Snow drifted down in lazy, quiet spirals as Naruto shimmered into existence at Firelink Shrine. He blinked once, then squinted up at the gray sky. "…It's snowing in lordran?"
Oscar, bundled tightly in a thick blanket with tiny earmuffs strapped around his head, wriggled free just long enough to stick out his tongue and catch a falling snowflake. He chirped in delight before immediately retreating back into the warmth.
Naruto pulled his scarf tighter. "We escape Konoha's snow just to get ambushed by Lordran's. Figures."
The bonfire crackled nearby, its light weak against the cold. Sitting close to it, hunched forward with his arms wrapped around himself, was the Crestfallen Warrior. He glanced up at Naruto through half-lidded eyes, breath fogging the air. "Hm. Snow, is it? Well… suppose that makes sense. World's gone mad long ago. Why shouldn't it start dressing up for the occasion too?"
Naruto looked him over. "You cold?"
The man snorted quietly. "Cold? No, no. That would imply I still expect warmth." He shifted closer to the bonfire anyway. "But I wouldn't say no to another layer. Those… clothes you wear. They look absurdly practical."
"Sorry, super emo guy," Naruto said easily. "Didn't bring extras. If you want, I can grab you something later."
The Crestfallen Warrior hummed, almost amused. "Later, eh? Bold of you to assume either of us will still be here." He paused, then added, softer, "Still… I'd appreciate it. Suppose even a crestfallen fool can indulge once a year."
"Once a year?"
The man leaned back, staring into the flames as snow gathered on the stone around them. "Aye. There was a time, you see. Long before bells and curses and all this rot. A season where people pretended things might turn out alright." His lips twitched. "Christmas, they called it. Can you imagine? Giving gifts, sharing food, laughing without wondering who'd hollow first."
A faint sound drifted through the shrine, carried on the cold wind. Singing. Soft, hesitant at first, then steadier. Voices weaving together in a simple melody.
Naruto turned toward it. "That… singing?"
The Crestfallen Warrior sighed. "Seems the way of white bastards haven't strangled that tradition yet. Only time of year that gives this place a bit of value." He shook his head. "Enjoy it while it lasts. Everything else tends to fade."
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Naruto made his way toward the ruined church, boots crunching softly against snow-dusted stone. The carols grew clearer with every step, voices echoing through broken arches and collapsed walls. Near the doorway, a familiar figure stood with his back to the stone, arms folded loosely, orange flame flickering in his palm more out of habit than need.
"Yo," Naruto said.
Laurentius looked up, his face brightening immediately. "Ah! You again. Good to see you still walking about and not screaming for help inside a barrel somewhere." He glanced at Naruto's bundled clothes and tilted his head. "Though I must ask, my dear friend. Why not use your flames to keep yourself warm? You carry fire in your very hands, after all."
"Shit. Why didn't think of that?!"
Laurentius chuckled. "Happens more often than you'd think. Fire becomes so familiar that you forget what it's good for." He gestured vaguely toward the ruins, where the singing drifted through the air. "As for me, I'm simply listening."
"To Christmas stuff?"
"Mm." Laurentius nodded slowly. "I do not celebrate it myself. Never did, even back home in the Great Swamp. But passion like this… belief carried through voices rather than flames." He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the melody wash over him. "It's a pleasant thing to hear. Reminds you that people still care enough to sing."
"I'm gonna check it out. You wanna come?"
Laurentius smiled. "No, thank you. Watching from here is enough for me. Go on. Enjoy it properly. I'll stay right here and make sure the fire doesn't forget its job."
"Suit yourself."
As he headed inside, Laurentius called after him, voice carrying easily despite its calm tone. "Be safe, friend. And don't you dare go Hollow. Not tonight."
Naruto lifted a hand in reply without turning back, the sound of carols swallowing his footsteps.
Rest now, you weary Undead
Let nothing bring despair
Remember still the First Flame
Once burned against the Dark
When hope was thin and souls were lost
And night had claimed the land
Oh tidings of fire and warmth
Fire and warmth
Oh tidings of fire and warmth
Rest now, you weary Undead
Let nothing bring despair
Remember still the First Flame
Once burned against the Dark
When hope was thin and souls were lost
And night had claimed the land
Oh tidings of fire and warmth
Fire and warmth
Oh tidings of fire and warmth
In ancient days, in fading light
A gentle soul appeared
He walked the roads of ash and frost
Where Hollow hearts had feared
With simple gifts and open hands
He gave with no demand
Oh tidings of fire and warmth
Fire and warmth
Oh tidings of fire and warmth
"Fear not," the old flames whispered low
"Do not surrender yet
For even as the fire wanes
Its embers linger still
Those who endure, who share their light
Shall never walk alone"
Oh tidings of fire and warmth
Fire and warmth
Oh tidings of fire and warmth
Rest now, you weary Undead
Let nothing bring despair
Remember still the First Flame
That fights the endless Dark
Though gods may fade and ages end
And ash replace the morn
Oh tidings of fire and warmth
Fire and warmth
Oh tidings of fire and warmth
Reah of Thorolund sang with her hands folded at her chest. Vince and Nico stood at her sides, lending their voices with quiet devotion.
Naruto and Oscar had stopped near the staircase, both of them bobbing their heads gently to the rhythm. Oscar let out a pleased little chirp as the final note faded into the stone.
When the song ended, Naruto clapped, a little louder than he probably should have. Oscar followed suit, smacking his tiny claws together enthusiastically.
Reah opened her eyes and turned, surprised but pleased. "Sir Naruto," she said, bowing deeply. "It has been some time since we last spoke."
"Yeah. I've been trying to escape winter one way or another. Didn't really work out."
"Why would one wish to flee winter? This is the most sacred and festive time of the year."
"I don't know if 'festive' really fits Lordran. Hollows, demons, giant skeletons. Kinda kills the mood."
Reah smiled faintly, unoffended. "Even so, this season endures. It is the time of Saint Nick."
"Saint who now?"
Reah folded her hands again, her voice softening as she spoke. "Long ago, when the Age of Fire began to wane and men despaired, there was a wanderer who refused to turn Hollow. He walked the frozen roads between settlements, carrying warmth where there was none. Food for the starving. Tools for the weary. Small gifts, freely given, not in exchange for faith, but to remind people why they should keep it."
Oscar had sparkles in his eyes.
"Some say the gods noticed him," Reah continued. "Others say he was never mortal at all. Only that when belief was strongest, Saint Nick would pass unseen through the night, leaving gifts for all. In time, he became part of the pantheon. A lesser god, perhaps, but a kind one. A reminder that generosity itself can be holy."
"So he's like… a god of presents?"
Reah allowed herself a small, embarrassed nod. "If one must simplify it so crudely, yes."
"Huh. Lordran's got better holidays than I thought."
The idea struck Naruto all at once, like a spark catching dry kindling.
He hurried into Andre's forge, boots crunching softly over frost that had begun to creep even this far into Firelink. The warmth of the bonfire mixed with the smell of iron and coal, and there, sitting near the edge of the stone staircase, was Dusk. She stared out at the falling snow beyond the archway, her expression distant and oddly fragile.
"Hey there, princess, why the long face?"
Dusk startled and turned. "Oh. Sir Naruto, my apologies. I did not notice you." She moved as if to stand, but Naruto gently pressed a hand down on her shoulder, guiding her back to her seat.
"Relax. What's wrong? Don't tell me Christmas is already getting to you."
She hesitated, then nodded. "In a way… yes. In Oolacile, this time of year was always marked with celebration. The royal family would decorate the great tree in the central plaza. The king himself would cast a light spell upon its crown. A single orb, brilliant and warm, meant to remind the people that even as the days grew shorter, light still endured."
Her voice softened as she spoke, carried by memory. "Families gathered beneath it. Food was shared. Stories were told. It was a time meant for closeness, for gratitude, for remembering that warmth did not vanish simply because darkness lingered."
Naruto and Oscar stared at her in silence. Dusk seemed to realize how far she had gone and flushed, lowering her gaze.
"My apologies. I allowed myself to ramble. This season has simply made me… nostalgic for a happier time."
"Princess, I've been thinking of throwing a Christmas party. Would you like to come?"
Dusk's face lit up so brightly it rivaled the bonfire itself.
"I would love to," she said without hesitation.
Naruto laughed, and Oscar bobbed his head in agreement. "Alright then. I've never actually celebrated this holiday properly, so tell me. What do we need?"
Dusk straightened, enthusiasm replacing melancholy. She began listing things off with growing excitement. Decorations, lights, food meant to be shared freely, music to fill the air, small gifts given for joy. A place where everyone could gather without fear, if only for one night.
Naruto nodded along, committing everything to memory. "Got it. Oh, by the way, where's Onion-senpai and old man Andre?"
"Down in the shop," Dusk replied.
Naruto leaned over the railing and looked below. Siegmeyer and Andre sat near the forge, mugs in hand, deep in what appeared to be a very serious discussion involving beer.
"What do you two think about a Christmas party?"
Siegmeyer hummed thoughtfully. "Hmm… a gathering, you say?"
Andre scratched his beard. "Long as there's eggnog, I'm in."
"Good, because I'm inviting everyone I know in Lordran. I'm gonna need your help."
Siegmeyer laughed heartily. "Always a pleasure to hear your ambitious ideas, young Naruto. Very well. I, Siegmeyer of Catarina, shall gladly lend my aid."
Naruto pumped a fist into the air. "Alright then. Let's make this the best Christmas party Konoha has ever seen. Dattebayo!"
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Coming back to Konoha, Naruto equipped a large scroll and spread it across his table. He had a lot to handle if this party was going to work. Food, people, gifts, decorations, and most importantly, a tree.
Oscar chirped from his spot on the windowsill.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's go ask everyone," Naruto said, grinning. He clapped his hands together, and a dozen shadow clones burst into existence. "You all know the plan. Go."
The first clone made a beeline for Ichiraku Ramen. The shop was crowded, steam rising from bowls as shinobi and merchants crowded inside to escape the cold.
"Ayame-neechan," Naruto called, leaning over the counter. "You free to come to a party?"
Ayame didn't even look up from her chopping board. "No, Naruto. Can't you see I'm busy?"
Winter had driven half the village into the shop, and every seat was full.
"But it's a Christmas party," Naruto loudly yelled anyway.
That caught attention. A few patrons paused mid-slurp. Someone frowned in confusion. Naruto launched straight into an explanation, not about Saint Nick, but about the holiday itself. About people gathering, sharing food, exchanging small gifts, and taking one night to forgot about their troubles.
Ayame finally stopped moving and glanced toward her father.
Teuchi hummed thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. "We could close early. One night won't hurt."
"If you're promising food, I suppose we can come."
"Yes," Naruto said, pumping his fist. The clone vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving behind murmurs as shinobi and merchants began talking among themselves, intrigued.
The idea of Christmas began to spread amongst the shinobi.
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The original arrived at the Uchiha compound where the duo was sparring in the open yard filled with snow.
Sasuke advanced first, bastard blade flashing in tight arcs aimed at joints and wrists. Sakura met him head-on, the axe haft turning in her hands as she redirected his strikes with the shaft before countering with heavy, sweeping blows that cracked the stone beneath their feet.
Steel rang against steel.
Sasuke slid inside her reach, thrusting toward her shoulder, but Sakura twisted her hips and brought the axe down in a brutal diagonal cut. Sasuke barely slipped aside, the blade shaving a lock of his hair as it struck the ground hard enough to send chips flying.
"Too slow," Sakura said, smirking.
"Too heavy," Sasuke shot back, his sword dance forcing Sakura to give ground. She let him press, then suddenly stepped in, shoulder-checking him and swinging the axe in a short, vicious arc that forced Sasuke to block instead of dodge.
The impact rattled his arms.
The clone clapped loudly. "Yo. Christmas party."
Both of them froze.
"A what?" Sakura asked, resting the axe on her shoulder.
Naruto's clone launched into the explanation again, animated and enthusiastic. By the time he finished, Sakura looked amused, and Sasuke looked… thoughtful.
"That all sounds nice and all," Sakura said, resting the axe against her shoulder, "but where is this party even supposed to happen?"
"I was thinking… the Uchiha compound."
"You are joking."
Naruto glanced at Sasuke. "I am very serious."
The compound was quiet. Too quiet. Streets meant for dozens now empty, houses standing like ghosts. Sasuke crossed his arms, staring down the road as if measuring something only he could see. Normally, he would have shut the idea down instantly. His clan's land was not a public square, and he hated the idea of people trampling through it for something frivolous.
But this was Naruto.
And worse, the place had been empty for years.
"…Outside only," Sasuke said at last. "In the streets. No entering the houses. And only people we know."
Naruto's face lit up. "Yes!"
"You actually agreed?"
Sasuke shot the pink haired kunoichi a look. "Don't make a big deal out of it."
"What about my friends from Lordran?"
"…Hn."
Naruto pumped his fist again. "Best Christmas ever."
Sakura exhaled slowly, already feeling a headache coming on. "Okay. Fine. Location settled. How exactly are we doing this?" She twirled the axe in her hands. "Because if we need a tree, I can go cut one down right now."
"I already had my clones invite everyone," Naruto said cheerfully.
Sasuke and Sakura both turned to him at the same time.
"…When?"
Naruto checked the watch on his wrist. "About an hour from now."
The silence that followed was murderous.
Sakura's eye twitched. "Naruto."
Sasuke's glare sharpened. "You are an idiot."
"I feel like I walked into something dangerous," Kakashi said mildly as he appeared in a swirl of leaves, his visible eye crinkling. "One of Naruto's clones told me to come here. Should I be concerned?"
"Yes," Sakura snapped.
Naruto hurriedly explained everything again, talking faster the angrier Sakura looked. Kakashi listened with surprising seriousness, nodding along. "All right. This is salvageable. Naruto, have your clones set up tents, lanterns, and seating. Sasuke and Sakura, go to the Forest of Death and get a large tree. Bigger is better."
Sakura brightened a little.
"I'll speak to the Akimichi clan," Kakashi continued. "If there is food involved, they will not say no."
"Will that actually work?"
Kakashi smiled under his mask. "Trust me. Food is diplomacy to them."
"Food, decorations, guests…" Sakura paused, then stiffened. "Wait. Gifts. Naruto, where are the gifts coming from?"
"Uh."
"One hour is not enough time," Sakura said flatly.
"Buy socks, sweaters or something."
Sakura glared at the uchiha. "Some of us care about presents."
Naruto raised his hands defensively. "It's not about the gifts, Sakura. It's about everyone coming together. Besides, I really want you guys to meet my friends from Lordran."
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The Hokage Tower was quiet in a way that only came before something important.
Hiruzen Sarutobi sat at the head of the chamber as rows of shinobi filled the room. Jonin stood along the walls while Chunin occupied the center rows, posture straight, eyes forward. Even they understood what this gathering meant.
"This is not a meeting I call lightly," Hiruzen said, his voice calm but carrying effortlessly across the chamber. "Thank you all for assembling on such short notice."
No one spoke.
"In the life of a village, moments like this matter. They mark not just personal achievement, but trust. Responsibility. The passing of weight from one generation to the next."
Several shinobi shifted slightly.
"Many of you here are chunin," Hiruzen said, his gaze sweeping the room. "You are competent officers. Squad leaders. Specialists. You are trusted to complete missions, to command genin, and to act independently in the field. You are the backbone of Konoha's operations."
He paused.
"But jonin are something else entirely."
The room felt heavier.
"A jonin is not promoted for skill alone. Strength is expected. Talent is assumed. What separates a jonin from a chunin is judgment. The ability to assess a battlefield, to adapt when plans collapse, to lead others through chaos and loss."
His eyes lingered on the younger shinobi.
"A jonin is trusted with missions where failure is expected, where survival is uncertain, and where the consequences of hesitation can mean the loss of comrades or civilians. They are tacticians, instructors, and, when necessary, executioners. They represent the village itself when diplomacy fails and war begins."
No one breathed.
"Jonin are few because they must be," Hiruzen said quietly. "Each one carries authority that can shift the outcome of conflicts. Each one is expected to act without oversight, without hesitation, and without excuse."
He straightened.
"Today, Konoha welcomes a new jonin into its ranks."
A murmur rippled through the room, quickly silenced.
A shinobi stepped forward from the side of the chamber. The sound of boots against polished stone echoed clearly. They stopped before the Hokage and knelt, head bowed.
Hiruzen picked up a scroll sealed with the Hokage's mark.
"By the authority vested in me as Third Hokage," he said, "and upon the recommendation of multiple senior jonin, mission commanders, and intelligence officers, I hereby promote you to the rank of jonin of Konohagakure."
He extended the scroll.
"From this day forward, you are entrusted with the lives of others, the secrets of this village, and the authority to act in its name."
The newly promoted jonin accepted the scroll with both hands.
"I will not fail."
"See that you do not."
The jonin rose and turned to face the room. Several jonin inclined their heads in acknowledgment. A few chunin looked on with something between awe and quiet ambition.
The ceremony should have ended without any fanfare.
It almost did.
The doors to the chamber burst open with a sharp crack, and a red blur shot across the polished floor before anyone could react. Every head turned at once as Naruto Uzumaki skidded to a stop in front of the Hokage.
"Old man," Naruto said brightly, completely unaware of the stunned silence he had just shattered, "you wanna come to my party?"
The room froze.
Hiruzen slowly lifted his gaze to Naruto, his expression calm, patient, and carrying a single unspoken message.
Read the room.
Naruto infact did not read the room.
Instead, he straightened and turned, eyes lighting up as he spotted familiar faces. "Oh, hey! Kurenai-sensei! Asuma-sensei! Bushy brows!"
Several shinobi visibly flinched.
"You three are invited to Konoha's first ever Christmas party!" Naruto announced, spreading his arms wide as if presenting a grand revelation.
Asuma and Kurenai mainted their composure. Guy, on the other hand, leaned forward eagerly.
"Christmas?" Guy boomed. "Naruto, my youthful student, what is this festival of which you speak?"
Naruto launched into an enthusiastic explanation, hands flying as he talked about food, gifts, people gathering together, and something about a fat man who broke into houses for wholesome reasons.
"So yeah," Naruto finished proudly, "you guys wanna come?"
Kurenai stepped closer and gently nudged him in the ribs. "I would love to, Naruto," she said softly, "but next time, ask us in private."
Asuma chuckled and gave a lazy thumbs-up.
Guy threw his head back and laughed, loud and unrestrained. "I see it now! The passion of youth brought together by warmth and connection! Excuse me while I prepare gifts worthy of such burning youth!"
He vanished in a burst of motion, leaving behind a faint breeze and several stunned jonin.
Naruto blinked, then turned back toward the Hokage. "Oh yeah, old man," he added casually, "bring Konohamaru too."
And with that, he popped in a puff of smoke.
The room remained silent for several seconds.
Hiruzen exhaled slowly through his nose.
He should teach that boy how to read a room.
Yet, as he glanced around, he noticed something unexpected. Jonin and chunin all interested in making their own christmas.
A smile tugged faintly at the corner of Hiruzen's mouth.
He turned to his secretary. "Clear my schedule for the rest of the day," he said calmly. "It seems a break spent with family may be good for the village."
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By the end of the hour, the Uchiha compound no longer felt abandoned or hollow.
A massive tent stood at its center, canvas walls thick and heavy to keep out the cold. Inside, warm lantern light spilled across long wooden tables and hanging ribbons of red and gold cloth. Evergreen branches were woven into the supports, their scent mixing with roasted meat, baked bread, and sweet spices. At the heart of it all stood a towering tree, decorated with paper charms, kunai-shaped ornaments, glowing crystal fragments made by Oscar, and strands of soft golden red and green lightd that pulsed gently like a living thing. Beneath it sat a growing pile of wrapped gifts in mismatched paper and cloth.
"Sorry if I'm late," Hiruzen said warmly as he stepped inside.
Konohamaru hurried ahead of him with Udon and Moegi, all three carefully placing their presents beneath the tree as if it were something sacred. The Hokage smiled at the sight.
Choji was already deep into the feast, sampling unfamiliar dishes Naruto had brought back from Lordran. He spoke animatedly between bites, describing flavors and textures to Shikamaru, who listened with half-lidded eyes while nursing a mug of eggnog.
At another table, Sakura, Tenten, Ino, and Hinata sat close together, hands wrapped around warm cups of hot chocolate. Plates of cookies were scattered between them as their laughter rose and fell in easy waves.
Near the edge of the tent, Sasuke crouched slightly, holding out a small bowl of milk as Tora the cat drank contentedly.
Kiba stared in disbelief. "You seeing this?" he muttered to Shino. "The Uchiha prodigy is a cat guy."
"Not my cat," Sasuke replied flatly, though he did not pull the bowl away.
Neji stood near the drinks table, watching Rock Lee with the vigilance of a guard captain. "Lee," he said evenly, "that mug contains alcohol."
Lee froze mid-sip, sweat forming instantly. "Ah. Youthful error that guy sensei warned me not to do."
Kurenai and Asuma sat together at a quieter table, sharing food while Guy spoke animatedly between mouthfuls, gesturing so broadly he nearly knocked over his plate.
Laughter echoed. Music played softly. The air felt full.
"Where's Naruto?" Hiruzen asked, scanning the crowd.
"He went back to Lordran to grab a few friends."
Hiruzen raised a brow. "So he's bringing back more crystal lizards like oscar?"
Before Kakashi could respond, a bright flash of light flared outside the tent.
A moment later, the entrance rustled, and figures began to pour in. Conversations died mid-sentence as Konoha's shinobi turned, eyes widening.
These were not beasts or summons, but warriors clad in strange armor. Their presence carried weight, like veterans stepping off a battlefield.
At the front of it all stood Naruto, grinning ear to ear.
"Merry Christmas!" he shouted.
And just like that, the night became something unforgettable.
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The first few seconds were awkward.
Two worlds stared at each other across the same space, shinobi instinctively assessing these unknowns while the warriors of Lordran regarded them with equal caution. The air felt tight, like the moment before a blade left its sheath.
Naruto did not care.
Before anyone could overthink it, he clapped his hands loudly and ushered Reah and her two escorts onto the small raised platform near the tree. "Alright, everyone, trust me on this."
Reah inclined her head politely, hands folded, and began to sing.
The words were foreign to the shinobi, but the melody carried warmth all on its own. The tension loosened its grip.
Naruto smiled. Step one, complete.
While the carol continued, he split into a handful of shadow clones and went to work.
"Okay, okay," Naruto muttered, scanning the room. "You three. Yeah. This'll be perfect."
One clone physically herded the Crestfallen Warrior to sit
"Lee, Neji, meet Alexander," Naruto said cheerfully, plopping down between them. "Alexander, these two are… Rock lee and Neji."
The Crestfallen Warrior glanced between the two wondering why he bothered coming here.
"Yosh!" Lee said brightly, stepping right into Alexander's space. "You look like a seasoned warrior! Your armor bears the marks of many battles, and your posture shows endurance! Would you like to spar with me?"
"…What?"
Naruto leaned in helpfully. "He wants to fight you."
Neji studied Alexander more carefully now, head tilting just a fraction. There was no visible chakra, no refined stance like a shinobi's, yet the man carried himself like someone who had survived countless battles through stubborn refusal alone.
"You are not merely depressed," Neji said calmly. "You are exhausted. Yet you still carry your weapon. Why?"
Alexander let out a hollow chuckle. "Because putting it down would mean I've decided to rot. And I haven't done that yet. Not today, at least."
"Astounding spirit! A warrior who fights even without hope and chakra! Please, fight me!"
Alexander rubbed his face slowly. "Bloody hell… I sit around lamenting existence and this is what I get." He sighed and reached for his sword. "Fine. Might as well. It's not like things can get worse."
"Center of the tent. No killing. Please."
Alexander rose to his feet, rolling his shoulders as he stepped into the open space.
"Come on, then. Let's see how long that enthusiasm lasts."
Lee launched forward in a blur, a clean frontal kick aimed straight at Alexander's chin.
Bloody hell, how can someone be this fast. Alexander reacted on instinct alone. His shield snapped up at the last second, metal ringing as Lee's kick struck hard. The impact rattled his arm, but he held, teeth gritting.
Lee twisted mid-motion, bringing the parried leg down sharply while his other leg came around in a back kick.
Alexander barely managed to shift. The shield caught part of the blow, but the force still drove him back, boots scraping against the ground.
Lee was undeniably faster. Anyone with eyes could see that much. His strikes came in sharp bursts, his footwork light and precise, his momentum carrying him from one attack into the next without hesitation. Yet Alexander endured.
He did not match Lee's speed.
Years of fighting things far stronger, larger, and crueler than himself had taught Alexander when to move and when not to. He read Lee's movements, the shift of weight in his hips, the rhythm of his breathing. A shield raised a moment early. A blade turned just enough. A half-step taken instead of a leap. Where Lee overwhelmed with motion, Alexander answered with experience.
From the edge of the tent, Neji watched with quiet focus.
"Lee is far faster," he said, arms folded. "But that man knows how to survive. He does not rely on talent or chakra. Only his body and what it has learned."
Naruto nodded, eyes still on the spar. "Yeah. I think Lee sees that too."
Sure enough, Lee's grin had only widened as the exchange continued. There was no frustration in his movements, only excitement. To him, Alexander was not slow. He was steady. And that steadiness felt familiar.
Naruto's attention drifted as laughter rose from another part of the tent.
At one of the long tables, Ino, Sakura, Tenten, and Hinata sat with Reah, listening intently as she spoke. Reah carried herself with the reserved grace of a pilgrim, but there was warmth in her voice now as she spoke of her travels. The girls listened, cups of hot chocolate warming their hands, nodding along and asking questions.
In a quieter corner, Anastacia sat with her crystal lizard beside her, eating slowly and watching the room with calm, distant eyes. Naruto noticed her solitude and made a decision.
He grabbed Iruka by the shoulders and steered him toward her.
"Sensei," Naruto said quietly, "she spent most of her life stuck in one place. Go talk to her. Make her feel welcome."
Iruka balked immediately. "Naruto, that sounds like something the Yamanaka clan handles. Not a homeroom teacher."
"This might be your only chance to talk to a woman."
Iruka sputtered. "Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, nothing," Naruto said quickly, already lifting Iruka off the ground with a nudge of telekinesis and setting him down in the seat across from Anastacia. "You're doing great. Don't overthink it."
Iruka adjusted his vest and cleared his throat. "Ah… hello."
Anastacia glanced at him, gave a small nod, and returned her attention to the crystal lizard. Iruka sat there, awkward but determined, unsure what to say next.
The mood shifted suddenly as a loud voice boomed across the tent.
"Such youthful energy!" Might Guy shouted, standing atop a massive summoned turtle and striking a dramatic pose. "I am the Green Beast of Konoha! MIGHT GUY!"
Across from him, Solaire mirrored the pose perfectly, arms raised to the sky. "Greetings, Green Beast! I am Solaire of Astora, warrior of sunlight!"
"Hrraaaagh!" Siegmeyer's booming laugh followed as he stomped forward, raising his arms. "Over here, brave warriors! I am Siegmeyer of Catarina!"
Oh no, there's three of them. Kakashi thought edging toward the exit wanting to make a run for it.
He did not make it far.
Siegmeyer clapped a heavy hand on Kakashi's shoulder with enough force to stagger him. "You must be Kakashi Hatake! The teacher I've heard so much about. From teacher to teacher. I've taught young Naruto a thing or two about the sword."
Kakashi glanced up at the onion knight and smiled with one eye. "Well, then I suppose I finally know who to thank for making my job easier."
Nearby, Guy and Solaire had already launched into an animated discussion, gesturing wildly as they spoke about honor, discipline, and the joy of battle. Naruto watched them for a moment and shook his head with a grin.
At this rate, he wasn't sure whether Solaire would start training in taijutsu or Guy would be recruited into the Warriors of Sunlight.
Kiba grabbed Naruto by the shoulder, eyes wide and fixed on a very specific spot in the tent. "Oi. Naruto. Who is that?"
Naruto followed his gaze just in time to hear a low, pleased purr.
"Yes, right there. Right there," Alvina said lazily as Kurenai's hand rested on the great cat's back, fingers brushing through her fur without a hint of hesitation.
Asuma sat across from them, utterly still, cigarette forgotten between his fingers as he watched his partner give her full, undivided attention to a gigantic, smug-looking cat.
Alvina cracked a grin, sharp and knowing. "Jealous?"
Before Asuma could respond, a thin mist curled upward and shaped itself into a perfect illusion of Kurenai sitting comfortably in Asuma's lap. The jonin froze. Completely. Kurenai, meanwhile, snapped her head toward the illusion, eyes widening.
"You know genjutsu?"
Alvina merely licked the back of her paw, entirely unconcerned.
"That's just Alvina being Alvina," Naruto said, tone resigned. He had learned long ago not to question her sense of humor.
Kiba sniffed the air again, brow furrowing. "No… there's a wolf scent on her."
"Yeah. That's probably Sif. Giant grey wolf that carries his owner's sword."
Kiba grabbed Naruto's leg with both arms, eyes shining. "Please. Please tell me I can meet this majestic dog."
"Dude, alright, alright," Naruto said, already forming a hand sign. A shadow clone popped into existence, slapped a hand on Kiba's shoulder, and vanished with the homeward miracle.
Somewhere in Lordran, Kiba was about to have the best or worst day of his life.
Naruto scanned the tent again, smiling as he took it all in.
In one corner, Shino stood in quiet conversation with Laurentius. The pyromancer, having grown up in the Great Swamp, spoke calmly about insects and ecosystems, while Shino listened with rare, visible smile. It was perhaps the most animated Naruto had ever seen him.
Nearby, Andre and Hiruzen sat side by side, both bent over a block of wood, carefully carving what looked suspiciously like a shared smoking pipe. Two old men, bonded by craftsmanship, smoke, and a mutual appreciation for alcohol.
Naruto watched them for a moment, warmth settling in his chest.
"Fifteen minutes," he muttered to himself. "Then Andre's probably gonna try to box the old man for no reason."
He took a sip of cocoa, grinning as the party carried on around him.
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"Princess Dusk," Naruto called out, raising his voice just enough to carry over the chatter, "why don't you light up the tree?"
Dusk turned, momentarily surprised, then smiled with a grace that felt almost nostalgic. She stepped forward, her ivory catalyst resting lightly in her hand.
"It would be my honor."
She lifted it toward the towering tree at the center of the tent. Light gathered, soft at first, then swelling into a warm, golden orb that floated gently upward. It settled at the very top of the tree and bloomed outward, strands of radiance cascading down the branches like falling stars. The decorations caught the glow, reflecting it in reds, golds, and greens, until the entire tent was bathed in a gentle, living light.
For a moment, everyone went quiet.
Naruto took the opportunity to climb onto a crate near the tree, Oscar hopping up beside him and nearly slipping on a ribbon.
"Okay," Naruto said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm not great at speeches, so… I'll keep this simple."
A few chuckles rippled through the crowd.
"I didn't grow up with stuff like this. Big dinners. Family gatherings. Holidays." He glanced around, eyes lingering on familiar faces from Konoha and Lordran. "Most of my life, it was just me. So when I learned about Christmas, I thought it was kinda dumb at first. Like… why do you need a special day to care about people?"
He paused, then smiled softly.
"But I get it now. It's not about pretending everything's perfect. It's about stopping, just for one night, and remembering you're not alone. That even in messed-up worlds like ours, people can still come together."
Oscar squeaked in agreement, bumping Naruto's leg.
"So yeah," Naruto finished, grin widening. "Thanks for coming. Thanks for staying. And thanks for being here with me. Merry Christmas, everyone."
There was a beat of silence before applause broke out, uneven but heartfelt.
"Alright!" Naruto clapped his hands together. "Let's open presents!"
Laughter and movement filled the tent as gifts were passed around. Nothing was extravagant. Scarves, tools, handmade charms, warm clothes. But every gift was met with smiles, laughter, and the quiet comfort of being thought of.
Oscar proudly shoved a wrapped bundle toward Naruto. Naruto blinked, then laughed as he opened it.
Matching itchy sweaters.
"…I love it," Naruto said, even as Oscar immediately tried to wriggle out of his.
Food followed. Too much food. By the time Naruto stumbled outside, cradling Oscar and rubbing the lizard's overstuffed belly, the tent behind him was alive with laughter and music.
Maybe it was because a few shinobi had heard him and spread the word, or maybe it was something else entirely. In that moment, it all felt like a miracle.
Naruto looked up at the village.
Warm light spilled from windows all across Konoha, soft and golden against the snow. It felt as if the entire village had, without planning or command, decided to celebrate together.
Then the air itself seemed to shimmer.
Through the shared belief and faith of two worlds, a sleigh tore across the sky, bells ringing as it cut through the falling snow. Naruto's jaw dropped before he cupped his hands around his mouth.
"Oi! Santa!" he shouted. "Where's my ramen-bowl bathtub?!"
The sleigh slowed. A red-clad figure leaned over the edge, his beard flowing like clouds against the night sky.
"Come on, Naruto," Santa said with a knowing smile. "You already know the true meaning of Christmas."
With a laugh and a wink, the sleigh surged forward, bells chiming as it vanished into the winter sky.
"But me and Oscar were gonna pretend to be noodles in the ramen-bowl bathtub…"
Oscar let out a tiny, mournful chirp.
A soft chime echoed in the air.
[You have received item: Ramen-Bowl Bathtub]
Naruto froze.
Slowly, he looked down, then back up just in time to see Santa give one last wave from the distant sleigh.
"Merry Christmas," the old man called, his voice fading into the night, "and to all a good night."
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Author's Note:
Happy holidays, everyone!
I hope you're all doing well, staying warm, and getting at least a little time to relax with friends, family, or just a good story.
This chapter is very obviously an omake. For anyone unfamiliar with the term, an omake is a non-canon or side chapter meant purely for fun. Think of it as a bonus episode or holiday special that doesn't affect the main plot but lets the characters breathe, interact, and enjoy moments they normally wouldn't get in the actual story. In short: this chapter is not canon to the main timeline, and it exists because I wanted to have fun.
Last year, I think I uploaded one or two chapters around Christmas, but this time I really wanted to lean into the holiday spirit and write a full Christmas special. No looming threats, no fate-of-the-world stakes, just Naruto dragging two worlds together and forcing them to celebrate whether they're ready or not. Sometimes a story needs that kind of break, and honestly, so do I.
This chapter was written with the sole intention of being cozy, chaotic, and wholesome. Seeing characters from Konoha and Lordran interact in a low-stakes environment is something I don't get to do often, and the holidays felt like the perfect excuse.
Thank you to everyone who's stuck with this fic, commented, left feedback, or just silently read along. Your support genuinely means more than you probably realize, especially during a busy and exhausting time of year.
With that said, the next chapter will return us to the main storyline, and we'll continue the adventures of Dark Souls Naruto right where we left off.
Until then, I hope you have a wonderful holiday season.
Take care of yourselves, enjoy the little moments, and as always don't you dare go, hollow, my friend!
Merry Christmas, happy holidays, and I'll see you in the next chapter.