Naruto: The Chosen Undead

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Chapter no.85 Armor, Metal, and the Perfect Medium

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Naruto sat cross-legged in the middle of his cluttered living room, the scroll spread out carefully in front of him on the worn wooden floor. The faint smell of instant ramen lingered in the air, and a pile of dirty laundry loomed like a mountain in one corner. Perched atop it like a king surveying his domain was the crystal lizard. The creature basked in a stray beam of sunlight, completely oblivious to the excitement radiating from Naruto.

"I still can't believe it," Naruto muttered, staring at the glowing text hovering over the scroll in his inventory. He tapped the description again for good measure, rereading it for the twentieth time.

[ Item: Fist of the Flickering Peregrine ]

[ Type: Scroll ]

[ Description: A taijutsu style scroll created by Shisui Uchiha. Rooted in the principles of the Shunshin no Jutsu, this technique draws inspiration from the swift dive of the Peregrine Falcon and the legacy of the Fourth Hokage. Shisui's ambition to merge raw speed with precise combat gave birth to this style, a reflection of his dream to become a warrior as fleeting as the wind. ]

Naruto's grin stretched wide across his face, excitement bubbling over. "This is insane! Shisui's taijutsu style! And now it's mine. Heh." He rubbed the back of his head, a familiar cocky glint in his eyes.

"I'm gonna master this for sure! And when I do, that oversized, flea-ridden, cow-headed Taurus Demon is toast! Dattebayo!"

Carefully, almost reverently, Naruto reached out and unraveled the scroll on the floor. The inked words within weren't just instructions—they were personal notes, written with the precision of someone who had poured their heart and soul into this technique. As Naruto read, his grin faltered slightly, replaced with wide-eyed awe.

[Excerpt from Shisui Uchiha's Notes]

The common misconception with the Shunshin no Jutsu is that its speed can be directly applied to combat. This is wrong. At high speeds, the body succumbs to tunnel vision, rendering precision impossible. While you could theoretically use Shunshin to become a spear and ram into your enemy, no one does this. Why? Air resistance. Without protection, the human body tears itself apart at such speeds. At best, you'll ruin your clothes. At worst, you'll burn yourself alive.

This problem led me to study the Raikage's Lightning Cloak. The Lightning Cloak is both a shield and a spear, enabling the Raikage to move at incredible speeds by eliminating drag. It functions like an arrow piercing the air rather than fighting against it. But I lack lightning chakra. My answer came from nature: the peregrine falcon.

The peregrine falcon is the fastest creature alive, diving at over 200 miles per hour. Its secret lies in its streamlined body and how it manipulates airflow. By folding its wings and tilting its feathers, it minimizes drag and glides effortlessly through the air.

Inspired by the Raikage and the falcon, I developed this taijutsu style. Using wind chakra, I create a cloak around my body that eliminates air resistance entirely. The chakra flows like air over feathers, creating a perfect aerodynamic form. This technique isn't just about speed—it's about control.

Speed is the blade, but control is the hilt. Without it, you'll cut yourself before you ever reach your target.

Naruto let out a low whistle as he sat back, the words sinking in.

"So it's not just taijutsu," he murmured to himself, staring at the intricate diagrams etched into the scroll. "It's ninjutsu and taijutsu. A wind chakra cloak…" His grin returned, even wider than before. "That's perfect for me!"

He turned toward the mountain of dirty clothes in the corner.

"Did you hear that, Mr. Lizard?!" Naruto shouted. "Your boss is about to become a legend!"

The lizard blinked once, startled, before quickly burrowing deeper into the laundry pile.

Naruto sighed dramatically, throwing his hands in the air. "I'll get you to love me one day. You'll see!"

[Excerpt from Shisui Uchiha's Notes]

The Raikage's Lightning Cloak—an extraordinary technique, both in concept and execution. The principle behind it is deceptively simple: by infusing his body with Lightning Chakra, the Raikage enhances his nervous system, drastically increasing reaction speed and muscle response. The natural conductivity of lightning allows the chakra to spread evenly, reinforcing his body without tearing it apart.

Wind, however, does not work that way. Wind is wild, volatile, an element that does not embrace—it cuts. It does not conduct through the body; it rages against it. A Wind Cloak, if applied like the Lightning Cloak, would result in catastrophic self-inflicted wounds. The body, caught within its own storm, would be shredded from within.

I have concluded that a stabilizing medium is required. A framework to direct and contain the chakra without allowing it to erode the user.

An interesting workaround, however, would be to weave chakra metal into a mesh—a flexible reinforcement that could serve as an exoskeleton, containing and stabilizing the Wind Cloak's effect.

Theoretically sound. Practically? Uncertain. I will require extensive testing and an exceptional blacksmith to bring this concept to life. The challenge now is not in the technique itself, but in whether or not I will find the time to see it through.

If only there was another of my element who could carry this burden forward…

Naruto frowned as he reread the passage for the fourth time, rubbing his head in confusion.

"Wait a second… does this mean I can wear Wind Chakra like a coat?"

He looked down at himself, then at the chakra metal ingot he had obtained. His brain started working overtime.

"So I just need to get this stuff woven into my armor, and boom, the next Shunshin no Naruto is here!"

The realization hit him like a thrown brick.

"Oh, duh."

With a flicker, he vanished from his spot—reappearing inside Higurashi's Weapon Shop.

Naruto landed right in the middle of a transaction, startling a couple of chunin as they completed their purchase. Mr. Higurashi, ever unfazed, merely raised an eyebrow.

"If you're not buying, get out," the blacksmith said dryly. "Or I'll start charging you for standing on my beautifully waxed floors."

The chunin blinked, then looked down, hesitating. The floor was, in fact, not waxed. It was covered in faint boot prints, a little dusty from the day's work. But Mr. Higurashi's deadpan expression must have been enough because they quickly muttered a goodbye and made their exit.

Naruto exhaled. "Thanks, old man."

"For what?"

Naruto hesitated. "…They were staring at me like I was the fox."

A beat of silence. Then, Mr. Higurashi scoffed. "Nope. Just admiring my fine floor."

Naruto glanced down at the mess beneath his feet. Then back up at the smirking blacksmith.

"Or," Higurashi continued with a teasing glint, "maybe they were just jealous of how ridiculously handsome you are. Girls love a little whisker action, don't they? I bet Tenten agrees."

Naruto blinked, caught off guard. "Sure?"

"Tenten is currently out on a mission."

"Yeah, I know."

Naruto placed the scroll and ingot on the counter. "I need this made."

Higurashi's eyes flickered over the designs, whistling lowly. "Fancy stuff." He picked up the ingot, turning it over in his hands. "You sure you wanna waste perfectly good chakra metal on this?"

Naruto frowned. "Waste? What do you mean?"

The blacksmith gave him a pointed look. "What do you think your armor is made of?"

"…Metal?"

"Some new kind of chakra metal," Higurashi said flatly. "I don't know what kind of ore this is, but your armor's already built to channel chakra without breaking apart under Wind Release. You don't need to mess around with wire mesh or reinforcement—just use what you've already got."

Naruto stared at his gauntlet, then experimentally pulsed Wind Chakra into it.

The result was immediate—smooth, controlled, seamless. His chakra flowed through the Elite Knight armor like it belonged there.

"Wow, Oscar really left me with something else, huh."

Naruto glanced at the Zweihander, still buzzing from his training. At least the big hunk of metal couldn't channel Wind Chakra, meaning his new jutsu wasn't totally useless. But hey, if his armor could get him to Shisui's level, that was a win.

"Thanks for everything, Mr. Higurashi," Naruto said, grabbing his stuff and heading for the door.

The old blacksmith clicked his tongue, watching him go.

"Didn't even get to tell him how conveniently wife-material Tenten's gotten with her cooking skills. Kid's hopeless."

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Back at his apartment, Naruto—fueled by both inspiration and an excessive amount of ramen—decided it was the perfect time to start training the Fist of the Flickering Peregrine.

Slurping up the last of his noodles, he set the scroll aside and clapped his hands together. Alright, let's do this.

With a quick hand sign, he summoned two shadow clones. "You two, clear some space. We're about to make some questionable training decisions."

"On it, boss!" one clone chirped, shoving the coffee table to the side.

"Try not to break anything this time."

Naruto ignored the comment as he focused on the scroll. The first step seemed simple enough: Create a cloak of chakra around your body. Then manipulate the wind chakra to flow around your form, reducing resistance like an aerodynamic bird.

"I can totally do this," Naruto said. "No problem."

He closed his eyes, gathering chakra and letting it spread across his entire body. A shimmering layer of energy coated him, pulsing faintly. So far, so good. Then, with a deep breath, he began converting it to wind chakra.

BOOM!

The wind chakra detonated outward like an uncontrolled storm, shaking the walls and sending Naruto sprawling onto his back. The pile of laundry in the corner exploded into the air, socks and shirts flinging themselves across the room like they had something to prove.

Naruto sat up, coughing as a cloud of dust settled around him. "Ugh! What the—"

He froze at the sound of wheezing laughter. Turning, he spotted his two shadow clones rolling on the floor, clutching their sides as they laughed like maniacs.

"What are you two laughing at?!"

"Look at Mr. Lizard!"

Naruto turned to where the laundry heap had been, now scattered across the room. Right in the middle of it all, perched atop a sock, was the crystal lizard. Except it wasn't perched—it was flailing. The little creature had landed upside down, its tiny legs kicking in frantic circles like a wind-up toy gone wrong.

Naruto blinked.

The clones howled even louder, one of them slapping the floor as tears streamed down his face. "He looks like he's doing aerobics! Someone get him a little sweatband!"

Naruto ignored the two idiots—technically his clones—who were laughing in the corner, their amusement only fueling his focus. His attention was fixed on the crystal lizard lying on its back, its tiny legs flailing helplessly. The little creature's beady eyes locked onto him, a mix of fear and desperation, with a pathetic attempt at intimidation as it hissed softly.

"Scary," Naruto muttered sarcastically, crouching down and motioning for the lizard to calm down. Instead, the creature hissed louder, baring its tiny teeth, but Naruto didn't care. Carefully, he nudged it back onto its feet with two fingers, letting it stabilize itself.

The lizard, clearly on edge, was about to scurry back toward the safety of the laundry pile when Naruto quickly grabbed its tail, lifting it off the ground. The tiny reptile immediately started thrashing wildly, wiggling like crazy, its movements frantic. Naruto held it steady with one hand as he poked a scale near its side, noticing a small wound beneath the scaly exterior. The creature cried out softly in pain.

"Hey, relax. I'm trying to help you, idiot," Naruto muttered, frowning. "Oi! You two morons!" he barked at his clones. "Bring me some water and that weird healing ointment Iruka-sensei gave us!"

The clones snapped to attention, their earlier laughter fading as they jumped into action.

Moments later, they held the lizard down on the table while Naruto got to work. He cleaned the wound first, gently wiping away the dirt and grime that had gathered on the rough edges of the scales. The lizard hissed and squirmed but didn't fight as much as before. Naruto then took the small tin of ointment, scooping some onto his fingers and applying it carefully.

The healing ointment fizzled as it reacted with the wound, releasing a faint, minty aroma and creating a gentle foam that quickly dissolved into the injured area. The scales around the wound seemed to knit together, the jagged edges smoothing out as the injury began to close. The lizard gradually stopped thrashing, its body relaxing under Naruto's careful hands.

"There," Naruto said, setting the creature back down on the floor.

The lizard hesitated for a moment before bolting toward the laundry pile, only to stop abruptly. Its safe haven was gone.

Naruto grinned sheepishly. "Oh yeah, forgot about that. My bad." He grabbed a handful of clothes and began tossing them back into a makeshift pile. "Alright, alright. There you go. Back to your little kingdom."

But the lizard didn't move. It just sat there, staring at him.

"What? You want to thank me? Or… are you hungry?" Naruto asked, scratching his head. He rummaged through his kitchen for a moment before returning with a small piece of raw meat, placing it down near the lizard.

The crystal lizard eyed the meat cautiously before scurrying over to bite into it. Naruto watched as the creature gnawed at the morsel, its little jaws working furiously. Then, to his surprise, the lizard stopped halfway through and slowly approached him, dropping the half-eaten meat near his hand as if offering to share it.

Naruto blinked in surprise. "Uh… thanks?" he said, a grin spreading across his face as he reached out to pet the lizard, but it immediately darted back a few feet, staring at him from a safe distance.

Naruto laughed softly, picking up the leftover meat. "Progress. I'll take it," he said, shaking his head.

The lizard watched him closely as he pretended to eat the meat, sliding it out of view with a sleight-of-hand trick. Naruto raised it to his mouth and then slipped it into his sleeve, making it look like he took a big bite. "Mmm, so good," he said, loudly smacking his lips. There was no way he was actually going to eat that.

The lizard tilted its head, its beady eyes narrowing in suspicion, but it didn't seem to protest.

Naruto stood and turned to his clones. "Alright, you two. Keep an eye on the little guy. Kakashi-sensei should be showing up any minute now."

One of the clones crossed his arms, a thoughtful look on his face. "Hey, we should name it."

"Ramen?" the other clone suggested immediately.

"No," Naruto shot back.

"Noodle?"

"No."

"Well, I'll think of something," Naruto said, waving them off as he grabbed his jacket. He gave the crystal lizard one last glance before heading toward the door. "Be nice to it. I'm the boss here, not you idiots."

As Naruto left, the lizard watched him go, its small head tilted slightly, before scurrying back to its newly rebuilt laundry pile.

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Naruto flickered into the training ground, skidding to a halt just in time to hear Sakura's annoyed yell.

"You're late… both of you!" she shouted, glaring at both Kakashi and Naruto.

The two rubbed the backs of their heads sheepishly, clearly caught off guard.

"I was late because I was trying to save a woman from a giant talking bear," Kakashi said nonchalantly, his usual deadpan delivery making the absurd claim sound oddly plausible. "The bear demanded I defeat him in poetry before he'd let her go."

"Did you win?" Naruto asked earnestly, his eyes wide with curiosity. Considering the bizarre things he'd seen in Lordran, this story didn't sound far-fetched to him.

"He's lying!" Sakura said, her disbelief palpable.

"Shame on you, Kakashi-sensei," Naruto scolded, though he leaned closer and whispered, "So… did you win?"

"Of course I did."

Sakura groaned in exasperation before turning her glare toward Naruto. "And what's your excuse?"

Naruto hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to mention the crystal lizard—not yet. Maybe when the little guy was friendlier, he'd show it off, proving that only he was worthy of its trust. For now, he needed a distraction.

"I was training to use Shisui-san's taijutsu," he said proudly, puffing out his chest. "You know, the one that got him the name Shunshin no Shisui."

That caught everyone off guard, but they immediately translated his words to mean that he was trying to recreate Shisui's taijutsu style.

"How do you know about this?" Kakashi asked, narrowing his visible eye slightly.

"Oh, Iruka-sensei told me," Naruto said smoothly, his grin widening. "Imagine this—Shunshin no Naruto!" He practically shook with excitement at the thought.

Kakashi paused, his mind racing.

Sakura turned her gaze toward Sasuke, her curiosity shifting. Shisui's funeral had been just yesterday. What did Sasuke think about all of this?

Sasuke gave a small nod. "I hope you're able to recreate it."

The unexpected encouragement surprised everyone.

"Thanks for the support, teme," Naruto said, grinning wide.

"If you need help, just ask," Sasuke replied evenly.

"Actually, I've taken a major step toward it!"

Seeing the way everyone was staring at him, he lifted his gauntlet and pulsed Wind Chakra through it.

"Shisui-san used a Wind Cloak to reduce air resistance—something about bird aerodynamics. I'm gonna do that and combine it with Shunshin!"

Sakura and Sasuke just stared, trying to process the sudden info dump.

Kakashi, for his part, somehow found his voice. "My, Naruto," he said, almost choking on his own words, "it seems like you're serious about becoming the next Shunshin no Shisui."

Even as he spoke, Kakashi's mind was spinning.

Because one simple, terrifying realization had just hit him like a runaway bull when he tapped a finger against the boy's armor, sending a trace of chakra into it—only to watch in stunned silence as it flowed through the metal effortlessly, without a hint of resistance.

Naruto's armor—his ridiculously heavy armor—was made of chakra metal.

Not just a little bit.

Not just some reinforcement.

No.

The entire thing was chakra metal.

Kakashi suddenly felt like he needed to sit down.

Because that meant someone had thrown an ungodly amount of money at this kid. Who in their right mind had that kind of wealth?! Who could just casually afford to coat an entire suit of armor in one of the rarest materials in the world?!

And more importantly—

WHO THE HELL WAS OSCAR?!

Kakashi squeezed his temples. First, he finds out Oscar is dead. Then, Naruto casually drops that he's already avenged him. When did that even happen?! How did that even happen?! Was Konoha asleep when all of this went down? Did everyone blink and miss an entire arc of Naruto's life?!

His brain was starting to overheat.

He needed a nap. Or maybe an extended leave of absence. Preferably somewhere far, far away—where Naruto wasn't casually dropping life-altering revelations that made zero damn sense and gave him an existential crisis every single time he spoke.

Oblivious to Kakashi's slow descent into madness, Naruto just grinned.

"Shunshin no Naruto," he corrected proudly. "Don't forget it!"

"Fair enough. Good luck, then," Kakashi said, feeling the sudden urge to just knock himself out.

"Thanks! I'm off to see Team 10—gonna ask Asuma-sensei if he can help me with Shisui's taijutsu!" Naruto said, already preparing to leave.

"Ino's going to be there," Sakura teased, a sly grin spreading across her face.

"Yeah, I know, Sakura."

Sakura wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, clearly trying to get a rise out of him.

"Weirdo," Naruto muttered before body flickering out of sight.

"What was that about?" Sasuke asked, raising an eyebrow as he observed Sakura's flushed face.

Sakura squealed, her voice high-pitched with excitement. "I think Ino has a crush on Naruto!"

"Oh?" Kakashi said, leaning closer like a gossiping auntie. "Do tell."

Sakura eagerly launched into her theories while Kakashi nodded along with faux interest. Meanwhile, Sasuke ignored them both, picking up a few leaves from the ground. He focused on his own training, already channeling chakra into the leaves to generate a small current.

"Sasuke-kun," Kakashi called, glancing over, "what do you think about this?"

"Hn," was Sasuke's only response, his focus unbroken.

Sakura paused, watching him closely. Sasuke's indifferent response struck a chord. How could he remain so detached when one of his biggest fans was now gone?

Ino's words echoed in Sakura's mind: Do you like Sasuke, or do you like the idea of him?

She thought she had an answer now. At first, she had liked the idea of Sasuke—the mysterious prodigy, the perfect hero. But over time, she had come to see the real him. His burdens, his pain, his dreams. She no longer saw him as someone to protect her or save her.

Now, she wanted to stand beside him, shoulder to shoulder.

That was what her love had grown into—a quiet strength to match his.

Her resolve hardened as she watched him continue his training, his focus unwavering.

She would stand by his side, no matter what.

That was her promise to herself.

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