Fusion of Forces: Remnant's Maelstrom

Naruto just childishly pouted and stuck his tongue out at her in reply, to which both had a good laugh at. As the sun slowly began its downward trek across the sky, there was a lapse of silence between the two, which neither seemed all that bothered by.

Remembering that there was something that had been bothering her ever since the whole fiasco in the cafeteria and with the night on the pier adding onto it, Pyrrha decided to voice her concerns, "Hey, Naruto?" Hearing said blond offer a hum in confirmation, she continued, "What was Konoha like?"

Turning his gaze from the view, the displaced Shinobi seemed genuinely shocked that someone had asked about his home village. Seeing the look of surprise hurt the redhead, knowing that it meant he hadn't expected anyone to show interest in the place he was born, to show interest in his past and where he came from.

However that surprise shifted as ocean blue eyes turned back to gaze at the sunset as a fond smile stretched across whiskered cheeks, "It was a lot different from Vale. The village was surrounded by nature and there was never a lack of greenery, it wasn't called the Village Hidden in the Leaves for nothing after all. But my favorite spot in the village was the Hokage Monument, this huge mountain that overlooked Konoha and had the faces of each our leaders carved into. Whenever I needed somewhere to think I would climb up it and sit on our fourth leader's head, the Yondaime Hokage, who happened to be my father."

Pyrrha found herself lost in the oceanic blue eyes of her friend as he described his home, but was pulled out of it when her interest was piqued upon hearing Naruto mention his parents, "Your dad was one of your village's leaders?"

Having lost himself in memories, Naruto chuckled and rubbed the back of his head, "Yeah he was. His name was Minato Namikaze."

Having intended to get to know her friend and his past even more, Pyrrha was instead finding herself with even more questions than she had before.

"But I thought your last name was Uzumaki?"

Naruto frowned in thought, "It is. My dad made a name for himself by inventing two of our villages most powerful attacks and using them to wipe out a whole battalion of enemy forces which is one of the reasons he was chosen to be the Fourth. But, because of that he earned himself some enemies and the policies he was trying to implement as leader got him enemies in the village. When him and my mom died, everyone thought it was best I not keep the name Namikaze so I wouldn't have to worry about assassins or people trying to use me as a political pawn."

Seeing as it was quite a bit of information to take in, Naruto paused and gave the redhead time to think and go over what she had just heard. He didn't mind telling her about his parentage due to the fact that the name Minato Namikaze and his feared reputation as the "Konoha no Kiiroi Senkō (Yellow Flash of Konoha)" meant nothing here. There was no Iwa or Kumo Nin who feared and hated him here in Remnant. There were no Nin period.

This also meant being the son of the infamous Yondaime meant just as little, which was fine with Naruto. He had grown up an orphan and even when he did find out who his dad was, it did nothing to change who he had come to be, a sentiment shared by those who truly cared for the blond Jinchūriki.

Meanwhile Pyrrha was trying to wrap her mind around the fact that, by all rights, her whiskered leader was the closest thing his village had to royalty. Seeing how powerful he already was at seventeen, and having seen beforehand how charismatic and determined the young man was, she had no doubt Naruto had been poised to follow in his father's footsteps and take over as this, Hokage.

Wanting to shift the conversation from such a sombre topic, Pyrrha decided to ask another question, "What about your mom?"

Almost instantly the unnaturally, on him at least, serious look flipped and was replaced by a smile filled with warmth and eyes burning with fondness, "My mom was named Kushina Uzumaki. A lot of people say that while I look almost exactly like my dad, I got my personality from her. She had long fiery red hair, violet eyes, and well, people say she was one of the most beautiful women in our village."

'Is that why he's always staring at my hair?' Pyrhha pondered. Naruto had thought he was being sneaky about it, but she would occasionally catch him gazing at her hair, especially when she wore it down. If he did it out of remembrance of his mother, who was apparently strikingly beautiful, it was a big compliment for her.

Nonetheless, it warmed her heart to see her friend look so happy at the memory of someone so undoubtedly wonderful. Really both of Naruto's parents sounded amazing - his father the powerful and no doubt charismatic leader and his mother, the beautiful and strong willed woman to compliment him. It was almost like a fairy tale with how perfect their family would have been.

"Enough about me though. What about you Pyrrha?"

Said teen blushed upon realizing that she had been staring at Naruto's face, "Umm, what about me?"

Shaking his head with a chuckle, the Kyūbi Jinchūriki replied, "Well what about your home? What was it like at Sanctum?"

The flinch that followed the last part of Naruto's question would have been missed by most people, but being a Shinobi and having had Konoha's greatest spymaster as his godfather and sensei had left the half blood Uzumaki with the skill to be able to pick out even the most suppressed of reactions.

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