Naruto: The Jumper twin .

POV: Narrator

The battlefield was a grim canvas of destruction, painted with smoke and blood. Amidst the carnage, Kushina Uzumaki, the fierce and loving mother, cradled her newborn sons in trembling arms. Her crimson hair, once vibrant, was now soaked with blood, clinging to her face as her life ebbed away. Her gaze softened, not with despair, but with a bittersweet resolve as she looked upon her children.

Tears spilled freely, mingling with the dirt and ash that surrounded her. She forced a weary smile, her voice trembling as she whispered, "You two… you're my greatest treasures. Even if I won't be there to see you grow, know that your mother loved you more than life itself. You… will be strong."

Her voice faltered, a sob catching in her throat. The warmth of her boys against her chest was a cruel reminder of what she was leaving behind—a life she'd dreamed of, stolen by the cruel hand of fate.

"But," she continued, her breath hitching, "this world… is not kind. You'll face hardships, but I believe in you. Always."

With every ounce of her remaining strength, she placed a kiss on each of their foreheads, her lips lingering as if to imprint her love upon their souls. Her vision blurred, the edges of the world fading as she fell limp.

Minato Namikaze, her husband and the village's Fourth Hokage, caught her as she collapsed, his own body barely holding together under the strain of summoning the Reaper. His arms encircled her, his face contorted in anguish.

"Kushina…" His voice cracked. "Forgive me… I took this happiness from you. From them."

He gazed down at his sons—one with hair as bright as the sun, the other dark as midnight. They were so small, so fragile. A lump formed in his throat. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I've forced this burden upon you both. But I promise… you'll live. You'll have a future."

With that, Minato let out a shuddering breath, releasing his soul to the Reaper. He cradled Kushina as they fell together, their lifeless bodies a haunting image of love and sacrifice.

POV: Menma

The world around me resumed, the surreal stillness giving way to chaos. My eyes darted to the lifeless forms of the people who had brought me into this world. I didn't know them, not really, but an unbearable weight crushed my chest. A tear rolled down my cheek unbidden, and I bit back a sob.

The crying baby beside me—my twin—wailed louder, his tiny fists flailing as if to protest the cruel reality we were born into. I didn't need to understand him to feel the shared pain.

"I swear," I whispered internally, "I'll honor her… them. I'll protect you, even if I have to crawl through hell itself."

A sudden burst of chakra made the air around us tremble. My tiny body quivered as masked shinobi surrounded us, their presence imposing yet protective.

"Take the children to safety," ordered the old man who arrived, his voice like thunder. His aged face was lined with sorrow, but his eyes burned with determination.

POV: Hiruzen Sarutobi

The sight of Minato and Kushina's lifeless forms pierced me deeper than any blade could. My heart ached for the young couple who had sacrificed everything for the village. But there was no time for grief, not when the village itself hung by a thread.

"They were heroes," I murmured, my voice thick with emotion. I clenched my fists, feeling the weight of leadership press upon me once again. "Minato… Kushina… I will ensure your sacrifice isn't in vain."

Turning to the gathered shinobi, I raised my voice, commanding their attention.

"My comrades," I began, letting the gravity of my words sink in. "The Fourth Hokage and his wife gave their lives to protect this village. Their children now carry the burden of their legacy. And as long as we draw breath, we will ensure their sacrifice was not for nothing!"

My voice grew louder, more fervent. "When the tree leaves dance, one shall find flames. The fire's shadow will illuminate the village, and once again, tree leaves shall bud anew! Stand with me, my ninjas. We will burn brighter than ever, and those who dare threaten Konoha will feel the unrelenting flames of our will!"

The shinobi erupted in a resounding cry, their voices shaking the very ground. "For Konoha! For the Hokage!"

I watched them rise, their determination a testament to the Will of Fire. But deep within me, a darker resolve took root. Whoever orchestrated this attack, whoever dared to strike at my village, would pay the ultimate price.

POV: Black Zetsu

"No, no, no!" I hissed, slamming myself against a jagged boulder in fury. The pain was insignificant compared to the seething rage coursing through me.

How? How had this happened? I felt the nine-tailed beast's chakra being split, one half sealed within the blond brat and the other… disappearing. Gone.

"This wasn't part of the plan!" I snarled. My claws scraped against the rock as I paced, my mind racing. "Mother… forgive me. I failed you."

A dark chuckle echoed behind me, and I whirled around to see Obito Uchiha emerging from the shadows, his mask glinting in the moonlight.

"Oh, poor Zetsu," he mocked, his tone dripping with amusement. " My dear zetsu why are you so mas what got pantiesin a bunch?" he said in a voice that infuriated me to no end.

"Don't you dare mock me!" I snapped, my voice laced with venom. "This was your failure. You were supposed to retrieve the Nine-Tails!"

In an instant, he was behind me, a kunai pressed to my neck. "Watch your tone, Zetsu," he purred. "I'm the one in charge here. I'm his successor that means your my servant .Remember your place."

I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to bow my head. "Apologies… Tobi-sama. I merely wish for perfection in the plan."

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POV: Menma

The cries of my brother pulled me from my thoughts, and soon I joined him. Hunger gnawed at my tiny body, and I screamed louder, demanding attention.

Next to me, my twin seemed to glare at me as if to say, Did you have to kick me? But he joined in anyway, our combined cries forming a powerful duo.

"We're in this together now," I thought, glancing at him. "I'll survive this world. For her. For us."

The determination within me hardened, but deep down, a sense of foreboding lingered. This wasn't just survival; this was war, and I was just a baby in a land of giants.

Still, I'd make it. No matter what.

For I wasn't just Menma anymore. I was a survivor.