Fanfic based on Naruto (by Masashi Kishimoto) and Bleach (by Tite Kubo). This is a fan-made story with no official affiliation. The content is shared as part of the creative rewards on my Patreon.
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Previous Chapter
Neru let out a long sigh, resigning himself to fate while thinking, "He's a damn jinchūriki... and A's on him 24/7... Sigh... They better pay me overtime for this."
The Raikage, ignoring Neru's internal monologue, turned his attention back to Yoruichi in his arms.
"Let's go. Time to get ready. We've got important matters to discuss and no time to waste. Neru, Renji—I want you both in the strategy room in ten minutes."
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Without waiting for a response, he walked out of the room with Yoruichi in his arms, carrying her like it was the most natural thing in the world.
As he made his way through the halls of the Raikage's residence, he looked down at the little girl, who stared back at him with wide, curious eyes.
"The future of Kumogakure rests in this generation's hands," he thought, adjusting his cloak. "We'll do whatever it takes to protect her."
Neru watched him leave, then shot a glare at Renji.
"See what happens when you use me as a punching bag? Now I've got to go to Kirigakure. Kirigakure, Renji! Do you know how much I hate humidity? My mustache won't survive that."
Renji smirked and clapped him on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, Neru. With any luck, the mist'll cover your bald head and no one will notice your lack of style."
Neru clenched his teeth, ready to fire back—but Renji was already out the door, laughing to himself.
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Ten minutes later…
The strategy room glowed with the soft light of several hanging lamps. Detailed maps of the ninja world lined the walls, surrounded by stacks of intel and tactical charts.
At the center of the room stood a large wooden table, holding a fully spread-out map of the shinobi world.
Gathered around it were the remaining key figures of Kumogakure who hadn't been deployed.
Kimiko, Kimiko, the chief strategist, pointed to different sections of the map while talking quietly with the Raikage. Her appearance stood out: deep brown skin, bright blonde hair, and a costume of a kimono with clouds and stockings.
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Zoma, head of Kumogakure's defensive forces, stood nearby with arms crossed.
As the man responsible for the village's protection and border security, his presence radiated a calm, commanding strength.
A group of council elders murmured among themselves.
Their representative, Unsui, carried on a composed conversation with Unka, the Minister of the Land of Lightning and official liaison between the feudal domain and the common people.
Chieko, the head accountant and representative of the merchants, scribbled rapidly on a scroll packed with numbers and annotations.
She looked every bit the professional—curvy build, traditional kimono, glasses, and a sharp, no-nonsense demeanor.
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Beside her stood Yuna, the head of the medical unit.
A striking woman with fair skin, short blonde hair, and clear eyes—her figure was eye-catching, with pronounced curves.
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Though not a front-line fighter like Konoha's legendary Tsunade, she made up for it with deep medical expertise and dedication. Thanks to her, anyone who made it close to Kumogakure stood a real chance of surviving.
In her arms, Yuna gently held Yoruichi, looking down at her with a maternal gaze as she listened intently.
At the front of the room stood the Raikage, radiating authority.
When Neru and Renji entered, he looked up and motioned toward them.
"Good. Now that everyone who can be here is here, let's begin."
The atmosphere in the room immediately grew tense as the Raikage began to speak. His tone was firm and commanding, making sure he had the full attention of everyone present.
"The situation is critical, and our strategies must be executed without error. Each of you plays a vital role in securing our survival and victory in this war. From now on, I expect no one to forget that."
He swept the room with his eyes, pausing briefly on each person.
The elders, who had been quietly murmuring before, fell completely silent, their expressions stiff.
Even Yoruichi, nestled in Yuna's arms, could feel the weight in the air. Despite her small body shivering slightly from the cold, the adults around her were clearly sweating under pressure.
Pointing to several locations on the map, the Raikage continued:
"Kimiko will oversee all operations from here. She'll use her summoning techniques to stay in communication and report any critical updates. If necessary, she has the authority to move personnel and resources without waiting for my direct approval. Understood?"
—"Yes!"—came the unified response from most of the room.
But the Raikage's eyes locked sharply onto the elders.
"Understood?" he repeated, his tone heavier this time.
The elders, visibly uneasy, nodded quickly and replied in a louder, clearer voice:
"Yes, understood, Raikage-sama!"
"Good," the Raikage said, nodding, then turned his attention to Zoma.
"Zoma, you'll be in charge of reinforcing Kumogakure's defenses. I want you to stay here and make sure our borders and our people are protected."
Before he could go on, Zoma raised a hand, requesting permission to speak.
The Raikage watched him silently for a moment, then gave a slight nod.
"Sir... I don't believe I'm worthy of this responsibility," Zoma said, his voice tense but steady. "I think I would be of more use on the front lines."
Renji looked ready to speak up, but Zoma raised his voice, cutting him off:
"I'm not worthy! I failed, sir. I failed to protect Kumogakure while you were away. Our people died. Shinobi died. Civilians died... My teacher died..."
His final words were filled with raw pain. As he spoke, his eyes drifted toward Yoruichi, who was watching him from Yuna's arms.
He quickly looked away, his face flushed with shame.
"If I couldn't protect the ones I cared about most... how can I believe I'm fit to protect this village? How can I claim to defend our country?" he finished, lowering his head.
The tension in the room deepened as the Raikage regarded Zoma with a solemn expression, letting the silence sit heavy for a moment before speaking.
"Zoma..." the Raikage began, his voice still commanding but laced with a rare sense of empathy. "Protecting Kumogakure has never been easy, and no shinobi—no matter how strong—can prevent every tragedy. Loss is inevitable in war. But real strength lies in learning from that loss and pushing forward."
Zoma kept his head down, shame evident in every movement. But the Raikage wouldn't let him sink into it.
"The weight you carry in your heart is proof of your dedication to our village. That's not weakness, Zoma—that's humanity. And that is exactly why I trust you to lead Kumogakure's defenses."
The Raikage stepped forward, locking eyes with Zoma, forcing him to look up.
"If you truly believe you've failed, then use that feeling. Let it drive you. Show everyone—and more importantly, show yourself—that you can be the shield our village needs."
The Raikage paused, giving Zoma a moment to absorb his words before continuing:
"Because let me tell you something, Zoma—Kumogakure doesn't need flawless heroes. It needs warriors who get back up, no matter how many times they fall."
With a firm gesture, the Raikage placed both hands on Zoma's shoulders.
"Are you really planning to give up? To let yourself drown over something you couldn't change? The past is set—but the future is in your hands. Now it's your job to carry on, to protect what she gave her life for… and to guard the one the legendary 'Bloodstorm' died defending."
His voice rose, filling the room with raw force.
"Don't stop now! Get stronger so this never happens again! Reinforce your shield, Zoma! Stand tall!"
The roar echoed like thunder, and Zoma, eyes still red with emotion, looked up with renewed determination.
"Yes, sir. I'll do everything in my power to protect our village and our people. I won't fail again."
The Raikage nodded with approval and turned to address the rest of the room.
"Let's continue. We can't afford hesitation. Each of you plays a crucial role. I'm counting on your full effort to ensure our survival—and our victory. Now let's focus on the next steps."
The tension in the room eased just slightly, though the weight of responsibility remained heavy. The Raikage then turned to Neru, pointing at him.
"Neru, your mission is critical. You'll be deployed to Kirigakure. Your sensory skills, infiltration experience, and your Storm Release kekkei genkai make you uniquely suited to operate in that mist-covered terrain."
He pointed to a strategic location on the map.
"Your objective is simple: secure the zone and eliminate any enemy movements. Squads A and B have already stabilized most of the front. The Third Mizukage is currently engaged near the Konoha border. Your task is to reinforce those positions and ensure no enemy crosses into our territory."
Neru nodded, his face set with focus and determination. The Raikage gave a final look at the map before moving on to further strategic planning.
Meanwhile, in Yuna's arms, Yoruichi stared at Neru with wide eyes.
"Does that Nappa-lookin' guy really have infiltration skills?" she wondered skeptically.
Neru didn't exactly scream "stealth." He was tall, muscular, and completely bald—his shiny head reflecting the room's soft lights. His standard-issue Kumogakure uniform looked like it was about to burst at the seams, and his ANBU mask was oversized, only making his hulking frame more noticeable.
Yoruichi let out a mental sigh. To her, Neru looked like anything but a covert ops ninja.
The room buzzed with ongoing discussion—until suddenly, Yoruichi felt a pang of hunger.
Not in the mood to endure the discomfort or wait patiently, she let out a powerful cry, her wails immediately halting all conversation.
"WUAWUAWUA!"
"Shh, it's okay, little one..." Yuna cooed, gently rocking her. She glanced at the Raikage with a nervous smile.
"Raikage-sama, may I feed her?"
"Of course, Yuna. Take your time."
With his permission, Yuna moved to a quiet corner of the room. She loosened the top of her robe slightly, then performed a quick set of hand signs:
Dog, Bird, Boar, Monkey, Ox.
"Medical Jutsu: Lactation."
Her breasts began to lactate, and she quickly lifted Yoruichi, who calmed instantly. The baby stared up, then latched on with urgent enthusiasm.
"Arara... You remind me of my little Samui," Yuna said softly, cradling the baby with care. Her thoughts wandered for a moment.
She's already a year old... nearly two now…
Meanwhile, in the center of the room, strategy discussions resumed at full intensity.
No one paid much attention to Yuna—whether out of respect or simple focus, it didn't matter.
Chieko, adjusting her glasses and scanning a scroll full of calculations, raised her voice over the hum of discussion.
"Raikage-sama, we need to consider the logistical costs of these operations. Without optimizing transport and resource use, we'll run short."
The Raikage nodded gravely, fully aware of the challenges ahead.
"I know, Chieko. Prepare a detailed report before sunrise. Every kunai, every ration must count in this war."
The meeting continued with further tactical breakdowns and resource planning until, at last, it came to an end.
As the group dispersed, the Raikage glanced toward Yoruichi, now fast asleep again in Yuna's arms—belly full, face peaceful.
This generation… he thought, with a mix of resolve and hope.
I'll do everything in my power to protect them—and secure their future.
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End of Chapter 5
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Note: I didn't like this chapter, and sorry if yoruichi doesn't have much importance, but I'm cooking, because in the future, I plan to set the kitchen on fire, to the point that some meats will burn, and this chapter is central in introducing characters, even if it's a little stuffed because it introduces zoma and so on, but well, that's why I uploaded it quickly.
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