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Naruto stood at the edge of the village, eyes cast toward the fading horizon, where the sun bled into the sky, heavy with the weight of all that had been said and left unsaid. The wind swept through the air, carrying with it a quiet, almost imperceptible ache. Time felt like it had stretched out, leaving him suspended between the past and whatever lay ahead.

Sasuke was gone. Again.

And yet, for all that he had prepared himself for this moment, nothing could have prepared him for the quiet that followed. It wasn’t the silence of peace, but the silence of something unfinished, something broken. The promise between them was now just a memory, a ghost, lingering in the space where words had failed to reach.

He could still hear Sasuke’s footsteps fading into the distance, like a distant drumbeat that would eventually stop altogether. But it wasn’t just the sound of a person leaving. It was the sound of a part of himself slipping away, unnoticed, as the world carried on.

Naruto exhaled slowly, a soft breath lost in the vastness of the sky. “He left me behind again.” He whispered weakly. 

The question lingered in his mind. Was it really? Was it really his choice to make? To leave… to walk away? He had always known Sasuke had to go, but now, standing in the aftermath, it felt different. It felt like the end of something more than just a journey.

The sun dipped lower, the world around him bathed in the deepening hues of twilight. But even as the colors bled into one another, he remained still, watching, waiting for something he couldn’t name. The days before had rushed by fleeting smiles and hope, but now… now, it was as though everything had slowed. As though the earth itself had paused, holding its breath for what was to come.

Hours passed, unnoticed. The shadows grew long, and the village lights flickered on one by one, casting their soft glow over the path he had once walked so eagerly. But tonight, the world felt distant. He was here, yet not here. Alive, but not really living. The space between them, Sasuke and him, felt like an unbridgeable chasm. He had wanted so much for them to be together, to stay together. But he understood, perhaps too late, that the bonds they had weren’t the kind that could be forced.

The breeze stirred once more, but he didn’t notice. He felt like he was stuck, trapped in this limbo between hope and reality. The kind of emptiness that made it hard to breathe.

Suddenly something —someone—shifted beside him. A quiet presence, steady and familiar. But Naruto didn’t turn. He couldn’t. What was there left to say?

“Still here?” Came a voice, familiar and steady, pulling him from his thoughts.

Shikamaru stood next to him, his hands tucked lazily into his pockets, an expression of mild annoyance on his face. “Tch, what a drag. You’re gonna catch a cold standing out here like that.”

Naruto turned his head and found the lazy man gazing at him with his usual calm, a slight frown on his face. There was no pity in his eyes, just the understanding of someone who knew exactly how he felt, even if he wouldn’t admit it outright.

“Shouldn’t you be heading back?” Naruto asked, his voice quieter than he intended. “Tsunade sent you, right? To check on me or something?”

Shikamaru glanced at him, sighing as he leaned back against the stone railing. “Yeah, but… I figured you needed a bit of space. Don’t need me pestering you about it.”

Naruto didn’t respond right away, just staring down at the village below. There was a quiet comfort in the silence between them, a kind of understanding that didn’t need to be explained.

“Guess I’ve been out here for a while.” Naruto muttered to himself. “He’s gone again… as slippery as one of your shadows, eh?” Naruto chuckled, though his laugh held no joy. “I thought this time would be different, you know?” He sighed heavily.

Shikamaru didn’t react right away. He took a moment, staring off into the distance himself. “Yeah, well, Sasuke’s always been like that—always running off.” His voice was low but matter-of-fact. “Comes and goes whenever he feels like it. You can’t keep chasing someone who won’t let themselves be caught.”

Naruto’s eyes flicked over to Shikamaru, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You think I want to? I just… I thought he’d stay this time, you know. Maybe he’d finally…”

Shikamaru shrugged, his usual bored expression back in place. “Maybe, but don’t keep waiting on him, Naruto. You’ve got your own life to live.”

Naruto let the words sink in. There was no anger in Shikamaru’s tone, just a straightforwardness that felt both familiar and harsh. The truth, simple as it was, always seemed to hit harder when it came from him.

“Yeah.” Naruto murmured, exhaling slowly. “Guess I should stop hoping, huh?”

Shikamaru gave him a sideways glance. “It’s not about giving up. It’s just about moving forward. You can’t keep holding on to the past forever.”

Naruto didn’t respond, but there was something about Shikamaru’s calm, measured words that settled something deep within him. For a moment, it was like a burden had lifted—one he hadn’t even realized he was carrying. Not completely, but enough for the moment.

“Well.” Naruto said, finally pushing away from the railing, “I guess I’ll head back. Thanks, Shikamaru. You are actually a pretty smooth talker, you know!”

Shikamaru nodded, his gaze never wavering. “Yeah, yeah,… whatever don’t take too long. You’re no good to anyone if you just stand around moping all day.”

Naruto chuckled lightly, the smallest hint of a smile breaking through. “Yeah, yeah. I get it.”

As he turned to walk away, Shikamaru’s voice called out after him, quieter this time. “Take care of yourself, alright?”

Naruto didn’t look back, but he could feel the sincerity in those words, even without the need for anything more. It was enough to keep him moving forward, one step at a time.

Weeks slipped by in the blink of an eye, and the first whispers of winter began to chill the air.

As the last slivers of daylight faded into a blanket of stars, you could see a blonde ninja walking through Konoha streets. His mind still swirled, thoughts lingering on Sasuke’s departure like the residue of a dream he could never forget. It was strange—the ache inside him, how something so familiar could suddenly feel so foreign. He wasn’t even sure what he was supposed to do with this quiet.

It wasn’t until the soft patter of footsteps broke his trance that he even realized someone had approached.

“Naruto!” A familiar voice called gently, pulling him back to the present.

He turned, blinking the haze from his eyes, and found Sakura standing a few paces away, her expression unreadable, though there was a softness in her eyes that Naruto had come to recognize. She had always been good at hiding her own feelings, but there was a certain vulnerability in her now—one that matched his own.

“Hey, Sakura!” He replied, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

She stepped closer, her concern obvious. “How are you holding up?”

Naruto hesitated, the question unexpected yet loaded. How could he answer that without sounding like he didn’t know himself? But he wasn’t going to lie to her, not now.

“I… I’m okay. I think. It’s just…” He trailed off, frustration creeping into his voice as he ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, Sakura. It’s just… different now.”

Her eyes softened, and she sighed, crossing her arms over her chest as if gathering her own thoughts. “Yeah, I get it.” She murmured, a touch of sadness in her voice. “I think we all do.”

There was a long silence, the kind that felt thick with everything left unsaid. But then, Sakura shifted, a small but determined smile pulling at her lips. “You know what? Forget about it for tonight!” She said with a playful lilt, her voice lighter now. “I’ve got an idea. How about we go grab dinner? It’ll be good for you. You can vent all you want. And I’ll even treat you.”

Naruto’s eyes widened with the sudden shift in energy. He’d expected to be left alone, not to be invited out of nowhere. He gave a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “A date, huh?”

Sakura snorted, clearly amused. “Don’t get ahead of yourself!” She teased, giving him a playful nudge. “It’s not a date, Naruto. Just two friends having a meal. Though if you want to pretend it’s a date, I won’t stop you.”

Naruto grinned, his usual mischievous glint returning to his eyes. “Oh, I’ll pretend it’s a date if you’re gonna treat me to some good food, Sakura-chan!”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Alright, come on then. No more sulking. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

He laughed, shaking his head as they walked off together, the tension between them lightening with every step. Sakura was right, of course. A distraction was exactly what he needed and he would take whatever small comforts he could get right now.

Sasuke might be gone, but Naruto had his friends. He still had Sakura, and she always knew how to get through to him when everything else felt like too much.

Time passed slowly as the duo walked through the streets in the quiet comfort of each other’s presence. The evening air was cooler now, a gentle breeze ruffling the leaves as Sakura and Naruto made their way toward the bustling district. They didn’t speak much along the way—the silence was comfortable, a brief reprieve from the day’s burdens. But when they arrived at the familiar bar, the warm haze of smoke greeted them like an old friend, the sounds of chatter and clinking glasses filling the air.

Sakura had insisted on picking the spot, claiming that it had been too long since she’d treated anyone. Naruto didn’t argue— after all, the promise of a meal—especially when Sakura was buying—was a rare gift. It wasn’t often that she let herself take care of others in that way, and he’d never turn down a free meal.

“Here we are!” Sakura claped with a satisfied grin as they entered the cozy, dimly lit bar, the scent of grilled meat and spices instantly filling the air.

They barely had time to find a table before they were greeted by the unmistakable voices of some familiar faces.

“Well, well, look who’s here.” Shikamaru’s voice drawled from the far corner, where he was sitting with Ino and Choji. “I didn’t expect to see you two tonight. What’s the occasion? A celebration?”

Naruto’s eyes lit up when he saw them. “Shikamaru, Ino, Choji! This is a coincidence! Or, wait, did you guys get the memo that Sakura’s treating?”

Ino raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her lips. “I think we might’ve gotten the memo a little too late.” She teased, her tone light. “But hey! We’re not gonna turn down a free meal, right?”

Choji, ever the enthusiast when it came to food, grinned. “I’m in for sure. No complaints here.”

Sakura shook her head, her lips quirking into a small smile. “It’s not a free meal if you guys are already here.” She said, glancing at Naruto. “This was supposed to be our time to unwind, but I guess the more, the merrier.”

Shikamaru leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head as he studied the two of them. “Hm, it’s rare to see you two out together like this. Everything alright?”

Naruto scratched the back of his neck, hesitating before shrugging. “Yeah, just… needed to get out, y’know? Sasuke’s gone, and it’s kind of weird, but nothing we can’t handle.”

Sakura looked at Naruto for a moment, a silent understanding passing between them. Then, she turned to the others, her smile faint but warm. “We were just going to eat and chat. Nothing special.”

“I see.” Shikamaru said, as if everything made sense to him now. “Well, if you’re both here to unwind, then I’m all for it. Ino’s been going on about some mission I’m sure I don’t want to hear, and Choji’s got that look on his face like he’s going to eat the whole menu.”

Ino rolled her eyes but laughed. “I’ve been trying to tell him about this great new tea shop I found. If he’d actually listen to me for once, maybe he’d try something new instead of always going for the same  old one.”

“You’ve got a lot of nerve talking about tea!” Choji muttered, mouth full of a plate of meat. “I’ve seen you devour a whole feast before.”

Shikamaru groaned, shaking his head in mock exasperation. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you two should just open your own restaurant at this point.”

Naruto laughed, feeling the tension ease with the familiar banter of his old friends. “Maybe you should take that advice, Shikamaru. With Choji’s appetite and Ino’s recommendations, you might just make a killing.”

The cherry girl smiled at the lively conversation, a sense of comfort settling over her. Despite the oddity of the evening, with everyone scattered in their own directions lately, this felt like a return to something normal. A fleeting sense of peace before reality had a chance to hit again.

The waiter came by, taking their orders, and the group began to settle into a more relaxed atmosphere, the food and drinks doing their job in breaking the ice. For a while, they just enjoyed the company, the warm food, and the friendly chatter.

It was nice. Too nice. The kind of normal that made Naruto realize how much he missed it, how much he needed moments like this. But it wasn’t just about the food or the drinks. It was about having people around him who didn’t need anything from him other than his company.

Sasuke’s absence still lingered, but maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t have to feel like the end of everything.

As the night wore on and the laughter flowed, Sakura found herself oddly distracted. The conversation around her continued—Ino teasing Choji about his endless appetite, Shikamaru pretending not to care but offering sharp remarks about everything—but her mind wasn’t really there. It wandered, as it so often did lately.

Her gaze shifted to where Ino sat, laughing with Choji, a lightness in her expression that was impossible to ignore. She was talking animatedly, hands moving as she recounted something about Sai, and Sakura caught the way her voice softened when she said his name.

“Honestly, Sai is just so… awkward.” Ino giggled, rolling her eyes. “But it’s cute in his own way. I swear, he’s like a puzzle—just when I think I’ve figured him out, he surprises me.”

Choji snorted. “Ha! You’re totally smitten, Ino! I mean, come on, you talk about him like he’s the best thing since barbeque pork!”

Ino scoffed, nudging him with her elbow. “I am not! I just… ugh, shut up, Choji!”

Sakura chuckled, swirling her drink in her hand. “Sounds like someone’s got a crush.” She teased, watching as Ino’s expression flickered between indignant and flustered.

Ino turned her attention to Sakura, narrowing her eyes. “Oh, please, Billboard Brow, like you’re one to talk! When was the last time you even went on a date?”

Sakura rolled her eyes, but before she could fire back, Choji let out a dramatic sigh. “Man, some things never change. You two still bicker like kids.”

“Shut up, pig.” Sakura muttered, taking a sip from her glass.

“Excuse me?” Ino gasped, placing a hand over her chest in mock offense. “Did you just—?”

“You heard me, Ino-pig.”

Ino huffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Whatever, Billboard Brow.”

Choji smirked, shaking his head.

The banter did little to distract Sakura from the strange unease curling in her chest. She should’ve just laughed it off and moved on, but there was something about the way Ino’s face lit up when she talked about Sai, the way she spoke about him with that same old confidence she had always carried.

Sakura told herself it was just jealousy—jealousy that Ino had found someone first, that she had figured out what she wanted while Sakura was still… here. Still untangling emotions she couldn’t quite name.

She took another sip of her drink, forcing herself to smile, but deep down, she knew she wasn’t fooling herself.

The night had almost fallen, and the group of friends stepped out of the warmth of the bar. They laughed and chatted about their day, the occasional teasing and banter filling the air. Sakura, still lost in her thoughts about Ino, found herself growing more distracted. As they turned the corner, a shadow appeared before them, and in a fluid motion, an Anbu wearing a rat mask blocked their path. His presence was sudden, almost as if he had materialized from the night itself.

“The Hokage requires your presence.” He announced in a voice that lacked warmth.

The group exchanged confused glances. None of them recognized the jonin, and the mask obscured any identifying features. The stranger was a bit unusual in appearance—his rat-like mask gave him a mysterious aura.

“I still can’t believe Kakashi’s Hokage.” Choji muttered, scratching his head. “After the war, sure, but he spends half his time reading those ridiculous novels… What a drag.” Shikamaru added.

Ino snickered, shaking her head. “I thought Tsunade would have kept the position. But yeah, Kakashi’s got the job now.”

“It still feels strange.” Sakura said, a bit lost in her thoughts. Kakashi as Hokage… it made sense, but it was hard to picture him in that serious leadership role when he seemed so… distracted.

With a collective sigh, they followed the Anbu to the Hokage Tower. Shikamaru, in particular, could already see his evening slipping away. He had been looking forward to a quiet game of shogi with his father, followed by some well-earned rest. Instead, he was being pulled into yet another late-night obligation, knowing his mother would scold him for being late.

By the time they arrived at the tower, the last light of the sun was fading. As they entered the Hokage’s office, they found that Hinata, Kiba, Shino, and Sai were already present. Kakashi, ever the picture of ease, stood behind his desk, his ever-present orange book nowhere to be seen for once. He looked up from a mission scroll and nodded in acknowledgment.

“Good, it seems everyone is here.” Kakashi said, motioning for them to step forward. 

For Kakashi to have called three teams must be important, thought Shikamaru already feeling even more tired.

“I have an important assignment.” He began, his tone light yet firm. “There is an ongoing threat against a high-ranking noble. The details are still unclear, but intelligence suggests that someone close to them is planning an assassination. The only viable way to gather information is through infiltration.”

He let the words sink in before continuing. “The setting is within the red-light district, where geishas and courtesans operate. We need shinobi capable of blending in from the inside.”

Sakura, Ino, and Hinata exchanged glances. It was clear where this was going. “We’ll take on the roles of geishas, then?” Ino asked.

Kakashi nodded. “Precisely. However, to avoid suspicion, we also need a taikomochi, a male geisha.”

At this, everyone’s gaze shifted toward Naruto, who had been standing off to the side, casually humming to himself. As the words hit him, he froze, his relaxed posture immediately tensing. Then, in a sudden burst, he jumped up, eyes wide with shock.

“There’s no way I’m doing that!” He exclaimed, his face turning a deep shade of red.

Shikamaru, rubbing his temples, muttered. “You’ve turned into a girl so many times, what’s the problem now?”

Ino smirked. “What? Scared you won’t be pretty enough?”

Naruto bristled. “That’s not—!”

“I think you would look pretty, Naruto.” Hinata, who had been quiet since the beginning, shyly added in a soft voice. Naruto got nervous at Hinata’s coment, Kiba burst out laughing at this, while Shino stood quietly in a corner, as always.

Naruto crossed his arms, looking indignant. But even he had to admit that, out of all of them, he was the most suited to the task. Besides, he couldn’t let Ino’s taunts go unanswered.

Kakashi coughed, bringing everyone’s attention back to him.

The Hokage looked at them, ensuring they understood the seriousness of the mission. “The suspect in question, although seemingly well-positioned, has other plans. He has been meeting frequently with other nobles at a renowned ochaya, a geisha house, discussing a deadly strike that would destroy his wife’s family, allowing him to take the inheritance that rightfully belongs to her.”

Naruto raised an eyebrow, confused. “A deadly strike? What does that mean?”

“The wife is the heir to a powerful family. I supposed you have heard of Misaki Fujiwara.” Kakashi explained seriously. 

“The Fujiwara clan!” Sakura gasped.

“Who?” Asked Naruto confused.

“Really? Damn you really are something else.” Kiba smirked.

“The Fujiwara clan is very prestigious.” Shino said quietly, his monotone voice steady. “The head of the clan, Takahiro Fujiwara, is a powerful man. He owns lands in the north of the Land of Fire, as well as in other countries. He’s also known for his good heart, often donating funds to rebuild urban areas and provide shelter for the homeless.”

“If lady Misaki and her parents were to die, her husband, Takeshi Fujiwara, would inherit the fortune. And it seems this isn’t just a suspicion from the wife—he’s been openly conspiring with other nobles to ensure the plan goes through. The details of the strike are being discussed in secret, and he’s been using the ochaya as a meeting point to plan it.” Kakashi spoke calmly, but the seriousness of the situation was palpable.

“Those nobles are cowards.” Kiba commented, quickly processing the situation. “And if he’s meeting them there, it’s because he thinks no one will overhear or see them.”

“Exactly.” Kakashi nodded. “That’s why we need to infiltrate. If the noble is planning something this big, the wife fears she’ll be the next to fall. We need to gather information before it’s too late.”

“So, the mission isn’t just about protecting her? It’s also about stopping the strike?” Ino asked, realizing the complexity of the task.

“Yes.” Kakashi replied. “It’s a delicate operation. We need to infiltrate to uncover the details of his meetings with the other nobles and stop the plan before it’s put into action. And since the noble has no interest in taikomochis. It’s vital that one of you infiltrates as such. Naruto, you’re the only one who can do this effectively.”

Naruto frowned, frustrated but also aware of the mission’s importance. “This is insane!”

Sai, without showing any emotion, added. “It’s the only way to access the noble’s inner circle without raising suspicion. It’s a dangerous mission, but with your skills, Naruto, we have the best chance of success.”

Kakashi finished, his voice firm. “What we’re doing here is more than just infiltration. We’re preventing a tragedy and protecting a family. Don’t underestimate what’s at stake.”

The silence in the room was heavy, but the weight of the mission bore down on some more than others.

Kakashi clapped his hands together. “Good. That settles it. You all leave tomorrow.”

~To be continued~

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The first rays of sunlight stretched over Konoha, golden and soft, painting the rooftops in muted fire. The village stirred, yet in some corners, sleep still lingered like a stubborn mist.

Naruto had been awake long before dawn. Lying on his futon, staring at the ceiling, he had counted the cracks in the wood more times than he cared to admit. Sleep had eluded him, slipping through his grasp like smoke. He sighed, pushing himself up. There was no point in trying anymore.

He moved through his small apartment with practiced ease—wrapping his hands, adjusting his forehead protector, tightening the straps of his gear. His reflection in the mirror met him with a tired gaze. He huffed and forced a smile, ruffling his own hair as if to shake off the unease.

Elsewhere in the village, Sakura stood before her mirror, deft fingers securing her forehead protector in place. She tilted her head, adjusting the knot, then exhaled sharply. The reflection staring back at her was calm, composed—strong. She needed to be.

In the Hyūga compound, Hinata moved with quiet efficiency. She fastened the clasps on her clothes, smoothing the fabric as she took a steadying breath. Outside, the first hints of morning light filtered through the paper screens, casting delicate patterns across the floor.

Shikamaru, on the other hand, remained sprawled out on his bed, staring at the ceiling as if contemplating life itself. He groaned, dragging a hand down his face before rolling onto his side. “Troublesome.” He muttered, though he knew he’d be up soon enough.

Sai, ever precise, had been up before any of them. He tightened the straps of his pack, glancing out the window to observe the shifting colors of the sky. His brush lay beside his inkstone, an unfinished sketch still drying. He did not linger.

Choji just finished his breakfast while Ino bid farewell to her parents.

Kiba and Shino emerged from the training grounds, Akamaru trotting beside them. Kiba smirked, cracking his knuckles. “Another day, another mission, huh?”

Shino remained silent, but his presence alone was enough to confirm his readiness.

The village moved, the day began, and one by one, they stepped forward—each carrying their own thoughts, their own burdens, and their own unspoken expectations.

Shikamaru, predictably, arrived with the air of someone who had been very reluctantly pulled from his futon. “Did it have to be this early?” He grumbled to no one in particular.

Sai was already waiting, ever punctual, an unreadable smile on his face.

They all started arriving and gathered in a secluded alcove near the village gates as the early morning light bathed Konoha in gentle gold.  Their expressions shifting from lingering drowsiness to sharp focus. 

This wasn’t just any mission—this was an A-rank assignment, one that demanded precision, discretion, and control. A noble family’s protection was at stake, and any mistake, no matter how small, could have severe consequences.

Naruto exhaled, watching as the others took their positions. The weight of responsibility settled over him—not unfamiliar, but heavy nonetheless.

Shikamaru, calm and authoritative, stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over his comrades as if reading each of their thoughts.

“Alright.” Shikamaru began, his voice carrying just enough power to pull everyone’s attention. “We’ll need to be efficient. This mission requires precision and discretion. No mistakes.”

He glanced at the group, making sure they were paying attention.

“The girls will take the lead, blending in as geishas. You’ll be able to access the inner circles and gather information discreetly. Ino, Sakura and Hinata you three will take the front. Keep your movements subtle and gather whatever you can from the nobles’ conversations.” Shikamaru said.

Naruto raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. He was used to the plan being this meticulous by now.

“Naruto.” Shikamaru continued, “You’ll be our taikomochi. Your role is to entertain and distract—make them forget to notice what’s really going on. You’ve got the skills for it, just… don’t cause too much of a scene.” Naruto indignant protested at that last part.

Shikamaru then turned to Akamaru and Kiba, who stood ready at the edge of the group. “Akamaru and Kiba, you two will trail the nobles if they make any sudden moves. Follow their scent and report back immediately.”

Kiba grinned and gave a thumbs up. “Leave it to us, boss! We’ll stay right on their tail.”

“Choji.” Shikamaru said, turning to his old friend. “You and me will take the perimeter. We’ll keep an eye out for anything suspicious while the others gather intel. We can’t afford to let anyone slip by unnoticed.”

Choji, who had been munching on a bag of chips, nodded and put the snack away. “Got it, Shikamaru. We’ll keep things covered.”

Finally, he looked lazily toward Shino. “And Shino, your insects are perfect for silent espionage. Get close enough to overhear every whispered word they exchange. The details you gather will allow me to map out a precise counter-plan.”

Shino, standing quietly to the side, gave his customary nod. His gaze was unwavering, as if already planning the movement of his bugs in his mind.

A moment of silence followed as each member absorbed their orders. In that quiet pause, the early light caught the determination in their eyes— Sakura’s focused expression as she adjusted her attire, Hinata’s gentle resolve, Ino’s quiet confidence, Naruto’s conflicted gaze, Akamaru’s alert stance beside Kiba, Shikamaru’s thoughtful frown, Choji’s unwavering loyalty, and Shino’s silent precision as his insects dispersed like shadows.

With the plan laid out, Shikamaru surveyed the group once more, making sure everyone understood their roles. 

“Remember.” Shikamaru continued, his voice cutting through the stillness. “The moment we get any useful information, we move fast. We don’t know who we’re dealing with yet, so stay alert. Don’t trust anyone unless they prove they’re on our side. Stick to your roles, keep alert, and trust the plan.”

The team set off again, moving through the forest at a steady pace, the weight of their roles settling in as they approached their destination. The noble family they were tasked with protecting had enemies, that much was clear. And they were about to find out just how dangerous those enemies could be.

The journey took several hours, the dense forest gradually giving way to the outskirts of Shukuba Town. The air felt different here—heavier, tinged with the scent of incense, food, and a faint undercurrent of tension that seemed to hang just beneath the surface. This was a pleasure district, after all, where the lives of the wealthy and influential intertwined with the shadowy dealings of the underworld.

As the team approached the outskirts of the town, the landscape shifted. The traditional, peaceful countryside gave way to the bustling streets of Shukuba, filled with brightly lit lanterns, the soft hum of music, and the constant chatter of voices. Narrow streets wound between charming teahouses and exotic shops, each offering something more enticing than the last. Here, every shadow told a story, and every corner held a secret.

The heart of the district was just ahead—Somaru Maiko, the most prestigious ochaya in the area. Its reputation for hosting high-ranking clients and powerful nobles was well-known. The building itself stood at the center of the town, elegantly designed, with a facade of dark wood and paper lanterns. Inside, it was rumored to be a place where secrets were bought and sold as freely as tea.

Shikamaru scanned the surroundings, his eyes narrowing as he took in the layout. “This is it!” Kiba muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Somaru Maiko. Our mission’s waiting inside.” Hinata whispered, suddenly she was feeling nervous.

As the team gathered in a quiet alcove near the entrance of Somaru Maiko, Ino couldn’t help but break the silence.

“Shikamaru, how on earth are we going to get permission to slip inside this place? I mean, it’s Somaru Maiko—one of the most exclusive ochaya in Shukuba Town!” She asked, a mix of curiosity and disbelief in her tone.

Shikamaru offered a lazy, knowing shrug before answering in his measured, unhurried drawl. “Kakashi handled that. He made a deal with the Okā-san, the owner.”

Naruto’s eyes narrowed. “A deal? What did she want?”

Shikamaru’s gaze drifted toward the ornate facade of the ochaya, as if recalling a conversation half-remembered. “Apparently, the proprietor is as shrewd as she is renowned. She requested a favor in exchange for granting us entry. There’s been some trouble with unruly nobles and a rival faction stirring up mischief in her establishment. Kakashi promised to discreetly handle that mess.”

Choji paused, letting the early morning light catch the faint smirk on his face. “So, we get to infiltrate, and in return, we help her keep her business running smoothly. It’s all part of the plan.”

Sakura grumbled, shaking her head. “Great… a favor for a favor. I guess even an A-rank mission has its odd price.”

Shikamaru’s tone was as casual as ever. “You’re only as good as the deals your Hokage can strike. Besides, it gives us another edge—insiders are less likely to ask too many questions.”

The rest of the team remained silent, each member acutely aware of the importance of their roles. Sakura, Hinata and Ino dressed in their geisha attire, adjusted their obi and make up, preparing for their entrance. They moved with quiet grace, blending in with the lively atmosphere of the district. Their role was to mingle with the elite guests, gain their trust, and extract whatever information they could. They knew the game here—speak little, observe much, and never underestimate anyone.

Naruto, on the other hand, felt a mix of curiosity and irritation as he adjusted his taikomochi attire—far too formal for his taste, but it was part of the job. He would use his charm, his exaggerated mannerisms, and his presence to make himself memorable to the nobles. It wasn’t exactly his style, but he knew how to play the part.

“Stay sharp.” Shikamaru murmured, his eyes still scanning the area. “The mission’s just beginning.”

With that, the team moved toward a hidden entrance in Somaru Maiko, their roles clear but their nerves sharpened. Inside, a web of intrigue awaited them—one they would have to navigate carefully if they hoped to uncover the truth and protect the noble family at the heart of it all.

The sun has set since as they entered the ochaya. 

Once inside the ornate foyer of Somaru Maiko, the atmosphere shifted as the team was summoned by the Okā-san, the formidable owner of the establishment. Her gaze swept over the assembled group—and it wasn’t a look of welcome. Standing before her, she recoiled at the sight of Naruto, whose disheveled appearance and bare, unadorned face clashed horribly with the refined ambiance of her teahouse. The three girls, too, bore signs of hasty preparation, their makeup was haphazard, lacking the meticulous artistry that her patrons expected.

“What is this?" Okā-san's voice rang out, sharp with disapproval. "If you present yourselves like this, you will ruin my reputation." Her eyes narrowed, and without missing a beat, she ordered, "Fix yourselves immediately, and put a glove on that ugly, bandaged arm—you can't show that, you brat.”

There was a pause as the team exchanged embarrassed glances. Shikamaru merely sighed in his measured way, while Naruto muttered under his breath, clearly frustrated by yet another twist in their mission.

Okā-san’s tone softened slightly as she continued. “I will allow you to remain here to conduct your… business, but only if you deal with the troublesome clients and help me attract more fame to Somaru Maiko. My establishment thrives on perfection and allure. In return for permitting your covert operations, you must perform in a way that enhances my reputation, not diminishes it.”

She then detailed the strict protocols of her illustrious ochaya, outlining the etiquette and decorum expected of every geisha who graced its halls. “You will follow these rules without question.” She said, her voice a blend of command and caution.

Lowering her voice conspiratorially, Okā-san leaned in. “Now, pay close attention.” She instructed. “The husband of Lady Fujiwara typically appears in Room 3 at precisely nine in the evening. Right now, it’s seven o’clock, so you have almost two hours, but I want you four to work for me as part of the payment we negotiated.” She commented sharply. “My own geishas have gathered troubling whispers—rumors not only of a plot to murder the family for the inheritance, but of something even darker lurking beneath the surface.” The elegant woman leaned in and whispered, her words laced with secrecy, just in case there were unwanted ears listening behind the thin walls.

Her words hung in the air, mingling with the faint scent of incense and cherry blossoms. “Remember.” She added, her tone final. “Any misstep will not only jeopardize your mission but will tarnish the legacy of Somaru Maiko.”

With that, Okā-san pivoted gracefully, leaving the team with the weight of her expectations and the murmur of secrets echoing through the polished corridors. The mission, it seemed, had grown even more intricate—and the stakes, infinitely higher.

Suddenly, a graceful group of seasoned geishas entered the room, interrupting their thoughts. They began meticulously adjusting the attire and makeup of Sakura, Ino, and Hinata—and even Naruto, whose reluctant expression had been softened by expertly applied cosmetics and a carefully tailored kimono. Now, the team looked every bit the part required for their mission in this prestigious establishment.

Gathered in a quiet room of Somaru Maiko, away from the main hall’s prying eyes, the atmosphere was charged with both anticipation and nervous energy. The soft rustle of silken garments and the subtle scent of incense set a refined backdrop for their whispered conversation.

Naruto leaned against a carved wooden pillar, his eyes still reflecting a trace of disbelief as he murmured. “You know, Ero-sennin used to come to places like this all the time. I even had to sneak in once just to get him out so I could keep training… but I never really figured out how all this worked.”

Shino calmly spoke—a rare moment in his usually mysterious demeanor. “Okaya or tea houses...” He began, his voice measured and steady. “…are not merely establishments for leisure. They are carefully constructed worlds, with each detail designed to evoke refinement and subtle intrigue.”

He gestured lightly with a hand, as if painting a picture in the air. “Typically, a tea house like Somaru Maiko is divided into several rooms. One room is dedicated to quiet conversation, with an intimate setting. Another is reserved for musical performances—where geishas perform delicate dances and play traditional instruments. Then there are rooms for more private encounters, all arranged meticulously with tatami mats, decorative screens, and seasonal motifs that change with the passing months.”

Sakura interjected softly. “So, they aren’t just entertainers… they’re guardians of tradition and subtle artistry?”

“Precisely.” Shino replied, his tone steady. “The geishas, trained from a young age, learn the art of charm and discretion. Their performances are designed to disarm their guests, to coax secrets from them in an environment of cultivated beauty. Every gesture, every note of a song, is meant to lower the guard of even the most formidable patron.”

Naruto shifted uncomfortably, still grappling with the irony of his role. “And here I am, playing the part of a taikomochi.” He muttered. “Not exactly my idea of fun.”

Shino’s eyes flickered briefly in what might have been amusement. “You are charming and likeable, Naruto. Even if you despise the closeness this role demands, it is precisely that allure which will open doors—and ears—to the whispers of our enemy.”

The team fell silent for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts about the delicate balance between duty and personal discomfort. Outside, the soft hum of Shukuba Town in the early evening provided a subtle reminder that time was of the essence.

Afterward, they took their positions.

Hinata, Ino, Sakura, and Naruto began to plan a way to charm the nobles.

Kiba and Akamaru took their positions at the perimeter, watching for any sign of trouble. They blended into the crowd effortlessly, their natural instincts guiding them as they kept a sharp eye on their surroundings. Kiba’s sharp senses and Akamaru’s heightened tracking abilities would be invaluable if anything went awry.

Shino, true to his word, had already begun using his insects to infiltrate the area, moving silently through the shadows. He had a gift for remaining unnoticed, even in the most crowded spaces. His silent communication with his bugs was seamless—whispers in the form of delicate movements and subtle vibrations, alerting him to the smallest shifts in the environment.

Choji and Shikamaru positioned themselves further back, near the outskirts of the district, where they could observe without drawing attention. Shikamaru scanned the crowd, his mind already working through the possible contingencies. It wasn’t just the nobles they needed to watch. Pleasure districts like this were often riddled with hidden dangers—rivals, spies, and opportunists who would capitalize on any sign of weakness.

Their minds now focused on the mission ahead—the need to learn everything they could about the dark schemes unfolding within the noble circles of this pleasure district. In the back of their thoughts, the stakes were clear: failure was not an option when so much rested on uncovering the secrets whispered behind closed doors.

~To be continued~

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The air in the ochaya was thick with the scent of incense and delicate perfumes, masking the underlying tension that hummed beneath the surface.

Naruto stood in front of the mirror as the geishas helped him adjust his attire with the confidence of someone who had mastered the art of wearing even the most extravagant disguises without losing their charm. The beautiful velvet kimono hugged his body perfectly, its deep oranges and whites sharply contrasting with the delicate touches of his makeup. His lips, painted a soft shade of coral, accentuated their natural fullness, giving them a slightly exaggerated but undeniably captivating allure. The makeup around his eyes was flawless, the soft hues of gold and brown drawing attention to the brilliant aquamarine depth of his eyes, like two pools of ocean water. The striking contrast between his vibrant kimono and subtle makeup created an aura of elegance that was almost impossible to ignore.

On his right arm, he wore a long, black velvet glove, a detail that brought the outfit together with a final touch of mysterious grace. The geishas had carefully chosen every aspect of the look, each element an intricate part of a mask designed to draw attention but also conceal.

As Naruto made his way to join the group, the reactions were immediate.

Hinata, who had been nervously fidgeting with her hands, blushed fiercely when she caught sight of him. “You look… beautiful, Naruto.” She stammered, unable to hide the admiration in her voice.

Naruto, slightly flustered, rubbed the back of his head in habit, though the gesture lost some of its usual roughness due to his new refined appearance. “Tch, I still don’t get why I had to dress up like this, you know!” He grumbled, though he couldn’t ignore the way the others were staring.

Ino, who had been gazing at Naruto with an unexpected interest, froze for a moment, before shaking her head in disbelief. “I hate to admit it, but he’s not half bad.” She huffed, narrowing her eyes as if begrudgingly acknowledging something she’d rather not.

Sakura, on the other hand, was mesmerized by Naruto’s transformation, her jaw slightly hanging open at the sight of him. But as her gaze shifted from him to Ino, she found herself just as captivated by the other woman. Ino’s flawless makeup, the deep red adorning her delicate lips, her elegant appearance in a pastel lavender kimono, and the way her golden hair cascaded perfectly down her shoulders had Sakura entranced. It was a beauty that seemed both ethereal and commanding, something Sakura hadn’t expected to be so drawn to.

Ino noticed Sakura’s admiration and smirked softly. “I can see you’re more interested in me than in him, eh? Billboard broad?” She teased, her voice smooth as honey, before turning her gaze back to Naruto. “Though, I admit, he does have a certain charm—” 

“You wish, pig,” Sakura muttered, crossing her arms. She could feel the heat rising in her chest, though whether it was irritation or something else, she wasn’t sure. ‘Why do I even care? It’s just Ino. Ugh.’

“What did you say, forehead witch!” They got closer as they started wrestling. 

Meanwhile, Hinata, still blushing, shifted her focus from Naruto’s appearance to the others. 

“Um… G-Girls, maybe we should calm down?” Hinata murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her lavender kimono, delicate with floral patterns, paired beautifully with her own understated makeup. She was the image of grace, every movement accentuating her gentle nature.

As Sakura and Ino seemed to calm down, the cherry girl was the only one to deviate from the theme of pastel colors, had opted for a deep crimson kimono. It was a stark contrast to the soft hues of the others, a statement of her fiery personality. The kimono, adorned with intricate silver designs, matched her bold and determined character. Yet, beneath her fierce exterior, she couldn’t help but be drawn into the softer elements of the other girls’ beauty.

It was in that moment that Naruto realized, despite the strange competition, there was something deeper at play—something more than appearances. As they moved closer to the heart of their mission, these subtle dynamics would become even more important. But for now, he couldn’t help but feel the thrill of the attention on him, even as his eyes occasionally flicked toward the intriguing tension between Sakura and Ino.

Sakura gaze casually drifted toward Hinata. “Though, honestly… I think Hinata looks even more stunning.”

Hinata gasped softly, her already pink cheeks darkening into a deeper shade of crimson. “W-What?! N-no, I—”

Ino’s smirk deepened, but there was something unreadable in her eyes. She tapped her manicured nails against the table before adding, “She’s got a point. Hinata is like a delicate flower after all, huh?”

Naruto blinked before grinning. “Yeah, Hinata looks great!”

Hinata, now completely flustered, covered her face with her hands. “S-stop it! You’re just saying that!”

Sakura chuckled, amused by Hinata’s reaction but unable to deny how effortlessly beautiful she looked. The deep red of her lips, the soft glow of her skin, the way her dark hair framed her face… There was something undeniably captivating about her. She was ethereal.

Yet, no matter how breathtaking the moment seemed, reality pressed in around them. The ochaya’s air was thick with incense and perfume, masking the dangerous game of power and secrets beneath the refined conversations. The clock neared half past seven, a time when the night’s machinations were only just beginning. Every whispered word among the nobles hinted at conspiracies far beyond a mere protective detail.

Naruto, still riding the thrill of his taikomochi persona, moved not too gracefully among the guests. Every courteous nod and smile carried unspoken implications. As he approached a table occupied by a group of influential noblemen, one man—a figure with an icy gaze and a finely chiseled face—fixed his attention on Naruto. There was something unsettling in that look, as if he recognized not just the charming disguise, but the very spirit of Konoha, and perhaps a link to darker memories.

Meanwhile, Ino had slipped away to converse with a distinguished noblewoman draped in silken layers of lavender. Their low, deliberate voices floated fragments of dangerous secrets—phrases like “hidden hand” and “destabilizing” emerged, hinting at a plot that was intricately woven into the power struggles of the village. It was becoming clear that the noble family they were meant to protect was merely a pawn in a grander scheme.

Across the room, Sakura, resplendent in a bold crimson kimono adorned with silver designs, mingled among the high-ranking guests. Her heart-shaped, thin lips were painted a striking red, and her eyeshadow accentuated her vivid viridian-green eyes. Though she clumsily served tea, her radiant smile and sharp tongue ensured no one took notice. She absorbed every snippet of conversation, uncovering brewing conflicts between feudal lords and whispers of corruption deep within Konoha’s government. Slowly, the pieces began to form a grim picture, Mr. Fujiwara, the noble husband with dark ambitions, was orchestrating a deadly conspiracy. He had arranged a clandestine gathering in Room 3 at nine o’clock—a meeting that, if allowed to proceed, would seal the noble family’s fate and shake the very foundations of Konoha.

At a discreet vantage point, Shikamaru observed the unfolding scene with his usual analytical detachment. Alongside him, Kiba and Choji maintained silent patrols near the entrances and secluded corridors, ever watchful but unable to communicate directly without blowing their cover. Instead, Shino had already dispatched his swarm of specialized insects. These tiny, nearly invisible messengers darted along walls and ceilings, gathering whispers and tracking movements through the labyrinthine passages of Somaru Maiko.

Every subtle vibration and fleeting shadow caught by Shino’s insects added urgency to Shikamaru’s thoughts. The intel was converging: the conspiracies were deeper and more treacherous than anyone had anticipated. Takeshi’s upcoming meeting was not merely a power play—it was a prelude to regicide, a meticulously orchestrated plan to eradicate the noble family and seize control of vast influence. The delicate balance of power in Konoha now hung by a thread.

The groups’s charming facade, once a tool for lighthearted distraction, was now attracting attention from figures with lethal intent. The mysterious noble with the chilling gaze, the conspiracies whispered in hushed tones, and even the rivalries among the geishas—all converged into a single. Dangerous truth, the mission had evolved from protection into a battle against a shadowy cabal.

As the night deepened, every smile and every whispered word assumed a weight far greater than it once had. The ornate beauty of Somaru Maiko masked a treacherous web of deceit. With Shikamaru’s silent planning, Kiba and Choji’s vigilant patrols, and Shino’s insect reconnaissance painting a clearer picture of the impending coup, the team braced for what was coming. In this deadly dance of politics and power, every secret uncovered—and every trust betrayed—would ultimately determine the fate of Konoha.

As the team gradually reconvened in a quiet alcove near one of the ochaya’s secluded corridors, the tension in the air thickened. They discreetly gathered in a corner of the intricate hallways to exchange updates from their separate observations. In that hushed moment of collaboration, Ino found herself the unintended focus of a leering gaze.

A nobleman, his eyes glinting with a mix of arrogance and desire, sidled up to her with an overly familiar smile. “My dear.” He began in a silky tone that belied his intentions. “It seems fate has brought us together tonight. Would you honor me with a dance—or perhaps a private room?”

Before Ino could muster a polite refusal, Sakura’s eyes flashed with protective determination. In an instant, the fiery-haired geisha stepped forward, positioning herself between the silver-gold beauty and the intrusive noble. Her voice, firm yet refined, cut through the murmurs of the room. “I suggest you choose your words more carefully, sir.” She said coolly, her tone leaving no room for misinterpretation. “Our companions here are not to be trifled with.”

The noble’s face twisted with indignation as he straightened his posture, his voice rising in a coarse tone. “You insolent wenches! How dare you interfere! I’ll be filing a complaint with the owner, and you’ll regret this insolence!” His words dripped with contempt as he glared at Sakura and Ino.

Ino, standing nearby with a knowing smirk, leaned toward Sakura and whispered, “We’re really screwed if the mistress finds out about this. But seriously, thank you, Sakura—for real.” Her tone carried both softness and concern, a silent acknowledgment of the risks involved.

Naruto, who had been observing the scene with a mix of irritation and protective fury, clenched his fists and muttered under his breath. “I swear, I want to knock that pervert out of here! Believe it!” His playful tone now sharpened by the righteous anger that bubbled beneath his charm.

As the noble stormed away with a huff, the tension in that corner of Somaru Maiko only deepened. The interplay of insults and veiled threats underscored the dangerous web of power and pride that entangled the night’s proceedings. For a moment, amid the swirling conspiracies and whispered secrets, the bonds among the team shone through—a silent promise to protect one another no matter the cost.

Hours passed, and as the night deepened, a palpable shift spread through Somaru Maiko. The gentle hum of conversation dwindled into wary murmurs when, with a deliberate and measured step, the husband of Lady Fujiwara entered the main hall. Clad in impeccably dark attire that accentuated his stern demeanor, he exuded an air of authority and latent menace that immediately stilled the room.

His eyes, cold and calculating, swept over the assembled nobles with a predator’s precision. It was clear that his arrival was far from a mere formality. He was here to assert his dominance and further his clandestine plans—a gathering in Room 3 at nine o’clock loomed on the horizon, a meeting that would seal the fate of the noble family and send ripples of instability through Konoha.

From their hidden positions, the team watched with heightened vigilance. Sakura’s eyes narrowed as he analyzed every measured step and subtle gesture, mentally cataloging potential threats. Naruto’s pulse quickened, the realization that this was the man orchestrating the conspiracy hit him like a cold splash of water. The intensity in the stranger’s gaze suggested that he was not only aware of the undercurrents of betrayal but was ready to use them to his advantage—by any means necessary.

Ino, Sakura, and Hinata exchanged tense glances. Their earlier skirmish with the intrusive noble now seemed like a distant prelude to a far more dangerous game. The arrival of Lady Fujiwara’s husband had elevated the stakes to a level where every secret and every whispered word could trigger devastating consequences.

As the imposing figure made his way toward a secluded alcove—presumably to prepare for the imminent gathering in Room 3—the team braced themselves. In that charged moment, it was evident that the night was about to plunge into a deeper labyrinth of treachery and political intrigue, where every move could tip the delicate balance between order and chaos for Konoha.

Hurriedly, they left the hallway. The three girls, along with Naruto and Shikamaru, gathered in a secluded corner, a private room in the ochaya. Dim light flickered from lanterns, casting shadows on the walls. The nobles were still filtering in, their laughter and murmurs drifting through the walls like a murky fog. Shikamaru leaned back against the bar, arms crossed, watching the room with his usual lack of enthusiasm.

“Alright.” Sakura began, her voice calm but firm. “We need to make sure we don’t draw attention, but we also need to find out as much as possible. The goal is to separate Fujiwara’s allies and see who’s involved in this scheme.”

Hinata spoke softly, her voice laced with hesitation. “When I was little, I learned to play the koto. Perhaps it could help?”

Sakura’s eyes brightened in relief. “That’s wonderful, Hinata. A good performance will help sell our facade.”

Ino leaned back, a wry smile tugging at her lips. “I’m not terrible at the shamisen either.” She mused. “My family kind of forced me, though I tried to escape every chance I got. I suppose I’m glad I stuck with it now, since it’s coming in handy.” She chuckled softly, recalling the countless headaches she had once caused her poor father.

Sakura’s gaze was firm as she looked at her teammates. “Well, my mom always told me I have a beautiful voice, so I’ll take the role of the singer.” She paused for a moment, her fingers lightly brushing the table as her resolve solidified. Her eyes glinted with quiet determination. “I’ll be called Chiharu—‘A Thousand Springs.’”

Hinata’s face flushed a delicate rose as she glanced furtively at Naruto. With a trembling whisper, laden with shyness and something more, she murmured. “Um, Naruto… perhaps you could be Haruto—‘Sunlight flying’? It—it seems to capture your radiance.”

Naruto’s mischievous grin softened into something warm as he nodded. “Haruto it is! Thank you Hinata!” He replied, his tone light yet appreciative.

Leaning back with his customary nonchalance, Shikamaru remarked dryly, “Just make sure your ‘sunlight’ doesn’t outshine our subtle symphony tonight.”

Ino offered a playful smile. “Then call me Hanae—‘Blessing of Flowers’ It suits me perfectly for our disguise.”

“Then you could be Tsukiko—‘Moon Child.’ You remind me of the moonlight—calm, steady, and quietly alluring.” Sakura said softly to Hinata, who flushed and looked away, clearly embarrassed by the compliment.

Sakura’s gaze then swept over the group as she continued, her tone turning earnest. “This isn’t merely a performance—it’s our shield and our sword. Every note we sing and every string we pluck will lure out the secrets hidden behind these facades. By keeping our true identities hidden behind these aliases, we can uncover the information we need about Fujiwara’s conspiracy without drawing undue attention.”

A thoughtful silence settled over the secluded room as the weight of their plan sank in. Their new names were more than simple disguises—they were the opening notes of a symphony of deceit, ready to expose the corruption lurking within Konoha’s noble circles.

Breaking the quiet, Naruto grinned and, with his hands on his hips, declared. “Got it! I’ll just charm them all into spilling their secrets, right?”

Sakura shook her head with a small smile. “Not exactly. You’re going to distract them, get them to underestimate you. The more they see you as just a harmless fool, the more they’ll end up talking.”

Ino added with a knowing smirk. “Sakura’s right. If they let their guard down around you, they’ll reveal their true intentions. Just keep them occupied and play the perfect court fool.”

Naruto puffed out his chest, a little insulted, but understanding the strategy. “So I’ll be their clown, huh?”

Sakura nodded. “Exactly. Play the fool, let them think you’re all show and no brains. Keep them talking, get them to drop their guard. We’re after information, not just a performance.”

“And make sure no one notices what you’re really up to. If they figure out we’re gathering intel, things will get complicated.” Ino added. 

Shikamaru, standing near the door, observed the scene with a furrowed brow. “I can’t be in the room with you.” He said, his tone grim. “I’ll be outside, keeping an eye on things. If anything goes wrong, I’ll coordinate, but communication’s going to be difficult.”

Sakura shot him a sharp look. “Just stay focused. We can’t afford to be detected, and we’ll need you to make quick decisions if something goes sideways.”

“Oh?! Who’s the leader now?” Ino whistled with a playful grin.

With that, the team broke off, each member moving toward their assigned task. Hinata, Sakura, Ino, and Naruto blended into the crowd while Shikamaru slipped out of the back entrance, his mind already calculating the possibilities.

As Naruto wandered through the hall, he kept an eye on the nobles, watching for any opportunity to engage them without seeming too forward. His natural charisma worked in his favor—he was quickly drawn into conversation, his charm weaving an invisible thread that entangled the guests without their awareness.

Meanwhile, Sakura, scanning the room with a sharp eye, noticed a group of men engaged in low conversation near the far wall. She could make out a few key names among them—nobles from distant regions and influential businessmen. It was clear that the power structures within this gathering went beyond mere political alliances.

But then, as she moved to eavesdrop more closely, she noticed something unsettling. A man she didn’t see in the evening—Hiroshi Yamada—stood among the group, his cold eyes scanning the crowd. His presence was commanding, and his very aura seemed to shift the atmosphere around him. Sakura’s eyes narrowed. She had heard of Yamada before. He was no ordinary noble—he was a warlord with deep connections to figures far outside Konoha. She could feel the weight of his influence in the room.

Naruto, still mingling with the crowd, caught sight of Yamada as well. A chill ran down his spine when their eyes briefly locked. There was something deeply unsettling about the way Yamada looked at him, as though he could see right through Naruto, as if he knew there was more to him than just the persona he was playing tonight.

“Sakura,” Naruto started, but was quickly cut off.

“Shh… you idiot! I’m Chiharu here!” Sakura hissed, her voice a mix of exasperation and urgency.

“Oh, fuck! You’re right, sorry. It’s hard to get used to, you know? So, Chiharu.” Naruto gestured over his shoulder, his voice dropping to a hushed tone. “That guy there next to the Fuji—Fujiwara, well next to the suspect. The one who looks like he could freeze you with just a stare… he’s here. And the target is talking to him.”

“Hiroshi Yamada?” Sakura asked, her eyebrows furrowing in thought.

“Yes, ‘Hachada’! The stone face!” Naruto replied with a quick nod.

Sakura quickly glanced over, her face tightening with realization. “I thought so. Fujiwara’s been trying to get closer to him for what i can tell. This changes things.”

Ino moved toward them, a concerned expression on her face. “What’s going on? Who’s Yamada?”

Sakura gave a subtle shake of her head. “Yamada is dangerous. He’s not just a noble—he has connections with warlords, mercenaries, and even shadowy figures outside Konoha. Fujiwara’s trying to allure him, but this could be more than just political maneuvering. It’s a much bigger game than we thought.”

Ino furrowed her brow. “So Fujiwara’s been trying to get him on his side? And now he’s finally succeeded?”

Sakura nodded. “Probably, we need to keep our eyes on them. If Fujiwara and Yamada are in cahoots, things could get… complicated. We don’t know the full extent of their plans yet, but we need to find out, and fast.”

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Naruto cracked his knuckles. “I’ll keep them talking. If Fujiwara’s playing Yamada, I’ll keep the others distracted while you figure out what their next move is.”

Meanwhile, outside the building, Shikamaru kept his distance, watching the steady flow of people arriving. He couldn’t directly communicate with the team, but he was relying on them to keep their wits about them. His mind was already working out the various scenarios—who might be plotting, who could betray them, and who to keep an eye on. He could feel the weight of the mission bearing down on him.

Inside the hall, as the nobles continued to filter in, Naruto took his first step toward his role. He approached a small group of well-dressed guests, throwing them a wide grin. His words were laced with charm, but his mind was sharp. Every gesture, every word he spoke, was part of a careful strategy—to gather information without revealing his true purpose.

But as he did so, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the game was much bigger than just the mission. This was no simple assassination plot. Fujiwara had ties to a dangerous underworld, and Yamada’s involvement was proof of it. The stakes were rising higher than any of them had expected.

As the evening wore on, the atmosphere inside Somaru Maiko grew heavier with each passing moment. The nobles continued their mingling, lost in the music and ‘Haruto’’s tales, the low hum of conversation a backdrop to the more subtle exchanges happening in the corners of the room. But it was the interaction between Fujiwara’s husband and the imposing figure of Hiroshi Yamada that drew the most attention, even if it went unnoticed by the majority of the crowd.

Lady Misaki’s husband, a man known for his sharp tongue and ambition, was growing increasingly persistent in his conversation with Yamada. He leaned in closer, his voice hushed but urgent as he attempted to sway the powerful warlord. Yamada, for his part, remained unmoved, his icy gaze scanning the room with a disinterested air, as if the conversation was nothing more than a passing annoyance.

Naruto, now fully aware of the gravity of the situation, kept his distance from the two men, watching the scene unfold. He could feel the tension in the air, thick enough to cut with a knife. The conversation between Fujiwara’s husband and Yamada was becoming a game of verbal chess, each move calculated with the precision of men who understood the value of power.

“What exactly is it that you want from me?” Fujiwara’s husband asked, his tone now turning more urgent, almost pleading. His usual calm demeanor had slipped, revealing the frustration simmering beneath the surface. “I’m offering you the support you need. You’ll have everything you could possibly desire—money, influence. Why refuse my assistance?”

Yamada, unfazed, took a sip from his drink, his dark blue eyes never leaving Fujiwara’s husband. He wasn’t impressed by the man’s offers. The warlord wasn’t one to be swayed by material promises or fleeting displays of power.

“Support? You have nothing to offer me that I don’t already have.” Yamada replied coolly, in a low rumble. His words were deliberate, the undertone of his voice suggesting a man who was rarely moved by the empty promises of others. “What I want, Fujiwara, is something more valuable. Money, influence—they’re fleeting. They don’t last.”

Mr. Fujiwara leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a near whisper. “Then what is it you want? Name your price.”

For a long moment, Yamada said nothing, as if contemplating the request. His gaze shifted over to Naruto, who was chatting with a group of nobles, all the while keeping a watchful eye on the men across the room. Yamada’s eyes narrowed slightly, studying the young taikomochi as if weighing his value in a different kind of currency.

“It’s not money or power I desire.” Yamada said finally, his voice laced with something dark and predatory. “I want to see who the real players are, who stands behind the masks and who dares to reveal themselves. Monotony is what kills a man, this ‘taikomochi’—” he paused, his gaze returning to Naruto. “—interests me. What’s behind his charming facade, I wonder? And what is he really doing here?”

Fujiwara’s husband was caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation. He knew he had to be careful, tread lightly. Yamada was known for his unpredictable nature, and now the warlord had a different agenda entirely.

“Are you suggesting you want to use him?” Fujiwara’s husband asked, his voice faltering just slightly. “Haruto? He’s just a fool playing the part. He’s nothing more than an entertainer. No threat.”

Yamada’s lips curled into a faint smile, one that was more dangerous than inviting. “You underestimate him. He’s more than that. And he’s far more valuable than you realize. Maybe you should be more concerned with him than you are with me.”

Fujiwara’s husband shifted uncomfortably at the comment, his mind racing as he tried to salvage the conversation. He could feel the weight of Yamada’s gaze on him, and for the first time that evening, he wasn’t sure whether the warlord was still on his side or not.

“I don’t have time for games, Yamada. If you want him, take him. But I need your support, now. This isn’t the time for doubts.”

Yamada leaned back slightly, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. “Support?” He repeated, the word heavy with meaning. “Your support means nothing to me. What I need is to know where you stand in this. Your true alliances. Your true intentions. I want to see how far you’re willing to go. Then we’ll talk.”

Fujiwara’s husband clenched his fists but kept his composure. He understood now that this conversation wouldn’t be about easy bargains or simple promises. Yamada wasn’t interested in bribery or negotiation. No, Yamada wanted something far more intricate—something Fujiwara wasn’t ready to give up just yet.

The tension between the two men escalated as Yamada’s gaze lingered on Naruto once more, the unspoken challenge clear. Takeshi had no choice but to agree, at least for now. His mind was racing, trying to figure out what his next move would be, but for the moment, the conversation was over. The warlord had given him nothing solid, and Fujiwara’s husband felt as though he was losing ground in a battle he hadn’t fully understood.

The evening continued to unfold, the tension in the air growing thicker with every passing moment. As the nobles gathered in various corners of the grand hall, their subtle exchanges of power and influence set the stage for a deadly game. Yet amidst the elegant facade, something darker was taking shape—an unseen hand pulling the strings of a far more dangerous conspiracy.

Shino, ever the silent observer, remained stationed just outside the walls of Somaru Maiko. His focus never wavered as he released his swarm of insects into the night, each one silently slipping into cracks and crevices, unseen and unnoticed. Their wings hummed softly as they dispersed, their primary goal clear, gather information.

Through his connection with the insects, Shino received flashes of what they encountered—snippets of conversations, whispers of secrets, and clues that would be vital in understanding the true nature of Takashi’s intentions.

One particular exchange caught his attention. A group of high-ranking nobles were discussing the progress of Fujiwara’s plans, their voices low but tinged with urgency. The insects relayed the conversation to Shino, their signals clear and precise.

“You still believe Fujiwara can pull it off?” One of the nobles asked, his tone skeptical.

“I think he’s underestimating how far his reach can go.” Another replied. “If he succeeds, he’ll not only control the family fortune but also set a dangerous precedent. This isn’t just about Lady Fujiwara. It’s about something much bigger.”

Shino’s eyes narrowed. His insects had uncovered a disturbing truth—the man who had appeared so eager to please Yamada, Fujiwara’s husband, wasn’t just aiming to secure his family’s legacy. There were far greater forces at play, forces that could threaten the very stability of Konoha.

As Shino relayed the information to his team, their attention shifted from the immediate threat to the deeper conspiracy unfolding within the ranks of the nobility. It was clear now that Fujiwara’s schemes weren’t just personal vendettas or mere political maneuvering. He was part of something much larger, a dangerous web that involved multiple factions within the power structure of the village.

Shikamaru sat in a quiet corner, piecing together the fragmented puzzle. His brow furrowed as he analyzed the data that Shino had gathered. Fujiwara’s movements, his whispered meetings, the connections he was attempting to forge—everything pointed to a larger scheme. The ambitious noble wasn’t just seeking control over Konoha’s political sphere for personal gain, he was acting as a pawn in a game that reached far beyond the walls of this room. The true mastermind, a figure lurking in the shadows, was pulling the strings, and it was becoming clear that Fujiwara’s desperation to gain favor with the likes of Yamada was a sign of something much darker.

“Someone’s playing us.” Shikamaru muttered under his breath. “Fujiwara’s not the only one with a stake in this. Whoever’s behind him is pulling the strings, and they’ve got a bigger game in mind.” His words were enough to spark suspicion within the group, tension settling thick in the air.

Without missing a beat, he turned to Shino. “Send a bug to Sakura with a message, tell her to leave the room and head to the private room the mistress lent us.” He instructed hurriedly.

Shino barely moved, but the sudden stiffness in his posture was enough to betray his reaction. His voice, usually calm, carried a rare hint of irritation. “They have names, you know.”

Shikamaru blinked. “What?”

“My bugs.” Shino said, his tone controlled but firm. “They’re not just tools. They’re my friends. If you want their help, at least show some respect.”

A flicker of guilt passed through Shikamaru’s expression, but he only sighed, rubbing his temple. “Fine.” He conceded, choosing his words more carefully this time. “Shino, could you ask one of your friends to deliver a message to Sakura?”

Shino nodded, his annoyance fading slightly. With a subtle movement of his fingers, one of his insects took flight, vanishing into the shadows.

Moments later, as Sakura served tea among the nobles, she felt a faint tickle against her wrist. Recognizing the signal instantly, she maintained a composed expression as she discreetly read the message the bugs had formed on the floor, just behind the back of one of the nobles. With practiced ease, she feigned a polite excuse and rose from her seat, slipping out of the hall without drawing attention.

As soon as she stepped into the private room, she found Shikamaru, Choji and Shino already gathered, their expressions grim. Taking a steadying breath, she pushed aside any lingering uncertainty and met their gazes with unwavering determination.

“Damn, we don’t have much time.” Shikamaru said, stepping into her role without hesitation. “Let’s figure out our next move.”

“We need to know exactly who’s involved in this.” Sakura said firmly, her gaze sweeping over her teammates. “It’s no longer just about protecting Lady Fujiwara and her family. We need to figure out who’s manipulating Takashi and what their ultimate goal is. There’s something bigger at play here, something we’re missing.”

Shikamaru, ever the perceptive one, added. “If Fujiwara is trying to make deals with Yamada, there’s a good chance he’s not the only one he’s in contact with. We need to keep an eye on the others in the room. Stay sharp and listen carefully.”

As they processed the information, the growing sense of betrayal within the noble ranks began to solidify. Shino’s insect spies had gathered fragments of conversations that hinted at possible alliances and secret dealings. Whispers spoke of a hidden faction within the nobles—one that was more than willing to destabilize Konoha’s power structure for personal gain. Their true intentions were unclear, but their reach was far too vast to ignore.

Sakura’s brow furrowed. “This isn’t just about control of Fujiwara’s family fortune. He is making moves to destabilize Konoha itself. The noble families are being pitted against each other, but it’s all leading back to something more dangerous.”

“Exactly.” Shikamaru said, his mind already racing with possibilities. 

Choji, who had been listening quietly, nodded in agreement. “But how do we stop it? If the conspiracy is this big… we can’t just take down Fujiwara.”

Shikamaru exhaled slowly, a deep sigh of frustration mixed with the weight of the challenge ahead. “It’s going to take more than just a few tactical moves. We’ll need to outsmart them, but we also need to expose their true motives.”

“I’ve got a theory.” Shikamaru said suddenly, his eyes narrowing as the pieces fell into place. “The whole thing with Fujiwara and Yamada—it’s all a distraction. The real target is the leadership of Konoha. Someone wants to bring down the Hokage and install a puppet ruler, and Fujiwara’s playing his part in the charade.”

Sakura frowned. “So, Fujiwara is just a pawn?”

“A pawn in a much larger game, yes.” Shikamaru confirmed. “The problem is, the closer we get to uncovering the truth, the more dangerous this becomes. We’re up against someone who knows how to play this game better than we do.”

Choji crossed her arms. “So, we need to find this mastermind and take them down before they can implement their plan.”

Sakura spoke, her voice filled with determination. “Then let’s stop them before they do any more damage. Naruto, the girls and me will make sure the nobles stay distracted long enough for you all to do what you need to do. If anyone gets in our way… we deal with them.”

Choji glanced at him, a wry smile tugging at his lips. “You’re planning on using your charm to distract them again, aren’t you?”

Sakura grinned, mischief in her eyes. “You know it.”

Shikamaru’s expression softened, the corners of his lips twitching upward. “I’ll be out there, monitoring their every move. We need to make sure no one’s alerted to our plan.”

Shino, his voice calm and steady, added, “And I’ll continue to gather intel. I’ll keep my insects on them, make sure we don’t miss anything important.”

With their roles assigned, the team’s plan began to take shape. But as the time ticked down, the looming danger grew ever closer. They were about to walk into the heart of a conspiracy that threatened the very fabric of Konoha. Their skills would be put to the test, and only by outsmarting their enemies and staying one step ahead could they hope to uncover the truth and stop the mastermind from succeeding.

The game was on, and every decision—every move—would have consequences.

As Sakura stepped back into the room, the tension was still palpable in the air. It was suffocating. Sakura noticed how Fujiwara, ever the gracious host, summoned a geisha to serve him tea. Yet, his gaze remained fixed on Hinata. Poised and serene, she held his attention more than the delicate cup before him.

Meanwhile, Naruto, using his charm to keep the nobles distracted, couldn’t help but glance toward Yamada. In his early thirties, Yamada possessed strikingly handsome features and a commanding presence that made him stand out among the other guests. As their eyes met, Yamada’s gaze lingered on Naruto with an intensity that felt almost assessing, as if he were taking in every detail.

“Come, pour me some tea.” Yamada called, his voice smooth and inviting. Naruto, a bit caught off guard, nodded and made his way over to the table.

As he approached, Yamada leaned forward slightly, inhaling deeply. Naruto froze, his eyes widening as the man’s attention grew more personal than he had anticipated. There was an unsettling air to Yamada’s actions, a predatory calmness that sent a shiver down Naruto’s spine. Before he could fully register what was happening, Yamada’s soft chuckle rang out.

Yamada leaned in slightly, inhaling as though savoring a rare delicacy. “You smell… interesting.” He murmured. His grin was slow and deliberate, his gaze sharp, like a predator sizing up his prey.

Naruto’s nerves shot through the roof. His pulse quickened, and a strange heat crawled up his neck. ‘What the hell is with this guy? Is he messing with me, or does he actually—?’ The thought made him tense. He took a step back, forcing a grin even as his stomach churned.

Yamada's laughter was soft but mocking. "Oh, my apologies! I was just... curious?" He teased, his eyes never leaving Naruto's flustered face. From the way he spoke and his playful tone, it was clear he was enjoying Naruto's unease.

Naruto, trying to regain his composure, turned quickly and hurriedly served the tea, his mind racing. He didn’t fully understand the intentions behind Yamada’s actions, but it was clear that the man’s interest in him wasn’t just casual. The tension in the room grew thicker, and Naruto couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being tested—perhaps in ways far more dangerous than he could have imagined.

Hinata, standing a little farther away, could feel the shift in the atmosphere. She was acutely aware of Fujiwara’s lingering gaze on her, a look that was both intense and unsettling. His admiration for her beauty was unmistakable, and she couldn’t help but feel a discomfort growing within her.

She tried to focus on her own role in the room, but the weight of Fujiwara’s attention was hard to ignore. Her thoughts were interrupted as Yamada’s soft laughter broke the silence, followed by Naruto’s uneasy response. Turning her head slightly, she saw the way Naruto was acting, visibly tense, his face flushed with an expression she couldn’t quite read.

In that moment, Hinata’s protective instincts kicked in. She didn’t need to hear everything to know that something was off. Her gaze shot to Naruto briefly, noticing his discomfort, then quickly shifted back to Fujiwara, who was still far too engrossed in her presence. There was something almost possessive in the way he looked at her, and it made her feel exposed, like a pawn in a game she didn’t fully understand.

Deciding it was time to regain control of the situation, Hinata subtly stepped closer to Naruto, positioning herself between him and the noble, making sure not to draw too much attention to her movements. She gave him a soft but meaningful look—one that was meant to reassure him and signal that he wasn’t alone in this.

Sakura, observing everything from her side of the room, was already calculating their next move, aware of the silent tension building. But for now, it was Hinata’s quiet strength that held the room together, preventing things from escalating further as she silently signaled to Naruto to stay calm.

As the tension inside the room continued to build, the scene shifted to the quiet streets outside the Somaru Maiko. Shikamaru stood under the soft glow of a nearby lantern, his eyes narrowed as he pieced together the fragmented information they had gathered throughout the evening. The growing pressure to act quickly weighs heavily on him as the threat to Lady Fujiwara’s family intensifies, but he knows the team can’t make any rash moves—everything needs to be calculated. The pieces of the conspiracy are becoming clearer, but Shikamaru knows that the real mastermind remains hidden.

As the night continued to unfold, the team stood united, each of them playing their part in a game that had grown far more dangerous than any of them had expected. The whispers in the shadows grew louder, the conspiracies more intricate, and the threat against the Fujiwara family—and Konoha itself—loomed ever closer.

The true battle was just beginning.

~To be continued~