Naruto: The Prophetic Shinobi

Chapter 70: Chapter 70: Sorrow



The sun had barely risen over the treetops of Konoha when the sharp clang of steel echoed across the training yard of the Senju compound. Morning dew still clung to the grass, and the air held the crisp chill of dawn. Naruto Uzumaki moved in a blur, the gleam of his practice blade catching the light as he flowed through his kenjutsu drills with increasing precision.

He was alone — and yet not.

Three shadow clones danced around him, each armed with a wooden blade, mirroring and opposing his movements in perfect rhythm. Their steps kicked up dust from the compacted earth, and the dull clatter of their swords meeting Naruto's rang in counterpoint to the birdsong.

His breathing was steady, measured. Not the ragged gasps of the boy who once swung wildly in frustration — but the calm exhalations of a shinobi shaped by hardship, grief, and unyielding resolve.

This was not the reckless sparring of an Academy dropout.

This was the measured discipline of a shinobi who had seen blood and betrayal—and refused to let either define him.

He shifted into a low stance, sweeping upward in a rising arc. One clone blocked, and the other two closed in with simultaneous lunges. Naruto flowed between them, parrying one, ducking beneath the second, twisting to deliver a flick of chakra through his blade—

Poof!

The first clone vanished in smoke. The other two regrouped without missing a beat, launching a two-pronged assault.

Naruto's eyes flickered.

His dojutsu — subtle, silver-ringed, and always active — registered the shift in weight, the twitch of shoulders, the intent forming before movement.

He didn't think. He reacted.

A slide, a pivot, a precise strike to the pressure point—

Poof! Poof!

Silence returned to the yard, save for Naruto's breathing. His black, high-collared shirt clung to his frame, soaked with sweat from exertion.

He straightened, sheathing the wooden blade.

Before he could form another seal to summon fresh clones, a shadow appeared atop the stone wall enclosing the estate.

"Uzumaki Naruto."

Naruto turned immediately.

ANBU. Fox mask. Silent, motionless, and unmistakable.

"The Godaime Hokage has summoned you," the masked figure said. "Report immediately."

No explanation. No questions.

The figure vanished in a flicker of leaves.

Naruto wiped the sweat from his brow, exhaled once, and grabbed his flak vest from the rack. Something in the air felt heavier than usual. He couldn't place it — but he trusted his instincts.

The walk to the Hokage Tower was brisk. The streets of Konoha bustled faintly with life as shops reopened and construction crews repaired damaged buildings. Laughter and shouting drifted faintly from a group of children chasing one another through an alleyway.

But Naruto felt none of it.

His mind was still.

When he reached the top of the tower, Shizune was already waiting near the office doors. Her expression was unreadable — her eyes tired, and her tone hushed.

"She's inside. Alone."

Naruto nodded once and pushed the doors open.

The room was quiet.

Tsunade stood at the tall window behind her desk, her white cloak fluttering faintly with the breeze drifting through the open panels. The bold red kanji on her back — 賭 — Gamble — caught the morning light like a challenge to fate itself.

A half-drained bottle of sake sat on the desk, untouched since the night before.

She didn't turn.

"Close the door."

Naruto obeyed, his heartbeat slower than it should have been.

Only then did she speak.

"…Hayate Gekkō is dead."

The words landed with the weight of a blade plunged into his chest.

"…What?"

Tsunade finally turned. Her face was set in stone — strong, unshaken. But behind her eyes, Naruto saw it.

Pain.

"He was assigned to an escort mission. High-risk. The Fire Daimyō's guards requested additional support for a diplomatic transfer along the eastern border. Hayate volunteered." Her jaw tensed. "They never made it."

Naruto swallowed. "What happened?"

"They were ambushed," she said. "No survivors. Hayate. The guards. The entire route was compromised. It was fast, clean… coordinated."

Naruto's fists clenched at his sides.

"Missing-nin?"

Tsunade shook her head slowly. "It doesn't match any known rogue cells. The patterns are… precise. ANBU-style strikes. Poison usage. Chakra scalpel wounds. Someone trained."

A heavy pause.

Naruto took a step forward. "Hayate-sensei… he was one of ours."

"One of the best," Tsunade agreed quietly. "He'd only recently recovered from his illness about a year earlier. He trained you, if I recall?" Naruto nodded, gaze hard. "He showed me how to be a shinobi and taught me kenjutsu."

"We're not making assumptions," she said eventually. "But… there were unmarked blades in the wounds. Poison with ties to Grass-nin black markets. Too clean to be coincidence. Too convenient."

Naruto took a step closer to the desk, gaze hard. "He showed me how to be a shinobi and taught me kenjutsu."

"I remember," Tsunade murmured. "He spoke well of you. Said you had spirit."

Naruto looked away. "He didn't deserve that end."

"No," she agreed. "He didn't."

Tsunade sat heavily behind her desk and folded her hands.

"I wasn't sure whether to tell you. But he would have wanted you to know the truth. Not from a report. Not as a rumor."

Naruto stood in silence, thoughts spiraling.

"…I want to help find who did this."

Tsunade's gaze sharpened. "You're not ready for that path yet."

"Then train me. Push me harder. Just don't keep me out of it."

The silence stretched.

Tsunade studied his face. "You're thinking of revenge?"

"No," Naruto replied, voice low. "I'm thinking of justice. For him. For the guards who died doing their duty."

Tsunade's gaze softened, but her voice remained firm. "Then channel that. You're Chūnin now. The weight you carry isn't just personal. It's the weight of our fallen too."

She continued. "Which means your decisions carry weight. And your vengeance carries consequences."

Naruto looked up, eyes fierce but steady.

"This isn't vengeance. It's justice."

Tsunade didn't smile, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes — pride, maybe. Respect.

"There'll be a mission soon," she said. "For now… go. The Memorial Stone is being updated this evening."

Naruto nodded once and turned to leave, but paused.

"Did he suffer?"

Tsunade's voice was quieter now. "He fought to the end."

That night, as the last light faded from the sky, Naruto stood alone before the Memorial Stone.

Freshly carved among the honored dead was the name:

Hayate Gekkō

Chūnin. Loyal Shinobi. Blade of Konoha.

Naruto didn't bring flowers.

He brought silence. Memory. A vow.

He stood there as the lanterns lit around him, whispering softly into the wind:

"I won't forget the rhythm between strikes, sensei. And I won't let your name fade with the leaves."

A breeze stirred the leaves around him.

And in the hush of Konoha's night, the legacy of one quiet blade was carried forward.


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