Chương 54: Water and Fire

After breakfast, Shin went back to his room and changed. The clothes he'd worn during the fight with Temari had picked up a few tears — nothing dramatic, but enough to notice. He strapped on his pack, the katana laid horizontally across the top, and headed to Tsume's room. Tsume was sitting on the floor with a cup of tea, looking thoroughly unhurried. Her gaze drifted to the katana on his back — lingered there a beat longer than usual.

"That blade cost a fortune, didn't it." She rubbed her chin.

"Hana never told me when she bought it. Where'd she even get the money?" For a clan member's daughter on a chunin team's mission pay, a proper katana was no small expense.

"Hana said her teammate gave it to her," Shin said, remembering.

"Teammate?" Tsume blinked.

"Zeri Kano?" She squinted.

"That's an expensive gift. He doesn't have ideas about my daughter, does he?"

"Is it just a regular katana?" Tsume asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Can you channel chakra through it?" Shin considered this. He thought he understood what she was getting at.

"No. I can coat the surface, but it doesn't go deeper than that." Tsume nodded.

"Figures. The Kano family were samurai once — old warrior stock. People like that have their pride. They wouldn't use chakra metal for a katana."

"Chakra metal..." Shin murmured.

"A blade forged from chakra metal can extend the properties of your chakra nature along the edge. Wind nature is the most obvious application — wind chakra makes a blade sharper, lets it cut through things that steel alone can't." Tsume spoke at an easy pace, the way she always did when explaining something to him.

"Sharper?" His eyes lit up.

"Do I have wind nature in my chakra?"

"No idea." Tsume laughed.

"Your mother was fire nature. Your father was water. Whether you've got wind is anyone's guess." Shin went quiet. He'd released a Great Fireball Jutsu at the Uchiha compound — fire nature was confirmed. But wind...

"How do you find out what your nature is?" Tsume caught the eagerness in his voice and found it amusing. She rarely saw him like this. Shin had always been the quiet, well-behaved one — never fixated on anything in particular. She didn't know it was the sword that had changed that.

"Kuromaru." She called to the large dog lying nearby. Kuromaru opened his one remaining eye and padded over.

"Normally you'd use special chakra paper — it reacts to your nature type. I didn't bring any with me, but Kuromaru can tell you." Tsume smiled. Shin nodded.

"Hold out your hand. Release your chakra." He extended one hand. A faint blue glow bloomed across his palm. Kuromaru leaned in and pressed his nose close, sniffing once, twice.

"Chakra natures... have different scents?" Shin asked.

"Idiot. The Inuzuka clan's ninken aren't just noses." Tsume shook her head, amused.

"They have sensory abilities too."

"Oh."

"Sensor-type shinobi are all extremely sensitive to chakra. Beyond precise chakra control, they can accurately identify chakra natures. The Yamanaka clan has strong sensory abilities — you've got a Yamanaka in your class, don't you? Ino?" Her expression turned sly. Shin chose not to engage with whatever she was implying. Kuromaru raised his head.

"Water and fire. Fire is dominant."

"... I see." Shin's shoulders dropped, almost imperceptibly. No wind.

"A chakra blade doesn't have to be wind nature to be useful," Tsume said, reading his disappointment.

"The standard-issue tantō every shinobi carries is made from chakra metal, and not every shinobi is a wind user. Water and fire are plenty strong. If you specialize in fire nature, you can add explosive force to your strikes — and once you make jonin, you'll be able to develop additional natures." For a blade... if it isn't about cutting, what's the point? Shin shook his head. He was letting himself get boxed in.

Ever since arriving in this world, he'd been so fixated on the impossible powers of shinobi that he'd begun to doubt what his own swordsmanship could achieve. No wind chakra — so what? Is there anything I can't cut? No. A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Tsume-sama, we're ready to depart." Tomotoshi Ueno's voice came from outside.

"Coming!" Tsume called back.

"Let's go." Shin and Kuromaru followed her out. Tomotoshi Ueno and Risuke Nogawa were waiting in the corridor. Nogawa wore his usual attire, katana at his hip. Ueno was dressed in plain traveling clothes — nothing about him suggested a wealthy merchant.

"Tsume-sama." Both men bowed.

"Everyone's ready and waiting for you," Ueno said.

"No need for all the formality." Tsume waved them off.

"Let's move." As they walked, Shin found his gaze drawn to the sword at Nogawa's hip. The scabbard and hilt were understated — no ornamentation, no lacquer. Plain. But the blade inside was a mystery.

"This sword is called Machimori." Nogawa noticed Shin looking and offered a polite smile.

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"Nogawa-san," Shin said.

"Is your sword made from chakra metal?" The warmth drained from Nogawa's face. His expression went cold — instantly, completely.

"Don't joke about that." Shin blinked. He had no idea what he'd said wrong. He glanced up at Tsume. She looked equally puzzled.

"Risuke is from the Land of Iron," Ueno cut in quickly.

"Ah." Tsume's expression cleared. She turned to Shin with an apologetic look.

"That's Shin's mistake. He's young — he didn't know." The Land of Iron... Gotō had mentioned it to him once. He'd seen the name on a map. But nothing about it had ever come up in school.

"The Land of Iron is a nation of samurai," Tsume explained, seeing his confusion.

"But the country's split — the new-school samurai who hold power now use chakra. The old-school samurai refuse."

"What kind of samurai abandons his own body for borrowed power?" Nogawa's lip curled with open contempt. So that's why he reacted that way. The pride of a samurai. Shin nodded. He understood. A nation of samurai. The swordsmanship there had to be exceptional. I'd like to see it someday. The thought sparked something — a quiet, genuine interest. They stepped outside. The caravan was assembled and waiting. Shin spotted Norikata Gotō sitting on one of the wagons.

The young man's gaze found him immediately, and there was something strange in it — probably because he'd witnessed the fight with Temari. The Sand shinobi were nowhere to be seen. Shin fell in line with the caravan as it rumbled out of the border town and headed deeper into the Land of Rivers. The sky over Konoha was overcast. Kakashi walked the village streets at his usual unhurried pace.

Few people were out at this hour, but every so often he caught the flicker of a shadow overhead — ANBU operatives darting across rooftops, half-hidden, moving with purpose. The village's ANBU presence had multiplied overnight. All of them executing the same order. He was heading toward the Hokage's building. His gaze flicked to an alleyway. Nothing there — just walls and shadow. He stopped. Then he vanished.

A black-haired ANBU in a porcelain mask had just touched down, preparing to leap again, when a figure appeared in his path. He hadn't been there a second ago.

"K-Kakashi-senpai?" Beneath the cat-faced mask, a metal face guard covered the lower half of his face — similar in style to the Second Hokage's.

"Tenzō." Kakashi stood with his hands in his pockets, watching the ANBU with a calm, steady gaze.

"Kakashi-senpai, can I help you with something?"

"Lot of ANBU around today."

"..." Tenzō went quiet.

"Relax, I'm not asking about your mission." Kakashi smiled behind his mask, easy and unbothered.

"I know the rules." Tenzō seemed to breathe out.

"How've you been?" Kakashi asked, as if they'd bumped into each other at a tea shop.

"Same as before."

"That so."

"..." The silence stretched just long enough to become something else.

"Tenzō... do you know Itachi Uchiha?" Kakashi said. Tenzō seemed caught off guard.

"Itachi Uchiha?"

"He was on my squad before you joined. He transferred out of Team Six, and you replaced him."

"I know who he is, but we've never really interacted."

"Mm."

"I know he's under Lord Danzō's ANBU division now. Made squad captain recently."

"..." Kakashi already knew all of that.

"He's a former student of mine. Seems like something's going on with him lately — it's been on my mind." Kakashi's tone stayed light, conversational.

"Wanted to know what he's been up to."

"I see." Tenzō's voice turned hesitant, as if he were weighing something.

"Look, I'm not in ANBU anymore, so it's not really my place to dig into this. Don't put yourself in a difficult position." Kakashi waved it off.

"Kakashi-senpai..." Tenzō began, still hesitant.

"We're in different divisions, so I don't have much to go on. But... during a rotation I did guarding the Hokage's building... I noticed Itachi Uchiha coming and going from the Hokage's office. Frequently." Kakashi's expression didn't change. But behind his eyes, something was moving — connections forming, pieces clicking into place.

"Thanks, Tenzō."

"It's nothing, Kakashi-senpai."

"You've still got work to do. Let's get a drink sometime when you're off duty." Tenzō nodded, then leaped — and was gone. Kakashi stood alone in the alley. Itachi... could he be working for Lord Hokage? He'd been a jonin for over a decade. He had a rough sense of what was coming. Everyone at his level did. He stepped out of the alley and continued toward the Hokage's building. The Hokage's office. Only two people in the room. The Third Hokage stood over Itachi, who knelt on one knee before him.

The Hokage's robes hung to his ankles. From Itachi's angle, that was all he could see — the hem of white fabric brushing the floor.

"You're not wrong." The Third Hokage's voice was level.

"But the safety of this village cannot rest on one person's word alone."

"..."

"I want to believe you, Itachi. But I can no longer afford to believe the Uchiha. Even if what you say is true — even if they didn't move last night." Itachi's body trembled, barely.

"Lord Hokage..." His voice came low and slow.

"The Uchiha... have no way back." The Third Hokage glanced down at him. Then he turned to face the window, gazing out across the rooftops of the Hidden Leaf.

"No. They don't." He spoke as if confirming something he'd already accepted.

"But compared to the Uchiha, whose position is clear — it's the ones whose loyalties remain unknown that frighten me most." Itachi went rigid. His head snapped up. All he saw was the Hokage's back.

"..." The silence in the room was suffocating.

"Fugaku Uchiha... intends to revolt." Itachi spoke at last, each word pulled from somewhere deep.

"Their primary objective... is to seize control of the village's jinchuriki." The Third Hokage spun around. His face had gone dark — terrifyingly so. His eyes locked onto Itachi like a hawk's.

"You're telling me that besides Shisui Uchiha, there is a second Mangekyō?"

"It's Fugaku Uchiha's Sharingan. The ability is unknown, but his ocular power is more than sufficient to control the Nine-Tails. The Uchiha have operatives stationed near the jinchuriki's residence and near the Academy — ready to seize him the moment the uprising begins." The Third Hokage stared down at the kneeling boy, his expression unreadable, his mind turning through countermeasures at a pace that belied his age.

"Itachi." When he finally spoke, it was after a long silence.

"You encountered Kakashi yesterday."

"..." Itachi didn't move.

"The Barrier Team's intelligence indicates that someone has been entering and leaving the village near the Naka Shrine. Repeatedly." The Hokage turned back to face him.

"Explain." Itachi didn't answer. The silence grew — heavy, immovable. The Third Hokage didn't push. He simply waited. They stood at an impasse. The quiet stretched on and on until, slowly, Itachi raised his head.

"Lord Hokage..." he said. Their eyes met. Itachi's black irises shifted — three tomoe spiraling into existence, then accelerating, blurring, resolving into a pattern like a three-bladed pinwheel. Tsukuyomi. The word formed silently in his mind. The room around them began to warp— Shing. Shing. Shing. The world snapped back. Every hair on Itachi's body stood on end. He was wrenched out of the genjutsu before it could take hold, and in the same instant felt killing intent lock onto him from every direction.

Something ice-cold pressed against his throat. Three blades — gleaming, razor-sharp — rested against his neck. Three ANBU stood behind him. As a fellow ANBU operative, Itachi knew with absolute certainty: these people would kill him without blinking. The room that had held only two people was suddenly full. ANBU materialized from every shadow, surrounding him in a ring of porcelain masks.

Several were holding the same seal — black lines of sealing script crawled up his body like vines, draining his chakra in steady pulses.

"Don't move." A voice at his ear, cold as the steel on his skin. He felt the blade shift, nearly breaking the surface.

"Release the genjutsu." A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. He looked toward the Third Hokage — caught between the collapsing illusion and reality, the old man stood perfectly calm, gazing down at him with the same quiet steadiness. The pressure rolling off him was unlike anything Itachi had ever felt. It wasn't a man standing there. It was a lion that had been woken.

"Lord Hokage." Itachi's voice came with effort, his throat pressed against steel.

"Forgive the offense. There are things I need to tell you." The Third Hokage said nothing. He studied Itachi — pinned, immobilized, completely at the mercy of his guard — for a long, measuring moment. Then the pressure receded. His gaze swept the room. The ANBU withdrew their blades. The sealing script dissolved. Every operative vanished in the same breath. The killing intent, the suffocating weight — gone, as if it had never been there at all. Itachi allowed himself a silent exhale.

"What is it?" the Third Hokage asked.

"Lord Hokage." Itachi knelt formally and bowed.

"I mean no harm. I only wished to speak to you inside a genjutsu — a space where no one else can listen."

"..."

"The Mangekyō's genjutsu?" The Third Hokage's gaze was flat, unreadable.

"..."

"Very well." Itachi breathed out. He found himself, despite everything, in awe of the old man's nerve. The three-bladed pinwheel in his eyes began to spin. The room dissolved — the walls, the desk, the light from the window — all of it stilling, freezing, as if the world itself had stopped. He didn't feel the ANBU react. But he knew — with absolute certainty — that the slightest wrong move would bring the blades back to his throat faster than he could blink.

The Third Hokage showed no surprise at the shifting landscape. He simply looked at Itachi and waited. Itachi gathered himself.

"A few days ago... two individuals approached me." His voice was steady now, measured.

"One of them had a sensory ability unlike anything I've encountered — bizarre, impossible to evade."

"..." The Hokage's gaze flickered. He said nothing.

"The other... was a man wearing a mask."