Naruto :Madam, You Don’t Want Anything To Happen To Sasuke, Right?

Bonus Chapter

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Within the Akatsuki organization, Uchiha Itachi was among the younger members.

But no one dared to look down on him.

Among these Kage-level powerhouses, each possessed a terrifying strength unique to themselves. They were elites of the ninja world, true monsters in human skin.

Still, if one had to rank them, Itachi would unquestionably place in the top three—and it was all because of his eyes.

The Mangekyō Sharingan.

Especially for Deidara, who had personally experienced the nightmare of those eyes—he could never forget them. Even now, just a glance into Itachi's gaze sent a shiver down his spine and stirred an unwilling fear in his heart.

Pain nodded slightly, his expression solemn. "This was the condition Itachi set when he joined the Akatsuki."

"The Nine-Tails is yours."

Itachi nodded silently. The crimson glow of the Mangekyō Sharingan faded from his eyes.

Only then did Deidara finally shake off the shadow of fear, but the humiliation lingered. Gritting his teeth, he raised his head and glared at Itachi with a smirk twisting his lips. "Itachi, the Nine-Tails is yours—for now. But you'd better hurry up. Don't let me beat you to it."

Itachi remained indifferent.

He said nothing in response to Deidara's provocation.

Not because he was afraid—far from it. Back when he subdued Deidara, he did so alone and with ease. How could he possibly fear someone he'd defeated so effortlessly?

He simply couldn't be bothered.

To Itachi, Deidara was beneath his concern. A defeated subordinate didn't even deserve a verbal rebuttal.

That cold disregard only fueled Deidara's anger.

What infuriated him the most was Itachi's condescending silence—his refusal to even acknowledge Deidara's so-called "art."

"Just wait!" Deidara seethed internally. "Uchiha Itachi, one day, I'll make you understand what real art is!"

Pain's voice broke through the tension. "About the Tailed Beasts—their distribution among the Akatsuki should not be a matter of dispute."

"The number of tails doesn't equate to the creature's strength. In truth, the difference between them isn't as great as it appears. Fighting over which beast you get is unnecessary."

Though his words were reasonable, it wasn't enough to completely extinguish the undercurrents of conflict among the members.

"So," Pain continued, "we'll do it this way: whoever finds a Tailed Beast first will be the one to capture it."

"But remember—this is an organization. You are forbidden from turning your weapons on each other. Do not fight among yourselves for the sake of a Tailed Beast. Understood?"

"Yes," the members replied in unison.

None had objections. The rule was fair—whoever found a Tailed Beast first had the right to take it. Strength and luck would decide it all.

Pain's expression darkened. "There's one more matter. Or rather, one person. If you encounter him, you must be extremely cautious."

He recalled the masked man's warning clearly, and now he passed it along without embellishment.

"Uchiha Haru of the Hidden Mist Village. If you encounter him—do not engage. Run."

Run?

The entire room fell into a stunned silence.

These were elite Kage-level shinobi. They'd fought legends and challenged Kage. They feared no one. And now they were being told—commanded—to run?

"Leader, is Uchiha Haru really that powerful?" asked Juzo Biwa, voicing what everyone was thinking.

All of them had heard the name.

Uchiha Haru—the rogue Uchiha who had led his clan's remnants to the Hidden Mist and carved out a place for them with blood and fire.

But none of them truly knew just how powerful he was.

Pain's voice remained calm. "Itachi once fought Uchiha Haru—and lost."

The revelation dropped like a thunderclap.

Uchiha Itachi… lost?

To Haru?

Itachi—wielder of the Mangekyō Sharingan, master of genjutsu, a ghostlike specter of death whose strength was among the most elusive in the organization—he had lost?

Even Kisame Hoshigaki, usually calm and unflappable, couldn't suppress his disbelief. "Itachi, is that true?"

He remembered their first encounter well. When he joined Itachi as a partner, he'd tested him. He never even touched the hem of Itachi's cloak—caught in a genjutsu before he could react. Since then, he'd always held deep respect for Itachi's power.

For someone to defeat Itachi? More than once?

Itachi was silent for a moment before nodding.

"Yes. I've lost to Uchiha Haru. More than once."

"He possesses the Mangekyō Sharingan. He has the Wood Release kekkei genkai. His taijutsu is extraordinary. And there are abilities he used that I still don't understand."

"Uchiha Haru is the most unfathomable shinobi I've ever faced."

There was no shame in Itachi's voice, only solemn acknowledgment.

In the beginning, he'd felt anger, jealousy, even denial. How could another Uchiha—a man not even from Konoha anymore—overpower him so thoroughly?

But the more they clashed, the more the gap in strength became obvious.

Eventually, the resentment gave way to calm recognition.

He could now say it openly, even before the others.

Because envy was for rivals.

Haru… had already surpassed that level.

He remembered that night clearly—the massacre of the Uchiha clan. Haru, alone, had stood against five Kage-level shinobi. He hadn't just survived. He overpowered them.

It was then that Itachi knew: in this life, he might never catch up.

The room had fallen completely silent.

The Akatsuki members were stunned—not just by Itachi's admission, but by what it meant.

Mangekyō Sharingan… and Wood Release?

"Isn't this basically Uchiha Madara plus Senju Hashirama?"

No wonder even Uchiha Itachi was defeated. How could anyone overcome a person like that?

No matter how arrogant or unruly these people were, once they understood Uchiha Haru's power, they couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear.

After all, those two Kekkei Genkai—Wood Release and Sharingan—were the stuff of legend!

"Don't worry, everyone."

Seeing the awe in the Akatsuki members' expressions at the mention of Uchiha Haru, Pain spoke calmly. "You don't need to worry about Uchiha Haru."

"I'll handle him. Your only task is to capture the remaining Tailed Beasts."

With that reassurance, the Akatsuki members gradually settled down.

They believed in Pain's words—after all, he possessed the Rinnegan, the eye that governed life and death itself.

It was a power of myth, a divine force that few dared question.

In front of those eyes, nothing was truly untouchable.

"That might not be the case."

At that moment, Zetsu spoke.

"According to my latest intel, Uchiha Haru isn't currently in the Hidden Mist Village."

"He's left to search for Tsunade, one of Konoha's Legendary Sannin. It's a long journey, and it may take a while for him to return."

"In other words, if anyone wants to go to the Hidden Mist to extract the Tailed Beast, this is a golden opportunity."

In Kirigakure, aside from the Three-Tails already sealed inside the Fourth Mizukage, there was also the Six-Tails.

This wasn't a secret.

So, when Zetsu shared the news, many among Akatsuki were visibly tempted.

However, not one of them immediately volunteered for the mission.

The name Uchiha Haru alone was enough to give them pause.

No one could guarantee that he wouldn't suddenly return early.

And that possibility changed everything.

Of course, capturing the Tailed Beasts was critical—but none of them wanted to die in the process.

After a few moments of heavy silence, two figures finally stepped forward.

"Leader," one of them said, grinning wickedly. "We're willing to go to the Hidden Mist."

It was Hidan and Kakuzu.

Their combat power wasn't the most overwhelming among Akatsuki's ranks, but they were notoriously hard to kill.

Everyone knew that.

"Very well," Pain nodded.

Since no one else had any objections, the mission naturally fell to them.

After giving final instructions, Pain dismissed the gathering.

He was always irritated by how easily these people bickered when they gathered.

The meeting dispersed.

Once the cave had emptied and the sounds of footsteps faded, two figures emerged from the shadows—a masked man and a thin, red-haired man with sunken cheeks.

"They're finally gone."

The red-haired man narrowed his eyes at the fading silhouettes of the departing Akatsuki members.

"It's not easy controlling that kind of crowd."

He was Nagato—the true identity behind Pain, the real puppet master pulling the strings.

"They're difficult to control," said the masked man, his voice low and commanding, "but their strength is undeniable."

After a pause, he asked, "Are you sure about the intel on Uchiha Haru?"

"It's definitely accurate," Zetsu replied from the side.

"If it weren't, why would I risk recommending we send a team?"

"Uchiha Haru is a true monster. Sending anyone to fight him is as good as sending them to their deaths."

The masked man fell silent.

Zetsu might not be a powerful fighter, but when it came to gathering information, few could match him.

If Zetsu said it was true, there was no need to question it further.

Nagato furrowed his brow.

"Is this Uchiha Haru really that powerful?"

He was one of the few who knew the masked man's real identity.

To most of Akatsuki, the masked man was just Tobi, a goofy, low-ranking member.

Only a handful of people knew the truth—that the man behind the mask claimed to be none other than the legendary Uchiha Madara.

That identity remained in question.

Even so, it was a testament to how terrifyingly powerful the masked man was.

And yet—even he feared Uchiha Haru.

That stirred Nagato's curiosity.

"How does Uchiha Haru compare to me?" Nagato asked.

The masked man glanced at him and replied coolly, "The Rinnegan is invincible."

Nagato smirked. "Good."

Ever since awakening the Rinnegan, his confidence had been absolute.

He saw himself as a god in a world of insects.

"Should I intervene and eliminate this Uchiha Haru?" Nagato asked after a moment of silence.

"There's no need," the masked man replied, folding one hand behind his back.

"Uchiha Haru is powerful, yes. But his relationship with both Konoha and Kumogakure is strained."

"Such a person might be useful to us in the future. He could become a powerful ally."

"And if not—" the masked man's tone turned sharp, "—then you can deal with him."

Nagato thought it over for a moment, then nodded.

"That's fine."

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