Here it is folks, the last chapter of this FF. It was nice to see some of my old readers tracking down the chapters they missed and joining the more current ones in anticipation of this last chapter. I only hope you're not all disappointed by the lack of action in this issue. It is simply the aftermath of the battle against the Bijuu. The final string to tie up this Fan Fiction with the actual Naruto timeline. I'm grateful for all your support, your patience during delays and when LONG chapters were released. You'll be happy to know that Unknown Tales of Namikaze Minato just won another FIRST place award last month. It's all cuz of you all.”
Orochimaru swaggered away with the same imperial air of authority and power that he usually commanded, totally oblivious to the multitude of eyes which stared after him, scared and horrified.
A pat on Minato's shoulder drew his attention away from Orochimaru. It was Jiraiya who had come to Minato's side, his face drooped and his head shaking bitterly. “You see what he has become, Minato.” said Jiraiya in a grim whisper. “My friend...my best friend...”
“Sensei, I'm sorry.” comforted the Yellow Flash as he caught a view of the dejected and somber expression upon Jiraiya's broad features.
“The Bijuu are a more pressing matter.” responded Jiraiya, a smile creeping unto his face and a happy gleam in his eyes as he turned to his prized pupil. “What does Konoha's Fourth Hokage propose?”
“Well,” began the Yellow Flash...
A few hours later saw all the Konoha leaping in the quick, alert brilliant and stealthy fashion synonymous to all skilled shinobi. It was around dawn, yet the surroundings still bore traces of the dark and brutal night that had passed. Still in the geographical boundaries of the Water Country, the Konoha ninja were subjected to its serene and humid weather. It was deathly cold on this particular morning and, not surprisingly, a hazy mist lurked quietly in the chilly air.
At the helm of the troops were three shinobi:
A shivering but smiling Minato, whose ocean blue eyes were warm and bright, in sharp contrast to the pallor of his shin, owing to the cold. He advanced forward with the speed, lithe, and alacrity befitting of his legendary moniker.
A large and brawny Jiraiya, whose wizened and aging face was tinged with a slight and weak smile. He bolted forward, keeping in exact pace with his student, the boisterous and vibrant manner of his person not in anyway hampered by the gloomy weather.
Finally, a surly and pale Orochimaru, the pallor of his skin having nothing to do with the cold, but a clear reflection of the coldness of his stony heart. He spared a few furtive glances at Minato, a subtle gleam of murder in those sunken pale yellow eyes.
“Brilliant idea, Minato! Simply incredible!” praised Jiraiya, looking proudly at his pupil. “Using your peculiar techniques to siphon off the Bijuu's chakra and give it to our troops.”
“You give me too much credit.” responded Minato with a smile.
“Nonsense. If it weren't for you, a lot of people would be dead right now. The medics ran out of chakra while treating the seriously wounded troops if you remember.”
“It was nothing really-”
“Not too mention those you teleported back to Konoha to receive more than just basic treatment.”
“If he used the Uzumaki sealing techniques to make a Jinchuuriki,” cut in Orochimaru, with a cold and deep voice, “then those massive chakra reserves would have served Konoha's benefit for decades to come.”
“Geez, Orochimaru, stop with that militaristic thinking. You sound like Danzo.”
Orochimaru twitched nervously for a split second at the mention of the name. He quickly bought himself.
Jiraiya continued, “With any luck, Kiri will see our mercy and benevolence in deciding not to take their Bijuu and perhaps reach a treaty with Konoha sometime in the future.”
“Kirigakure are all animals.” hissed Orochimaru. “Murderous, ravenous beasts. Mercy is weakness to them. I predict that they would battle Konoha even more passionately as they have seen how weak our resolve is. Minato, for such a legendary killer, you really are pansy.” sneered Orochimaru.
A tense silence loomed between the three ninja. Minato looked at Orochimaru, his expression inscrutable, the gentle smile wiped from his face. Jiraiya looked angry.
“That's your opinion,” said Jiraiya, in defense of pupil, “I perceive that the higher ups will see things Minato's way, as it was a decision taken birthed from Konoha's primary ideals. Something like this could go a long way in his quest to become Hokage. Who knows, Orochimaru, he might even get the title before you!”
Orochimaru chuckled dryly. “We'll see about that.” hissed the Sannin, and he increased his pace, storming ahead of Jiraiya and Minato.
“Fourth Hokage,” said Minato, once Orochimaru was out of earshot, “it has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?”
“Indeed!” boomed Jiraiya.
The journey to Konoha took a total of three days. It was on a normal sunny afternoon that these Konoha troops finally landed in their hometown. The grand gates of the village swung open cheerfully to allow them entry while the guards stationed there bellowed praises for Jiraiya and Minato; the duo who conquered the enemies' Bijuu.
“Good job, Jiraiya-sama!”
“All hail the great Toad Sage!”
“And the Yellow Flash too!”
Orochimaru somehow managed to look more surly and pale at these happenings. With an angry look in his eye, he leaped away from the company of ninja at the very moment they crossed the threshold into Konoha, heading to places unknown. The Konoha shinobi all stared after him, their faces tinged with fear.
Since Orochimaru decided to take an abrupt leave, it was Minato and Jiraiya who had to drag their tired feet to the Hokage's office in order to report all that happened in their final battle at Kiri.
The office of the village's leader looked as dull and quaint as always. The man himself stood at his large window, bathing in the warm sunlight that peered into the room when Jiraiya and his student walked in.
“How's it going old man?” drawled Jiraiya.
“Good afternoon, Hokage-sama.” greeted Minato.
The Hokage turned to face them. A warm smile had curled on those wrinkled lips where his pipe was ever puffing smoke. The broad hat had cast a shadow over his soft brown eyes. “You're back. I've been expecting you. Where's Orochimaru?”
There was simply silence. From the strained expressions on Jiraiya and Minato's faces, Hiruzen gleaned that the answer would be an uncomfortable one. “Oh well, it doesn't matter much. You dont need to deliver your report. I've heard enough from the Konoha shinobi you teleported to the village hospital last night. You idea was simply brilliant, Minato.”
“Thank you Hokage-sama.”
“The elders appreciated it. Danzo was against it however, but nobody cares about him.” Hiruzen chuckled lightly while Jiraiya grinned mischeviously, even Minato smiled. “Anyways, you have a whole month to rest this time.”
“Thank you, Hokage-sama!” responded the blonde, barely containing his excitement.
“I'm sure Kushina would thank you too, Sarutobi-sensei!” said Jiraiya with a wink at Minato.
“Oh yes, I'm sure she would.” responded the Third Hokage, giving Minato a curious look with a sly smile on those aged features.
“Stop it, Sensei!” shrieked Minato who was blushing furiously. “I mean...er-”
“It's nothing to get embarrassed about!” boomed Hiruzen genially. “Jiraiya and myself are both familiar with the lust and pleasures that come with youth.”
“H-Hokage-sama!” protested Minato once more.
“Alright, let's stop this before Minato here bursts into tears. Kushina tells me he was a pansy in his youth.” teased Jiraiya through a chuckle. Minato glared murder at the Toad Sage, which only made the man laugh harder.
The blonde sighed and turned to the Hokage. “What would be the nature of my next mission?”
“The council is still deliberating on what to do with you next. It's something about the Kannabi Bridge.”
The End.
I hoped you enjoyed it. I'm planning on a sort of side story which features an adventure of Minato as the Fourth Hokage. I hope you would all read it when it is released. That should be a month from now.
Orochimaru swaggered away with the same imperial air of authority and power that he usually commanded, totally oblivious to the multitude of eyes which stared after him, scared and horrified.
A pat on Minato's shoulder drew his attention away from Orochimaru. It was Jiraiya who had come to Minato's side, his face drooped and his head shaking bitterly. “You see what he has become, Minato.” said Jiraiya in a grim whisper. “My friend...my best friend...”
“Sensei, I'm sorry.” comforted the Yellow Flash as he caught a view of the dejected and somber expression upon Jiraiya's broad features.
“The Bijuu are a more pressing matter.” responded Jiraiya, a smile creeping unto his face and a happy gleam in his eyes as he turned to his prized pupil. “What does Konoha's Fourth Hokage propose?”
“Well,” began the Yellow Flash...
A few hours later saw all the Konoha leaping in the quick, alert brilliant and stealthy fashion synonymous to all skilled shinobi. It was around dawn, yet the surroundings still bore traces of the dark and brutal night that had passed. Still in the geographical boundaries of the Water Country, the Konoha ninja were subjected to its serene and humid weather. It was deathly cold on this particular morning and, not surprisingly, a hazy mist lurked quietly in the chilly air.
At the helm of the troops were three shinobi:
A shivering but smiling Minato, whose ocean blue eyes were warm and bright, in sharp contrast to the pallor of his shin, owing to the cold. He advanced forward with the speed, lithe, and alacrity befitting of his legendary moniker.
A large and brawny Jiraiya, whose wizened and aging face was tinged with a slight and weak smile. He bolted forward, keeping in exact pace with his student, the boisterous and vibrant manner of his person not in anyway hampered by the gloomy weather.
Finally, a surly and pale Orochimaru, the pallor of his skin having nothing to do with the cold, but a clear reflection of the coldness of his stony heart. He spared a few furtive glances at Minato, a subtle gleam of murder in those sunken pale yellow eyes.
“Brilliant idea, Minato! Simply incredible!” praised Jiraiya, looking proudly at his pupil. “Using your peculiar techniques to siphon off the Bijuu's chakra and give it to our troops.”
“You give me too much credit.” responded Minato with a smile.
“Nonsense. If it weren't for you, a lot of people would be dead right now. The medics ran out of chakra while treating the seriously wounded troops if you remember.”
“It was nothing really-”
“Not too mention those you teleported back to Konoha to receive more than just basic treatment.”
“If he used the Uzumaki sealing techniques to make a Jinchuuriki,” cut in Orochimaru, with a cold and deep voice, “then those massive chakra reserves would have served Konoha's benefit for decades to come.”
“Geez, Orochimaru, stop with that militaristic thinking. You sound like Danzo.”
Orochimaru twitched nervously for a split second at the mention of the name. He quickly bought himself.
Jiraiya continued, “With any luck, Kiri will see our mercy and benevolence in deciding not to take their Bijuu and perhaps reach a treaty with Konoha sometime in the future.”
“Kirigakure are all animals.” hissed Orochimaru. “Murderous, ravenous beasts. Mercy is weakness to them. I predict that they would battle Konoha even more passionately as they have seen how weak our resolve is. Minato, for such a legendary killer, you really are pansy.” sneered Orochimaru.
A tense silence loomed between the three ninja. Minato looked at Orochimaru, his expression inscrutable, the gentle smile wiped from his face. Jiraiya looked angry.
“That's your opinion,” said Jiraiya, in defense of pupil, “I perceive that the higher ups will see things Minato's way, as it was a decision taken birthed from Konoha's primary ideals. Something like this could go a long way in his quest to become Hokage. Who knows, Orochimaru, he might even get the title before you!”
Orochimaru chuckled dryly. “We'll see about that.” hissed the Sannin, and he increased his pace, storming ahead of Jiraiya and Minato.
“Fourth Hokage,” said Minato, once Orochimaru was out of earshot, “it has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?”
“Indeed!” boomed Jiraiya.
The journey to Konoha took a total of three days. It was on a normal sunny afternoon that these Konoha troops finally landed in their hometown. The grand gates of the village swung open cheerfully to allow them entry while the guards stationed there bellowed praises for Jiraiya and Minato; the duo who conquered the enemies' Bijuu.
“Good job, Jiraiya-sama!”
“All hail the great Toad Sage!”
“And the Yellow Flash too!”
Orochimaru somehow managed to look more surly and pale at these happenings. With an angry look in his eye, he leaped away from the company of ninja at the very moment they crossed the threshold into Konoha, heading to places unknown. The Konoha shinobi all stared after him, their faces tinged with fear.
Since Orochimaru decided to take an abrupt leave, it was Minato and Jiraiya who had to drag their tired feet to the Hokage's office in order to report all that happened in their final battle at Kiri.
The office of the village's leader looked as dull and quaint as always. The man himself stood at his large window, bathing in the warm sunlight that peered into the room when Jiraiya and his student walked in.
“How's it going old man?” drawled Jiraiya.
“Good afternoon, Hokage-sama.” greeted Minato.
The Hokage turned to face them. A warm smile had curled on those wrinkled lips where his pipe was ever puffing smoke. The broad hat had cast a shadow over his soft brown eyes. “You're back. I've been expecting you. Where's Orochimaru?”
There was simply silence. From the strained expressions on Jiraiya and Minato's faces, Hiruzen gleaned that the answer would be an uncomfortable one. “Oh well, it doesn't matter much. You dont need to deliver your report. I've heard enough from the Konoha shinobi you teleported to the village hospital last night. You idea was simply brilliant, Minato.”
“Thank you Hokage-sama.”
“The elders appreciated it. Danzo was against it however, but nobody cares about him.” Hiruzen chuckled lightly while Jiraiya grinned mischeviously, even Minato smiled. “Anyways, you have a whole month to rest this time.”
“Thank you, Hokage-sama!” responded the blonde, barely containing his excitement.
“I'm sure Kushina would thank you too, Sarutobi-sensei!” said Jiraiya with a wink at Minato.
“Oh yes, I'm sure she would.” responded the Third Hokage, giving Minato a curious look with a sly smile on those aged features.
“Stop it, Sensei!” shrieked Minato who was blushing furiously. “I mean...er-”
“It's nothing to get embarrassed about!” boomed Hiruzen genially. “Jiraiya and myself are both familiar with the lust and pleasures that come with youth.”
“H-Hokage-sama!” protested Minato once more.
“Alright, let's stop this before Minato here bursts into tears. Kushina tells me he was a pansy in his youth.” teased Jiraiya through a chuckle. Minato glared murder at the Toad Sage, which only made the man laugh harder.
The blonde sighed and turned to the Hokage. “What would be the nature of my next mission?”
“The council is still deliberating on what to do with you next. It's something about the Kannabi Bridge.”
The End.
I hoped you enjoyed it. I'm planning on a sort of side story which features an adventure of Minato as the Fourth Hokage. I hope you would all read it when it is released. That should be a month from now.
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