Chapter 11
You know, Mito was enjoying this whole second life thing more then she should. Did she missed Tsunade and the rest of her family? Yes, did she missed all the political drama? NO!
She had to admit, being part of a politically nameless branch of the Uzumaki clan was oddly freeing, there was no stuffy noble education or need for overly flowered etiquette, no astronomical expectations and sure as hell, her family’s status made that she would by a spectator of the political climate within the village and not an pivotal figure of said political climate.
It also happened that her clan was as strong as ever here. Imagine her surprise when she learned that, not only was her village one of the, if not THE most influent village in the world, but also had delivered a royal ass whooping to the other four great villages when they ganged up them. The trauma from that vexing attempt at genocide was so big that all the hidden villages, big and small, signed an unconditional ‘oh hell naw!!’ when it comes to attacking Uzushio ever again in exchange Uzushio agreed on not violating the sanctity of their rectums again.
Oh, and let’s not forget the benefits of not being a barely kept together mummy, not having to go to the toilet every ten minutes surely was a win on her books.
“give up already you brat!!”, a very frustrated kumo nin says as he mindlessly tries to break the adamantine chain barrier Mito raised around herself.
You see, the shinobi world is not a kind place for everybody that lives in it, that includes girls in fertile age that comes from an honest to kami overpowered clan with at least a dozen or so very useful and very sough after kekkei genkais.
“I was having a delightful time you know?”, Mito says, unbothered while enjoying a cup of instant ramen, “nothing beats some instant miso ramen under the stars, it really hits all the right spots”.
She wore clothes similar to her big sister, a Chinese dress like soft pink shirt with elbow length sleeves, comfy and baggy brown pants and ninja sandals and liker her sister and herself in all her previous lives, she wore her blood red hair into two hair buns.
Right now Mito was in the outskirts of the village. You see, it’s been only eleven months since all her memories came back to her and knowing what she knew, specially the fact that Naruto was well… dead, she took upon herself to actually find his grave and pay her respects… which had gone horrible wrong, mostly because the grave itself was unmarked, they literally just dug a hole and threw his coffin in it.
Oh, how enraged she was when the whole ploy got very publicly unfolded.
“seriously, you should give up, even if you manage to break the barrier, which by the way, you won’t, the Seal Cops and the Police Force must had already caught up on your group”, Mito points out, still carelessly feasting on her instant ramen.
“shut up brat!!”, the Kumo nin says, still trying to break through the barrier.
Before Mito could think on an answer, a foul smell assaults her nostrils. Her face contorts itself into a mask of disgust as the rancid and putrid miasma of a long dead body almost maker her send her snack back.
“you stink”, she says, noticing the emaciated corpse sitting next to her.
A fun thing about being resurrected and reincarnated, you get a pretty… peculiar way of deciding what you do or don’t give a fuck about.
“I’ve been dead for a year, mind you, it’s not like I could take a shower or something”, Naruto says, snatching he ramen from her hands.
How did he managed to get inside the barrier was no one’s business.
“oy, get your own Ramen!”, Mito tries to snatch it back but is blocker by an invisible wall, “son of a… forget it”.
“I’ll pay you back later”, Naruto says, after devouring the instant ramen.
“don’t worry about it, you looks like you need it more than I do”, Mito says, noticing that the kumo nin banging on the barrier had vanished, “were did our guests go?”.
“sent them somewhere near the coast of Kiri”, Naruto says, “so…”.
“atatata! Let’s get rid of that smell first”, Mito says, glad that at least Naruto wasn’t riddled with flies.
“ugh, fine”, Naruto says, laying his right hand on his shoulder.
For a second or two a soft blue aura involves his body and when it is gone, he was squeaky clean.
“you have to teach me that ninjutsu!”, Mito says with bulged out eyes and taking a wiff of the air around her.
No longer was it impregnated with the foul stench of a rotting body, instead it smelled like the crisp and fresh night air common of the woods in the outskirts of the village and with a soft hint of lavender.
“kami, it even had a deodorant to boot”, Mito says.
“you wouldn’t be able to use it”, Naruto says.
“and why not?”, Mito asks.
“because it’s not a jutsu, it’s a spell”, Naruto clarify.
“ninjutsu spell, potato potahto, what’s the difference?”, Mito asks with a frown.
“ninjutsu runs on chakra, spells runs on aether”, Naruto explain, “you are attuned to chakra, which is a lesser and weaker byproduct of aether. The spell you saw me using right now is one of the most basic spells in existence, the aether consumption is negligible and yet, if we convert the amount of aether used to do just that spell into chakra, it would be roughly six times what your chakra pool is”.
“dang it!”, Mito says, with a frustrated huff, “that’s unfair!”.
“if you think it’s unfair, then why don’t you make a seal that emulate the effect of the cleaning spell?”, Naruto asks.
“not a bad idea”, Mito concedes, taking another good look at Naruto, “you look horrible”.
“again, I’ve been dead for a year, not the healthiest thing in the world”, Naruto explains.
“I get it, but what now?”, Mito asks.
“now, I’m going to get myself a proper meal”, Naruto says and with a snap of his fingers, a red oak door comes from his shadow.
“wait for me, you still own me for that cup of Ramen!!”, Mito says as she gets up and walks next to him into the unknown that lies behind that red-ish door.
“Asuma, are you sure about what you saw?”, Minato, the fourth Hokage asks his jounin.
“Lord Fourth, if it wasn’t for the fact that when I tried to dispel a genjutsu and the coffin remained empty, I wouldn’t have believed myself, but it is true, your son, Naruto, somehow managed to raise from the dead and fled the scene”, Asuma says, while Anko nodded in agreement.
“he was thin, emaciated and smelled like you would expect a corpse to smell like, but he was alive… somehow and seemingly very annoyed that we disturbed his nap”, Anko adds.
“where did he go? Did you give chase? Where is he?!”, Kushina asks as her hear clenches.
She, as such as Menma and Nemuri had been beating themselves up the fact they were so stupid, they all had the mind’s eye of the kagura for sage’s sake, all they had to do to see they were under genjutsu was to close their eyes and yet…
“we don’t know, he vanished into thin air and we couldn’t track his chakra”, Asuma says, with a sight, “actually, we didn’t felt his chakra at all, we don’t know where he is”.
“understood, take as many shinobi as you can and comb through the outskirts, as impressive as what you described is, he’s probably not too far away”, Minato points.
“I’m going with you”, Kushina steps forward, “I want to be there for my Sochi, I own him this much”.
She would not fail her son again.