Naruto :Madam, You Don’t Want Anything To Happen To Sasuke, Right?

After Jiraiya left, Uchiha Haru sought out a secluded place to begin his Sage Art training.

In truth, practicing Sage Arts wasn't something that could be done anywhere. The so-called training was more of a preparatory step — the real cultivation could only happen in special places imbued with natural energy, like Mount Myoboku, Ryuchi Cave, or Shikkotsu Forest.

Because Jiraiya had learned Senjutsu from the Great Toad Sage of Mount Myoboku, Haru inherited his path and set off for the same sacred ground to begin his training.

Upon arriving at Mount Myoboku, Haru was first brought before the ancient and revered Great Toad Sage. Only after this formal introduction did his training truly begin.

Much like Naruto when he first set foot on Mount Myoboku in the original timeline, Haru started with the basics — slow, steady steps that gradually opened his body to the influx of natural energy.

Under normal circumstances, mastering Sage Chakra was an arduous challenge even for the most talented ninja. Even someone like Jiraiya, one of the Legendary Sannin, had struggled significantly. Naruto had suffered greatly in the early stages of training, nearly turning into stone multiple times.

Senjutsu wasn't a mere extension of chakra control — it was an entirely different system. Something foreign, even dangerous. Trying to master it without precision could cost you your life.

Every ninja, regardless of innate genius, would encounter bottlenecks along the way.

But Uchiha Haru was different.

From the beginning, his progress was smooth. Any minor obstacles that appeared were quickly brushed aside. The rigorous checkpoints that had stymied even the most promising shinobi were, to Haru, mere formalities.

He passed through the training stages like a natural, barely registering the effort it was supposed to take.

The Toad Sages of Mount Myoboku were astonished.

They had never seen such a prodigious talent — not even among the long history of shinobi who had walked their sacred paths.

It felt as though Sage Mode had been tailor-made for Uchiha Haru, as though his very existence had been fated for Senjutsu. Even the Great Toad Sage, with millennia of wisdom and foresight, remarked that Haru might have been born solely to wield Sage Chakra.

His talent was not just one in a million — it was something rarer, something beyond the reach of probability.

But Haru knew better.

He had long since noticed the hidden factor — the subtle, otherworldly rhythm that moved through his chakra coils.

It wasn't just talent.

It was his body — the physical legacy of the Ōtsutsuki lineage.

The Ōtsutsuki physique, a fabled construct whispered of in ancient scrolls, gave him an unparalleled affinity with natural energy. Chakra didn't need to be molded forcibly; it flowed into him as though drawn by gravity.

Sage Chakra entered his body uninvited, condensed on its own, and responded to his will with near-effortless precision.

Even mastering the balance of natural, spiritual, and physical energy — the core of Sage Mode — required minimal concentration from him. It was as if the mountain itself wanted to be a part of him.

And so, Haru remained at Mount Myoboku, dedicating himself wholly to his training. He gradually distanced himself from the affairs of the Hidden Mist Village and the Police Department in Konoha.

It wasn't that he'd abandoned his responsibilities — he had simply delegated them.

The Mist Village had Mei Terumi and Chief Kaguya holding the reins. The Police Department in Konoha was in the hands of Byakugan-user Ao and a tight circle of loyal Uchiha operatives. Haru rarely got involved. At most, he'd offer a few words of guidance.

Now, he didn't even bother with that.

His focus was singular — mastery of Sage Arts.

Until one day, Mei Terumi arrived in person to meet him.

Haru withdrew from the sacred training grounds and met her on the mountain's outer edge.

"What happened?" he asked flatly.

He knew Mei wouldn't have come unless something serious had occurred.

"It's serious," she said, frowning with unease. "The Six-Tails Jinchūriki... he won't make it."

Haru's crimson eyes narrowed slightly.

Some time ago, Hidan and Kakuzu had attacked the Hidden Mist in an attempt to extract the Six-Tails. Though they had failed, the Jinchūriki had sustained critical injuries. Tsunade herself had been brought in to stabilize him.

Even then, it had been a temporary reprieve.

Now, it seemed his fate was sealed.

"I see," Haru said, showing no emotion.

Mei grew more anxious at his lack of response.

She continued, "Once the Jinchūriki dies, the tailed beast will be released and become unbound. If we don't seal it into a new host soon, it could cause chaos."

"The Hidden Mist Village has only just begun to recover. We can't afford another disaster."

Haru gave a low, disinterested hum. "Hm."

That single syllable carried the weight of indifference.

Mei clenched her fists, her breath tightening in frustration, but she dared not raise her voice. She knew exactly who stood before her.

This man — this prodigy — was not someone she could afford to antagonize.

Still, despite the tension simmering beneath her composed exterior, she chose diplomacy.

"I came to ask your opinion," she said, carefully. "What should we do now?"

"If the Jinchūriki dies," Haru said simply, "find another."

Mei blinked. "I know that, but it's not as simple as just choosing a new host."

"To be a Jinchūriki, you need more than chakra reserves. Loyalty is crucial — unwavering loyalty to the village."

Tailed beasts weren't just tools; they were nuclear weapons in flesh. Mishandled, they became threats instead of assets.

Each village kept their tailed beasts tightly sealed in carefully chosen hosts, often raised from childhood under constant surveillance.

"You can't just grab someone off the street and expect them to handle a tailed beast," Mei said. "They have to be prepared. They have to be trusted."

Whether the person chosen can withstand the power of a Tailed Beast and suppress it is crucial.

If not, it's nothing more than a death sentence—pointless, a complete waste.

Very few people meet both conditions.

And the current Six-Tails Jinchūriki can't hold on much longer.

To find someone suitable in such a short time is nearly impossible.

Back when the Six-Tails Jinchūriki was seriously wounded, Mei Terumi had already sent search teams across the Land of Water and beyond.

But nothing turned up—no suitable candidate had been found.

In desperation, she turned to Uchiha Haru.

She remembered what Haru had once told her: that he could resolve this situation.

And Haru understood the meaning behind her visit.

He nodded without hesitation and took the burden upon himself.

Even though he was in a crucial phase of his training, what Haru needed most was time.

His cultivation at Mount Myōboku had already shown clear progress. Now, the next step was to integrate the Sage Chakra he'd recently mastered with his existing ninjutsu repertoire. Only by fusing the two could he create true combat strength.

Otherwise, it would all be meaningless.

From the moment he arrived in the world of shinobi, Haru had committed himself to a single goal—growth through strength.

Nothing else was more important.

Still, he agreed to help Mei Terumi find a successor Jinchūriki for the Six-Tails.

First—because he had promised.

Second—

Who said he had to do the search personally?

Wouldn't a shadow clone suffice?

With that, Haru performed a series of hand signs and used Wood Release: Multiple Shadow Clone Technique. One of the clones broke away from the main group, its sole mission: find a new host for the Six-Tails.

Meanwhile, Haru and his remaining clones focused on more critical work—researching how to merge Sage Chakra with various forms of ninjutsu.

Neither effort would interfere with the other.

Perfect.

After receiving Haru's commitment, Mei Terumi left with a rare sense of calm.

She didn't know who he would choose.

She didn't ask what method he'd use.

But she was certain of one thing—if Haru said he'd do something, he'd do it. He always delivered. In her eyes, Uchiha Haru had already become someone capable of anything.

So the clone set out alone.

To ensure no mishap delayed him, it carried a special kunai etched with Haru's Flying Thunder God Formula.

Haru wasn't going to wander aimlessly across the continent. That would be a waste of precious time.

Even at his current speed, by the time he found someone suitable, it might already be too late.

He already had someone in mind.

Uzumaki Karin—a kunoichi from the Land of Grass.

Descendants of the Uzumaki clan had always been the ideal vessels for Tailed Beasts.

Why else had all of Konoha's Nine-Tails Jinchūriki been Uzumaki?

The Land of Grass bordered the Land of Fire, quite a distance from the Hidden Mist Village. Even with Haru's speed, the trip would still take valuable time.

Fortunately, he had a backup plan—Flying Thunder God Technique.

As long as he located Karin, he could teleport them both back instantly.

If everything went smoothly, he'd make it in time.

The clone advanced rapidly, racing toward the Land of Grass. Using intel from various sources and the sharp insight granted by his Mangekyō Sharingan, he honed in on Karin's potential location.

And he found her.

In a grim, shadowed alley.

A child.

Thin. Dirty. Alone.

She sat on the cold stone, knees pulled to her chest, trembling from hunger and the chill of early spring. Her scarlet hair clung to her face, damp with tears and grime.

Uzumaki Karin had lost her parents long ago.

An orphan, born into war and misfortune.

She didn't understand why other children had families—why they had someone to hold them, protect them, feed them.

She had no one.

Every day was a fight for survival. Barely managing one meal a day was a blessing. Shelter was whatever overhang she could find. And worst of all—she had long forgotten what warmth felt like.

She wanted to change. Desperately.

But what could she do?

She was just a starving girl with no family, no chakra training, no backing. Powerless. Forgotten.

In this world, children like her died quietly in the streets—nameless and unnoticed.

Just like her friend had. A boy she used to know. One day, he collapsed in the alley. No one ever came for him.

Karin feared she'd be next.

Then, that morning…

Light broke through the clouds. A warm ray of sun illuminated the alley.

It fell directly on her.

She opened her eyes slowly.

A man stood before her, tall and impossibly graceful.

She blinked, stunned. Was this a dream?

She'd never seen someone so beautiful.

Not once, not in her entire life.

His features were refined, almost ethereal. Eyes deep as obsidian. Hair dark, but faintly kissed by the light. His chakra—if she had the senses to see it—was immense. Ancient. Fearsome.

He didn't look like a man.

He looked like destiny.

Then he spoke.

His voice was calm—gentle.

A warmth like spring wind after a long, bitter winter.

"Would you like to come with me?" he asked.

There was no hesitation.

"I am willing," she answered instantly.

She didn't even know his name.

But something deep within told her—this was right.

Even if she were wrong… even if it led to death… it wouldn't be worse than what she had now.

And just like that, Uzumaki Karin made her choice.

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