Chapter 5
Minato's POV
As Minato left the ANBU cell where Naruto had been, the weight of the situation weighed heavily on his mind. The first thing he did was head straight to the village graveyard, where his son had been buried. His heart tightened in anticipation, but he never expected the sight that awaited him.
As he walked through the cemetery, his eyes locked onto the grave that once marked his son's resting place. The stone was cracked, the ground disturbed, and the area around the grave was a complete mess, as though something had torn through it. Minato froze, disbelief flashing across his face as he examined the damage. The destruction was fresh—too fresh. He could still feel the lingering remnants of chakra in the air, a feeling he couldn't quite place.
His mind raced, bombarded with questions. Was this Naruto's doing? He wondered. Did he really come out of the grave? Could this truly be their Naruto—the son who was lost to them just a year ago? The thought of his son possibly being alive filled him with conflicting emotions: shock, joy, confusion. But one thing was certain—the grave had been disturbed recently, and it wasn't by any natural causes.
Minato took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions. He needed answers, and he needed them now. With his mind now focused, Minato performed a quick Earth Style jutsu to fill the hole, using the technique to restore the grave site to its original condition. It was the least he could do for Naruto, for the son he had once lost. Once he was finished, he stood in silence for a few moments, his thoughts spiraling. He couldn't keep standing there, not when so much was at stake.
Without another word, Minato left the graveyard, his footsteps echoing in the quiet. He knew there was something urgent he needed to do next—something even more important than the mystery surrounding Naruto's return.
Minato made his way back toward the Hokage office. His mind raced as he considered the next step: he had to inform Kushina about everything. He couldn't keep this from her, not when the situation had escalated so quickly. He had no idea how she would take the news—she had been devastated by Naruto's death—but if he was right, and Naruto really had returned, there was no time to waste. Kushina deserved to know the truth before she saw Naruto again.
But before going home, there was one more thing Minato needed to take care of. He reached the Hokage office, where Mito had been left unconscious after Naruto had sealed her using a Five Element Seal. It was an unfortunate outcome of their earlier confrontation, but Minato knew he needed to undo the seal before anything else could happen.
As he entered the office, he placed his hand on Mito's stomach, focusing his chakra to lift the seal. The moment it was lifted, her breathing evened out, and she began to stir slightly. Minato watched her carefully, but she remained unconscious, clearly exhausted from the ordeal. With a soft sigh of relief, he carefully scooped her up and placed her on his back, making sure she was secure.
Once Mito was safely secured, Minato teleported straight home, the familiar feeling of space folding around him as he moved. The soft flash of his teleportation faded as he materialized in the hallway of their house.
Minato moved swiftly upstairs, careful not to jostle Mito too much. He made his way into their room and laid her gently on the bed, making sure she was comfortable. He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face and tucked the blankets around her. She looked peaceful, despite the chaos that had just unfolded. Minato could only wonder what Mito was thinking after everything that had happened.
Once he was certain that Mito was okay, he left her side, moving down to the lower floor of the house. His mind was still swirling, and his thoughts kept returning to the same question: What did this all mean? Was Naruto truly back?
As he reached the bottom of the staircase, Minato's gaze fell upon a family photo framed on the wall. It had been taken just 2 years ago, a moment frozen in time that felt both precious and painfully distant. The image captured a perfect family moment, and yet the ache of losing Naruto still lingered deep in Minato's heart.
In the photo, Minato stood beside Kushina, her arm looped through his, both of them smiling brightly. The warmth of her presence radiated through the photo, a stark contrast to the emptiness Minato often felt now. Next to them stood Naruto, their firstborn, smiling with a brilliance that only he possessed. He had been the light of their lives, a joy to behold, and his absence had left an irreplaceable hole in their family.
Beside Naruto stood Mito, their strong and willful daughter, always standing tall and proud, a reflection of her mother. On the other side of Naruto was Arashi, their now eleven -year-old son, his eyes full of curiosity and potential.
Finally, in the front of the photo stood little Kasumi, only five years old. She beamed in the picture, her hand tightly gripping Naruto's arm, her hero. Kasumi had been devastated when they had told her that Naruto was gone. They hadn't told her the full truth about his death, not wanting to shatter her innocence. Instead, Kushina had insisted on telling Kasumi that Naruto had gone on a long mission and would return soon. Minato had agreed to protect their daughter's heart, though deep down, he knew it wasn't fair to her. Kasumi had idolized Naruto, and without him, the world felt a little colder for her.
Minato closed his eyes for a moment, memories of better days flashing in his mind. He didn't want to think about the pain they had endured, but it was hard not to. He could still hear Kasumi's voice, her innocent questions about her brother's return. He had never told her the truth. How could he?
Steeling himself, Minato made his way to the kitchen, where he found Kushina busy preparing ramen—the scent unmistakably Naruto's favorite.
It was the 19th of the month. Since Naruto's death, Kushina had quietly made his favorite ramen on this day each month, a quiet ritual to honor his memory. It was a small comfort in the wake of their loss, and a part of Kushina that clung to hope, as fragile as it was.
When she heard Minato's footsteps, she glanced over her shoulder and offered him a warm smile. "Oh, you're home early," she remarked, giving the pot one final stir. "Perfect timing. The ramen's almost ready."
Minato managed a small, forced smile in return, though his thoughts were far from light. His heart weighed heavily as he stood by the counter, silently gathering his thoughts. He had to tell her—he had to share what had happened, but he wasn't sure how to put it into words.
After a brief moment of silence, he spoke, his tone more serious than usual. "Kushina… something happened today that I need to talk to you about."
The shift in his tone didn't go unnoticed. Kushina set down the ladle, her brow furrowing in concern as she turned to face him. "What's wrong, Minato?"
He sighed deeply, his gaze dropping for a moment. He chose his words carefully. "Jiraiya and I were working in the Hokage office earlier when we felt a sudden, intense spike of chakra and killing intent—a feeling that seemed to come from Mito."
Kushina's face immediately drained of color. She reached up, pressing her hand to her mouth in worry. "Mito? What happened? Is she alright?"
Minato placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "She's fine," he said softly. "She's resting upstairs right now. But when we arrived… she was in a fight. With someone who looked exactly like Naruto."
Kushina's breath hitched as her hand instinctively gripped the counter for support. "N-Naruto? But… how?"
Minato nodded slowly, feeling the weight of her disbelief. "I know it sounds impossible. This person, he looks like him, moves like him—he used the Five Element Seal to incapacitate Mito. The knowledge he has, the power he wielded... it's exactly like our son's."
Kushina's eyes filled with a mix of confusion and concern. "Are you sure Mito's okay? Did this person hurt her?"
"No," Minato reassured her, squeezing her hand gently. "Mito wasn't hurt. She's just exhausted. But what's strange is that this… Naruto—he's not from here. He claims to be from a different world."
Kushina froze, her mind struggling to process what she had just heard. "A different world?" she repeated softly, her voice filled with disbelief. "So… he's not… he's not our Naruto?"
Minato's expression faltered as he met her gaze, his own filled with uncertainty. "I don't know, Kushina. We've taken a sample for a DNA test, and it will be a few hours before we know for sure. But I don't want you to get your hopes up. There's a chance he may not be our son, or at least not the Naruto we knew."
Kushina's chest tightened as a wave of conflicting emotions washed over her. Hope flickered inside her, but so did doubt. She had mourned their son for a year, clung to his memory, and now here was a person who looked and sounded like Naruto, yet there was a possibility that he wasn't him—not the Naruto they had lost. She didn't know what to feel, torn between the possibility of him being back and the harsh reality that he might not be their son at all.
Minato saw the turmoil in her eyes and, without a word, wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a comforting embrace. "Whatever happens," he whispered, "we'll face it together, alright?"
Kushina nodded against his chest, finding a small measure of comfort in his words. After a moment, she pulled back, determination shining in her eyes. "When will we get the results?"
Minato exhaled softly, running a hand through his hair. "Probably in two or three hours. But until then, I think it's best if we keep this quiet… especially from Kasumi. I don't want to confuse or upset her until we know more."
Kushina nodded in agreement, her heart heavy with the weight of everything that was happening, but also filled with the tiniest glimmer of hope. "I understand. But Minato… if this really is Naruto… if he somehow came back to us, even if it's not the same Naruto…" Her voice faltered, the emotion thick in her words.
Minato placed a gentle hand on her cheek, his voice soft and steady. "Then we'll welcome him with open arms. We'll give him the chance he deserves."
Kushina gazed at him, her heart swelling with love for the man who had always been her rock. Despite everything, she knew they would face this as a family, together.
With a final shared look of understanding, the two of them sat down at the dining table to eat the ramen Kushina had prepared. The comforting bowl of noodles, though Naruto's favorite, now carried an even heavier weight of meaning for both of them.
The soft clink of chopsticks filled the silence as they ate, but neither Minato nor Kushina spoke much. Both were lost in thought, waiting for the truth that would soon be revealed.
Once they had finished eating, Minato set his chopsticks down and looked at Kushina, his expression serious once again. "I'm going to the hospital," he said quietly. "I'll check if they've matched the DNA sample."
Kushina nodded, still deep in thought. "Do you think he really is Naruto?" Her voice was filled with quiet uncertainty.
Minato hesitated, his eyes searching hers. "I don't know. But… I have to know. We have to know."
With that, Minato stood, kissed Kushina on the forehead, and left the house. Kushina remained seated at the table, her mind racing with thoughts of the mysterious Naruto from another world—was he really their son? Or was he something else entirely?
As Minato made his way toward the hospital, he felt a mixture of anticipation and dread. He had no idea what the test results would reveal, but he was determined to find out the truth, no matter what it was.
Minato reached the hospital, he descended to the underground floor, a section restricted solely to ANBU personnel. This hidden level of the hospital was a place shrouded in secrecy, known only to a handful of people, including the Hokage and the ANBU commander. The activities conducted here were highly classified, shielded from public knowledge for the village's security.
Walking briskly through the dimly lit corridor, Minato made his way to the laboratory where Naruto's mysterious DNA sample was being analyzed. Upon entering the lab, he found only one person present—a trusted medical-nin who had been tasked with collecting and examining the blood sample. She turned toward him as he approached, her expression professional yet curious.
"Are the results of the DNA test ready?" Minato asked, his voice calm but tinged with the weight of expectation.
The nurse nodded slightly. "Not yet, Hokage-sama, but they'll be completed in a few minutes. Once the test is done, we'll know the truth about this person's identity."
Minato gave a curt nod, his gaze fixed on the computer screen. Time seemed to stretch as he stood there, his mind swirling with thoughts. The notion of Naruto—or someone so much like him—returning after all these years was both a source of hope and profound unease. He clenched his fists, willing himself to remain composed.
A sharp beep from the computer broke the silence. The nurse quickly scanned the results, her eyes widening slightly as she read the data. She turned to Minato, her voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of astonishment. "Hokage-sama, the DNA results have arrived. According to these findings, the sample is a perfect match to both your DNA and Kushina Uzumaki's. This individual shares your genetic lineage."
Minato's breath hitched, his mind reeling from the confirmation. He had suspected this might be the outcome, but hearing it stated so plainly still sent a jolt through him. The resemblance, the chakra signature, and now this undeniable proof—it all pointed to one truth. This man was Naruto.
And yet, his heart resisted. He had buried Naruto with his own hands. The image of his son's lifeless body had been seared into his memory, an unshakable reminder of their loss. How could this be possible? Could this truly be their Naruto, or was this some cruel twist of fate?
"Do you have Naruto's original DNA profile stored in the system?" Minato asked after a moment, his voice low but steady.
"Yes, we do," the nurse replied, her brow furrowing slightly.
"Run a comparison," he instructed. "Match my son's DNA against the sample from this person. I need absolute certainty."
The nurse hesitated briefly, sensing the weight of the request. "Are you sure, Hokage-sama?"
"I'm sure," Minato affirmed, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
The nurse nodded and set to work. She loaded Naruto's archived DNA profile into the system and initiated the comparison. The hum of the computer filled the room as Minato waited, his heart pounding despite his best efforts to remain calm. The minutes dragged on, each second heavier than the last.
Finally, the computer emitted another beep, signaling the end of the analysis. The nurse reviewed the data before turning to Minato with a solemn expression. "The results are conclusive. The two samples are an exact match. This individual is… Naruto Uzumaki."
Minato's eyes closed as he absorbed the confirmation. The truth was undeniable now, and yet his heart still grappled with the impossibility of it all. Taking a deep breath, he straightened himself and thanked the nurse before leaving the lab. He knew where he needed to go next.
Normal POV
Minato arrived at the ANBU headquarters, a heavily guarded building nestled within the shadows of the village. His destination was the secure holding cell where Naruto had been placed. As he walked through the corridors, he could hear muffled voices ahead. One of them was unmistakably Jiraiya's, deep and jovial as always. The other voice made Minato's steps falter briefly. It was Naruto's—calm, confident, and eerily familiar.
When he reached the door to the cell, Minato paused for a moment, listening to the conversation within. The tone of their exchange suggested a long-standing camaraderie, as if they were old friends catching up after years apart.
Minato pushed the door open, his presence immediately drawing both men's attention. As he stepped into the room, Naruto's piercing gaze met his, and the younger man spoke with quiet confidence.
"Did my DNA match yours and Mom's?" Naruto asked, his tone measured but tinged with curiosity.
Minato regarded him silently for a moment, his mind awash with memories and emotions. Finally, he nodded. "Yes. It's a perfect match."
Naruto smiled faintly, leaning back against the wall. "Then you know I'm telling the truth. I may not be from this world, but in mine, you're my father. And Kushina Uzumaki is my mother."
"So, what are we going to do now? Everyone in the village believes you died a year ago, Naruto," Jiraiya asked, glancing between the young man and Minato.
Naruto leaned back against the wall, arms crossed as he processed the situation. "How exactly did I die in this world, anyway?" he asked, his tone neutral but curious. "Jiraiya told me I was the Kyuubi's jinchuriki here. And if both you and Mom are alive in this timeline, that would mean you both trained me extensively. By all logic, I should have been at least a jonin-level ninja."
Minato's expression darkened at the mention of Naruto's death, and he shifted his gaze toward Jiraiya, silently urging him to answer instead. Minato didn't want to discuss how his son had died—it was still too painful.
Jiraiya sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before meeting Naruto's expectant gaze. "You died fighting twenty Iwa ANBU during a mission," he began, his voice tinged with regret. "You know how the last Shinobi War ended, right? Minato here wiped out over a thousand Iwa shinobi with his Hiraishin, single-handedly forcing the Third Shinobi World War to its conclusion."
Naruto nodded, his mind flickering to the memories of his own world. "Yeah, the outcome was the same in my world. Iwa suffered heavy losses, and their hatred for Konoha—and Dad—only grew stronger."
Jiraiya nodded grimly. "Exactly. Since then, Iwa's grudge against Konoha has only deepened. They've harbored a particular hatred for your father and, by extension, your family. Over the years, they've made countless attempts to target Minato, whether on diplomatic missions or on the battlefield. Your siblings weren't spared either—they were ambushed on several occasions during their missions. Iwa even resorted to sending assassins into Konoha itself, just to strike at your family."
Jiraiya's voice dropped slightly, heavy with emotion. "And that's how you died. Your sister, Mito, was assigned to deliver an important scroll to the Land of Tea. It was supposed to be a solo mission, but you insisted on accompanying her since you were free at the time."
Naruto's gaze sharpened as he listened intently, his mind already piecing together the tragic events.
"As the two of you crossed the Land of Fire's borders, you were ambushed by a team of twenty Iwa ANBU," Jiraiya continued. "Despite being outnumbered, he fought valiantly to protect Mito. He took down most of them, but not without sustaining several fatal wounds in the process. By the time Mito managed to get you back to the village, it was too late. He died before the medics could do anything to save him ."
Naruto was silent for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. "If I was the Kyuubi's jinchuriki, then why didn't its chakra heal me? I know for a fact that the Kyuubi's chakra can regenerate organs. I've seen it happen."
Jiraiya let out a heavy sigh. "That's the thing. The Naruto in this world… he was never able to fully master the Kyuubi's chakra. At best, he could use up to three tails' worth. But when we examined his body, we discovered a Seal had been placed on him to stop him from using the kyuubi's chakra . That seal prevented him from accessing the Kyuubi's chakra entirely, cutting off his ability to heal."
Naruto's eyes widened slightly as he recalled the Chunin Exams from his own timeline, when Orochimaru had applied the same type of seal on him. The memory of feeling completely disconnected from Kurama's chakra was still vivid. He frowned deeply, the implications weighing on his mind.
"So, iwa deliberately sabotaged me," Naruto said quietly, his voice laced with anger and disbelief. "Someone placed that seal on me knowing it would cripple my abilities in a life-or-death situation. Do you have any idea who did it?"
Jiraiya shook his head. "We don't know if it was iwa or not . The seal wasn't something any of us recognized as belonging to Konoha or Iwa. It's possible a third party was involved, but without more evidence, it's hard to say."
Naruto's hands clenched into fists as he processed this revelation. "Whoever did this wanted me dead. If they knew about my inability to use Kyuubi's chakra and how to suppress it, they had to be someone with advanced sealing knowledge ."
After contemplating that , Naruto shifted his gaze toward Minato and Jiraiya. He exhaled slowly before asking, "So, how are you both planning to explain to the village that I'm alive when everyone knows I've been dead for a year?"
Minato hesitated, exchanging a glance with Jiraiya. The tension in the room was palpable, and Naruto couldn't ignore the unease in his father's demeanor. Finally, Minato spoke, his tone laced with caution. "Before we address that, there's something else you need to know, Naruto."
Naruto's curiosity piqued. "What is it?" he asked, frowning.
Minato looked at his son carefully, as though considering how to frame his words. After a moment, he said, "You have other siblings in this world, Naruto."
The revelation caught Naruto off guard. His mind raced as he tried to process the information. He blinked in disbelief and asked, "Siblings? How many? And before we get into that—how did Mom even survive the Kyuubi extraction? I know she's a full-blooded Uzumaki, but even someone with Uzumaki vitality shouldn't be able to handle the Kyuubi being forcibly ripped from their body."
Jiraiya stepped in to answer. "Kushina was incredibly fortunate, Naruto. Tsunade happened to be in the village when the Kyuubi attack occurred. Thanks to her advanced medical ninjutsu, she was able to save Kushina's life. However, the extraction severely damaged Kushina's tenketsu points, rendering her unable to use chakra. Her body now produces just enough chakra to sustain basic functions, but she's been living as a civilian for the past twenty years."
Naruto let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, gratitude flickering in his eyes. "Tsunade…" he murmured. "She saved Mom. I owe her for that."
Minato nodded, then continued. "Because Kushina survived, our lives were… different in this world. After the Kyuubi attack, we were blessed with three more children. Your first sibling is Mito, who's two years younger than you. Then there's Arashi, who is eleven , and finally, Kasumi, who's five years old."
Naruto's jaw dropped. He was stunned, and a wave of mixed emotions swept over him. He was happy for his alternate self, who had grown up surrounded by family, but also felt a pang of envy for what he had missed out on in his own world. Taking a deep breath, he pushed those feelings aside. "So, I have siblings here who think I've been dead for a year. What else should I know?"
Minato sighed, his gaze softening. "Kasumi… she doesn't know that you died."
Naruto blinked, confused. "What do you mean? How could she not know?"
Minato cleared his throat. "Kasumi adored you, Naruto. To her, you were everything—a hero, a protector, someone who could do no wrong. When Mito brought your body back to the village after your death, it broke all of us. Kushina, not wanting to shatter Kasumi's world, decided to lie to her. She told Kasumi that you went on a long, secret mission—something only you could do. She even convinced her that your 'death' was a cover story to keep the mission secret from enemies."
Naruto's eyes widened in disbelief. "She… lied to her? About something like that?" He clenched his fists, his voice rising with anger. "Do you have any idea what that kind of lie can do to a little girl's mind? What happens when she finds out that her entire family lied to her about something so important? She's going to feel betrayed. She'll hate all of you. She'll leave the village and resent you for the rest of her life!"
The weight of Naruto's words seemed to land heavily on both Minato and Jiraiya. Minato flinched, visibly shaken by his son's outburst. Jiraiya, too, looked uneasy but remained quiet.
Taking a deep breath, Naruto forced himself to calm down. After a moment, he said, "What are we going to do now?"
Minato hesitated before replying, his voice tinged with guilt. "You have to understand, Naruto… Kasumi was just four years old at the time. Telling her that her favorite big brother died in battle—it would have crushed her. Kushina and I thought we were protecting her. I'm not saying what we did was right, but at the time, it felt like the only choice."
Before Naruto could respond, Jiraiya spoke up. His expression had shifted into one of deep thought, and a sly smile tugged at his lips. "I think I have a way to fix this. It won't be easy, but it should solve both of our problems."
Naruto frowned. "What are you talking about?"
Jiraiya leaned forward, gesturing as he spoke. "The first problem is that the entire village knows you're supposed to be dead, and the second problem is Kasumi's belief that you're on a secret mission. So, here's the plan: we tell the village that Tsunade saved you after the battle, but your recovery took a long time. To protect you while you healed, Minato faked your death. While recovering, he sent you and tsunade to mount myoboku so that you can heal there and after healing train with the Toads . Now that your training is complete, you've returned to the village."
Naruto raised an eyebrow. "That explains my return, but what about Kasumi?"
Jiraiya smirked. "For Kasumi, we stick to the 'secret mission' story but add a twist. We tell her that during the mission, you suffered a head injury that caused partial amnesia. You remember important names and faces—like your father, mother, Mito, Arashi, and Kasumi—but your memories of your family are fragmented. That way, you can reconnect with her naturally without lying about your relationship."
Naruto was silent, processing the plan. After a moment, he closed his eyes and entered his mindscape.
As Naruto materialised Inside his mindscape, Kurama lay down watching Naruto with a knowing gaze. "What do you think?" Naruto asked.
Kurama's crimson eyes glimmered. "It's not a bad idea. I know you don't like lying, but this isn't just about you, Naruto. Telling a five-year-old that her brother is dead would scar her for life. There's a right time for everything, and this isn't it. Think of it this way—if the Sandaime had told you as a child that your father sealed me inside you, wouldn't you have grown up resenting him? You might have even hated the entire village."
Naruto frowned, considering Kurama's words. After a moment, he nodded. "You're right. I'll go along with Jiraiya's plan for now."
Returning to the real world, Naruto opened his eyes and looked at Minato and Jiraiya. "I think this is the best way to handle the situation. What do you think, Dad?"
Minato was momentarily taken aback by the casual use of "Dad" but quickly recovered. A small, relieved smile appeared on his face. "Yes, I agree. Let's do it this way."
Jiraiya grinned, clapping his hands together. "Great! Then let's get to work. This is going to take some careful planning."
Naruto took a deep breath and asked, "Alright, so now that we've decided on this plan, where do we start?"
Jiraiya leaned back, crossing his arms as he replied, "The first thing we should do is go and meet your mother. We'll need to explain the situation to her and get her on board. After that, we should bring Tsunade-hime into the fold. If anyone questions your story, Tsunade can provide legitimacy."
Naruto frowned thoughtfully before asking, "What about the clan council? I doubt they'll buy the story that you faked your own son's death for a whole year without any justification."
Naruto's words made both Jiraiya and Minato pause, their expressions growing serious. He was right—the clan council was not known for their leniency, especially when it came to matters involving deception and lies . If the story wasn't airtight, there would be backlash.
Minato rubbed his chin in thought. After a minute of silence, he finally said, "You're right. The council won't be convinced if we just tell them I faked your death for a year. But what if we take a different approach? What if we tell them I didn't know you were alive either?"
Jiraiya raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What do you mean by that, Minato?"
Naruto mirrored the sentiment. "Yeah, Dad, what are you getting at?"
Minato's eyes glinted with resolve as he explained, "What if we tell them that I initially faked your death and sent you to Mount Myoboku to heal? After a month, the toad sage Fukasaku came back to inform me that you'd succumbed to your injuries and died during treatment. Believing this, I decided it was best to keep the truth about faking your death a secret, since it no longer mattered. Then, after a year just a week ago, Fukasaku summoned me to Mount Myoboku to reveal that you were alive and had been training there all this time."
Jiraiya smirked at the brilliance of the plan, while Naruto nodded in understanding. "That's actually pretty clever," Naruto admitted. "But there's one problem. The council won't be satisfied with just hearing that I was training—they'll want proof. If we can't show them something concrete, they'll think I've been sitting around in Mount Myoboku doing nothing."
Jiraiya's smirk widened, and he turned to Naruto with a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Oh, I don't think you'll have any trouble convincing them, kid. After all, you've got quite the bag of tricks up your sleeve, don't you?"
Naruto grinned in response. "You could say that. We can tell them I've been training in senjutsu and refining the Rasengan."
Minato's eyebrows shot up at the mention of senjutsu. "Wait, are you saying you've mastered Sage Mode?"
In response, Naruto closed his eyes, briefly focusing his senses on the natural energy around him. Within seconds, his eyes snapped open, now a brilliant golden color. Red markings appeared around and under his eyes in a year falling pattern , accentuating his transformation.
"What do you think?" Naruto asked, his voice calm and steady, as if the feat was effortless.
Minato's mouth fell open in shock. He was a sage himself, but it took him several minutes to gather enough natural energy to enter Sage Mode, and even then, his time in the form was severely limited. Seeing Naruto achieve it so quickly—and so perfectly—was nothing short of astounding.
"You... You're a perfect sage," Minato said, his voice tinged with disbelief.
Naruto nodded. "That's right. I mastered it after Jiraiya died in my world."
Minato stared at him in awe. He had barely begun teaching his own Naruto about senjutsu before the boy's death. Comparing his abilities to this Naruto's mastery of Sage Mode was like comparing a new born to a Kage.
Minato collected himself and said, "This will definitely convince them you were training. The Naruto of this world never even started his sage training. But Sage Mode alone might not be enough. The council will want to know what else you've been doing."
Naruto smirked, his confidence unwavering. "How about I show them something not even the Fourth Hokage can do?"
Minato frowned, intrigued. "What do you mean by that?"
Still in Sage Mode, Naruto extended his hand and raised his index finger. A small Rasengan formed at its tip almost instantly. The Rasengan began to change, sharp edges forming as wind chakra swirled around it, giving it a distinct hum. Within seconds, the Rasengan had transformed into a miniature version of the Rasenshuriken.
"This," Naruto said, his voice steady and confident, "is the Mini Rasenshuriken. It's a compact version of the Wind Style Rasenshuriken—a Rasengan with a wind-style change in chakra nature."
Minato and Jiraiya were stunned into silence, their eyes wide and locked onto the glowing, compact Rasenshuriken spinning at Naruto's fingertip. The sheer precision and control required to maintain such a condensed and dangerous technique were staggering.
Jiraiya was the first to react, letting out a low whistle as he rubbed the back of his head. "Well, I'll be damned, kid. I've never seen anything like that. I knew you were talented, but this... This is on another level."
Minato's reaction was more subdued, but his astonishment was no less apparent. His eyes scanned the technique, his mind racing to comprehend the intricacies of it. A Rasengan with elemental transformation, and to this degree of control... It was beyond anything he'd ever accomplished himself.
Finally, Minato spoke, his tone filled with pride and amazement. "Naruto... This is incredible. You've managed to achieve a perfect blend of form and nature transformation, something even I couldn't do. And to compress it like that—this is beyond genius. It's revolutionary."
Naruto smirked, dismissing the mini Rasenshuriken with a flick of his finger, the energy dispersing harmlessly into the air. "It wasn't easy," he admitted. "Took a lot of trial and error, and a lot of clones blowing themselves up. But once I figured it out, it became one of my signature moves."
Jiraiya chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "You've definitely got the showmanship down. If you show this to the clan council, they won't have a single doubt about your training. Hell, they might even beg you to teach them."
Minato nodded, his earlier concerns about convincing the council melting away. "Jiraiya's right. This will not only prove your time at Mount Myoboku was well-spent but also cement you are far stronger then before . The council won't dare question you after seeing something like that."
" Ok so now the first thing we need to do is go home and include mom into the fold and then tsunade " Naruto said
" And then you've got a lot of explaining to do, Naruto. Starting with how you got here." Minato said
Naruto's smile faded, replaced by a serious expression. "I understand, Dad. I'll tell you everything. But first, I want to see Mom."
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Authors note
1) I am changing Naruto's sage mode markings since he is in a different universe and his contract with the toads should not follow to diffrent universe
2) please review and comment
3) And suggest should Naruto tell his parents about his six paths powers or not
( I want it to keep a secret and create a moment similar to how madara toyed with 5 kage )
Let me know your opinion