What if Naruto was Trained by Sosuke Aizen

Kyuubi's New Obsession

In the dark, oppressive confines of the sealed space, Kyuubi sat hunched over a glowing computer screen. The game Pokémon Fire Red had captured his attention, and the once-mighty Nine-Tails was now fully engrossed in the pixelated world of Pokémon battles.

"Hmph, these graphics are so primitive," Kyuubi muttered, his voice dripping with disdain. "These creatures wouldn't last a second against me in the real world."

Yet, despite his complaints, his massive clawed paw hovered over the mouse, clicking furiously as he navigated through the game. The cheerful music and vibrant colors were a stark contrast to the bleakness of his prison, and Kyuubi found himself oddly captivated.

"Choose a starter Pokémon? Hmph, I only need one to dominate this world. Charmander, you'll do. If you're confident enough to call yourself a dragon, you'd better live up to it."

As the game progressed, Kyuubi's initial skepticism gave way to genuine interest. He growled in frustration when his attempts to catch a wild Pokémon failed. "If I were out there, I wouldn't need these silly Poké Balls. They'd bow to me on sight!"

But when he finally succeeded in capturing a Pokémon, Kyuubi couldn't help but feel a strange sense of accomplishment. "Not bad, little one. You've earned your place by my side."

However, his triumph was short-lived. When he reached the first gym leader, the screen froze, displaying a message:

"Fox, if you behave, I'll let you play the next part."

Kyuubi's roar of anger echoed through the sealed space. "You insolent brat! How dare you mock me!"

Naruto's Strategy

Outside the sealed space, Naruto smiled to himself. His plan was working perfectly. By introducing Kyuubi to the addictive world of gaming, he had given the fox a taste of something he couldn't resist. It was a subtle form of psychological warfare, and Naruto was confident it would pay off.

"This is what they call 'killing with kindness,'" Naruto thought, amused. Despite Kyuubi's constant interference, Naruto had chosen to respond with patience and cunning. He knew that breaking Kyuubi's spirit would take time, but he was willing to play the long game.

A New Day in Konoha

The next morning, Naruto woke up feeling refreshed. After a quick breakfast, he dressed in his signature white robe and headed out to the streets of Konoha. The villagers, as usual, avoided him, but the outright hostility had diminished. Naruto's carefully crafted persona—gentle, polite, and unassuming—had begun to soften their attitudes.

He stopped by the market to pick up groceries, exchanging polite greetings with Mrs. Tanaka, the kind old woman who ran the vegetable stall. She was one of the few villagers who didn't treat him with outright disdain.

After returning home to prepare a simple bento, Naruto made his way to the training ground. He had promised to meet Sasuke for a training session, and he was curious to see what the Uchiha heir had in store.

The Training Ground

Sasuke arrived at the training ground right on time. He spotted Naruto standing under the autumn sun, his green sword gleaming in the light. Naruto's presence was calm yet commanding, and Sasuke couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and envy.

"Sword skills," Sasuke muttered to himself. The Uchiha clan had its own sword techniques, but they were often overshadowed by their reliance on the Sharingan. Sasuke had never paid much attention to swordsmanship, but seeing Naruto wield his blade with such precision made him reconsider.

"Naruto," Sasuke called out, his voice steady but tinged with nervousness.

Naruto turned and smiled. "Good morning, Sasuke. Ready to train?"

Sasuke nodded, but his mind was elsewhere. He had always believed himself to be the second genius of the Uchiha clan, destined to follow in his brother Itachi's footsteps. Meeting Naruto had shaken that belief. The boy was strong—stronger than anyone Sasuke had ever faced.

"Naruto," Sasuke began, his voice trembling slightly. "I... I want to fight you. I need to know how far apart we are."

Naruto's smile didn't waver. He understood Sasuke's pride and the pressure he felt as an Uchiha. "Alright," he said, sheathing his sword. "But remember, this is just a spar. The goal is to learn, not to win."

Sasuke's eyes narrowed. "Don't hold back. I want to see your true strength."

The Spar

The two boys faced each other, the tension palpable. Sasuke took a deep breath, his Sharingan activating as he prepared to analyze Naruto's movements. Naruto, on the other hand, remained calm, his Reiatsu subtly radiating around him.

Sasuke made the first move, darting forward with a kunai in hand. Naruto sidestepped effortlessly, his movements fluid and precise. Sasuke pressed the attack, but Naruto's defense was impenetrable. Every strike was met with a graceful dodge or a perfectly timed block.

Frustration began to creep into Sasuke's expression. "Why won't you fight back?" he demanded.

Naruto smiled. "I'm waiting for the right moment."

With a sudden burst of speed, Naruto closed the distance between them. His sword flashed, and Sasuke barely had time to react. The blade stopped just inches from Sasuke's neck, its edge gleaming in the sunlight.

"Yield," Naruto said softly.

Sasuke's Sharingan deactivated as he stared at the blade in disbelief. He had trained his entire life, yet he couldn't even touch Naruto. The gap between them was staggering.

Aftermath

Naruto lowered his sword and extended a hand to Sasuke. "You're strong, Sasuke. But strength isn't just about power. It's about understanding your limits and pushing past them."

Sasuke hesitated before taking Naruto's hand. "I... I don't understand. How are you so strong?"

Naruto's smile was kind but enigmatic. "I've had good teachers. And I've learned that true strength comes from within."

As the two boys sat down to share the bento Naruto had prepared, Sasuke couldn't help but feel a newfound respect for his rival. Naruto was unlike anyone he had ever met—strong, kind, and wise beyond his years.

Back in the Sealed Space

Kyuubi, still fuming over the frozen game screen, couldn't help but feel a grudging respect for Naruto's cunning. The boy had outmaneuvered him at every turn, and Kyuubi wasn't sure whether to be angry or impressed.

"Hmph, you're a clever one, brat," Kyuubi muttered. "But don't think you've won yet. This is far from over."

Naruto's Reflections

As Naruto walked home that evening, he reflected on the day's events. His plan to weaken Kyuubi's resolve was progressing well, and his budding friendship with Sasuke had the potential to open new doors. The Uchiha clan's resources and knowledge could prove invaluable in the future.

But Naruto knew he couldn't afford to let his guard down. The road ahead was long and fraught with challenges. Yet, with Aizen's guidance and his own determination, he was confident he could overcome them.