current. Ino’s was sharp and meticulous, a fine thread of psychic steel. Sakura’s churned steady beneath it, rooted and bracing. Naruto’s surged like a rising tide, warm and overwhelming. Sasuke’s crackled like a fault line, waiting to break open.
They had to align.
Had to match pace.
Had to find the same rhythm.
For a moment, everything resisted.
The chakra pushed back—soured by memory, bruised from the last attempt, still frayed at the seams. Every pulse across the link brought static. Discord. Recoil.
Sasuke gritted his teeth.
Not again.
Not like last time.
He closed his eyes and let Naruto’s flow wrap around his own. Let it drag his rhythm closer to balance. Sakura anchored him on one side, Ino on the other. The four of them began to sync—hesitant, imperfect, but moving as one.
A circle.
A current.
A breath.
The chakra hummed, then stilled.
Unified.
The chakra link snapped into place.
It didn’t burn—it scraped. The resonance peeled inward, slow and sickening. Chakra stripped into threads, exposed, flayed.
Again.
He didn’t let go.
Kakashi lay still.
Too still.
Sasuke’s chakra pressed forward—and met the Magatsu like bone meeting rot. The infection was coiled deep, suffocating everything beneath it. Kakashi’s chakra flickered faintly below the surface, crushed thin under the weight.
Sasuke's breath caught.
He hadn't even…they hadn't even talked properly. Not since the war. Not in five years.
All that time. Wasted.
Kakashi had taught him how to lead. How to think. How to protect. He’d been patient when Sasuke gave him nothing in return. Had always left the door open. Even after everything.
Sasuke never walked through it.
He was always too late.
But not now. Not for this.
He surged forward again. The Magatsu pushed back.
It didn’t pierce.
It didn’t slip.
It engulfed.
No warning. No shift. No surge of chakra.
One moment, Sasuke was inside the grid—holding steady, teeth clenched, fingers locked in Naruto’s—
—and the next—
He wasn’t.
There was no Naruto.
No Sakura.
No Ino.
No tether.
No chakra.
No body.
Just distance.
Infinite and flat.
First came the air—stale, then sharp, then none at all.
Then came the weightlessness.
Not floating.
Suspended.
Like a corpse in still water.
It switched.
Burial.
Not dirt.
Not stone.
Just pressure.
Everywhere. Inside him. Around him. Through him.
No light.
No darkness.
Just a colorless density pressing into his skin until he wasn’t sure he had skin.
Until he wasn’t sure he had ever been separate from it at all.
Thought fragmented.
Identity eroded.
Not violently. Not cruelly.
Just…as a natural consequence.
Sasuke didn’t forget who he was.
He forgot there had ever been a who.
It folded into him.
Not fast. Not slow. Just inevitable.
Like it was always going to. Like he was just waiting to be shaped.
Something sank into his soul like it belonged there.
Touched him.
Not a hand. Not a voice.
An intention.
A shape folding into him, silent and still—
—like he was a hollow to be filled.
—like he was a thing.
—like he had no say.
His body didn’t react.
But something in him snapped.
No.
Not even a word. Just the crack of it.
A psychic recoil so violent it should’ve split him in half.
Get out.
Not language. Just pressure. Refusal.
Get out.
The rage hit like blood behind his eyes.
Not hot.
Clean.
Just a line that would not bend.
Not again.
No more of this.
Not another thing trying to make him into something else.
His chakra surged without warning—
Unforgiving. Spiteful. Blinding.
The resonance jolted like a live wire—
Sakura staggered. Ino gasped. Naruto choked on the weight of it.
And Sasuke came back like a blade drawn from black water.
Sick. Trembling.
Furious.
He didn’t say anything.
But his chakra howled with fury.
Never again.
If the Magatsu wanted to learn them—
It would burn for the fucking privilege.
Naruto’s chakra caught his, anchored it. Hot. Unyielding.
Sakura and Ino followed in tandem. They were with him. He wasn’t alone.
He couldn’t let it win.
Not after wasting five years pretending there was nothing left to say.
Not when Naruto had stayed. When Sakura still believed in him. When Ino—Ino, of all people—had become someone he trusted without question.
So he gave everything he had. Every shred of chakra. Every buried piece of guilt.
If this failed—
No. He wasn’t thinking about that.
He was thinking about Kakashi’s silence and the fact that he hadn’t said any of the things that mattered.
If words had failed him—and they always did—maybe chakra could force through what his mouth never would.
And if it could—
Then maybe Kakashi would hear it.
The tether thinned, then steadied.
Across the ring, their breaths fell into the same rhythm. They were shaky, uneven, but aligned.
The Magatsu had receded like smoke torn apart by wind, leaving only Kakashi’s chakra. His chakra flickered. Weak. Tattered. But his chest rose, and the monitor’s pulse answered with a stubborn, steady blip.
Alive.
Sasuke didn’t loosen his grip. Naruto didn’t pull away.
For the first time in days, the stillness in the room meant something other than loss.
Relief came slow. It felt foreign in his chest, like a muscle too stiff to stretch. His head was still ringing, his eyes throbbed, but the force had shifted. They had pulled him back. They had done it.
Not just Naruto. Not just him. The four of them. Together, they had held the weight. Together, they had forced the Magatsu back.
And it struck him, even through the ache, even through the trembling: this wasn’t impossible. It wasn’t some curse only they could carry. If four of them could drag Kakashi out, then others could do the same. Any two yin and yang pairs with enough trust, enough balance. Not gods. Not chosen ones. Just shinobi who refused to break.
The war wasn’t over. The Magatsu had still infected hundreds. It would fight. But for the first time, he could see the shape of an answer. A way forward.
The thought didn’t soften him. It didn’t ease the fury that still burned in his chest. But beneath it, something steadier began to take root.
They could win.