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As the council had already decided, Itachi and Naruto would now be responsible for training the newer generation. This was a five-member team structure, and while Naruto simply nodded in agreement, he wasn't overly enthusiastic. To be honest, he didn't have much time to waste—even on his younger siblings.
He didn't hate them. But he could feel it—they lacked the potential he possessed. The powers within him were unknown to the rest of the Elemental Nations, yet they were overflowing inside him. His siblings, Menma and Mito, on the other hand, didn't have that.
Still, Naruto couldn't ignore a strange feeling he had regarding Menma and Mito. He already knew they were jealous of his power, but lately… something darker was surfacing in them. He couldn't explain it. But in the end, Naruto simply ignored it—they weren't of much importance to him anyway.
Meanwhile, deep underground…
Two figures knelt in front of a one-eyed, mummified man—none other than Danzo Shimura. The kneeling figures were Menma and Mito. Danzo had a satisfied smirk on his face. Gaining their loyalty had been far too easy.
[Flashback: Years Ago]
Danzo had approached them with the promise of power—power to surpass their older brother. He had slowly poisoned their minds, showing them fabricated "evidence" that their parents had lost faith in them, and had started to focus more on Naruto.
Jealousy and insecurity took root. It hadn't been hard to manipulate them after that.
He promised them strength. In exchange, they agreed to serve his cause.
Since then, Danzo had been training both Menma and Mito in secret. But deep down, he knew it wasn't enough. No matter how hard they trained, their potential simply wasn't in the same league as Naruto's. Not even close.
Still, they were useful weapons—for the "good of Konoha," at least in Danzo's twisted mind.
Now, in the dark chamber, Danzo stood tall before the siblings.
"Well," he said, voice rasping with anticipation, "it's time I give you what I promised. The power your brother possesses... it's time you awaken it too."
While training Menma and Mito over the years, Danzo had hoped they would manifest the same mysterious ability Naruto had. But nothing surfaced.
So, he came up with a solution.
Danzo had developed a special seal—a cursed seal of his own design. It would allow him to siphon a small portion of Naruto's chakra… along with a fragment of his DNA. With that, he hoped to replicate whatever kekkei genkai or special ability Naruto held and implant it into his younger siblings.
If he succeeded, he would not only control two powerful weapons—but he would also finally have a way to counter Naruto should the boy ever become a threat and his younger siblings as well—especially for use by his ROOT. With Naruto's power in the hands of his underground faction, Danzo believed Konoha would be able to surpass all other elemental nations with ease. A devilish smirk crossed his face.
After all, the power of the gods would be his to control.
Meanwhile, in the hospital…
Jiraiya lay on the bed, severely injured—his body wrapped in bandages, bruised and broken. Standing nearby were Minato, Kushina, and Tsunade.
Tsunade crossed her arms and spoke first. "Well, most of your injuries are already treated. You're lucky, Jiraiya—the kid took it easy on you."
Jiraiya scoffed… or at least tried to. The pain made even that difficult.
Minato added, "Well, Sensei… that plan of yours blew up in your face, didn't it? You tried to pressure a child, and he nearly crushed you."
Jiraiya glared at them both. "I'm telling you, Minato… Kushina… that power he possesses… it's not normal. It shouldn't exist. It's evil."
Minato's expression hardened. He gave Jiraiya a cold glare.
"That's enough. You're already injured. Don't start giving us another one of your lectures—especially not about how that power 'should've been' in Menma or Mito instead."
Jiraiya huffed but didn't respond.
"You don't understand, Kushina," he muttered after a pause.
Before the situation could escalate further, Minato sighed and interrupted, "That's enough, Jiraiya-sensei. You need to rest. You've already got missions lined up later, so recover first."
With that, Minato disappeared in a flash, Kushina following him silently.
Tsunade looked down at her medical papers before slowly turning her gaze to Jiraiya, her face serious.
"Well, Tsunade… what do you think?" he asked.
"That kid is only sixteen," she said quietly. "And he's already gained that level of power…"
Jiraiya clenched his fist. "I don't trust him."
Tsunade raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that, Jiraiya? He's the son of the Hokage. Why wouldn't you trust him? Not only that, he's a confirmed double-S-rank shinobi. You shouldn't have underestimated him. And now… look at you."
Jiraiya shook his head. "That kid… he's abnormal, Tsunade. Trust me. The power he holds… it's dangerous. That kind of strength shouldn't be in the hands of someone like him."
Tsunade could see it now
Lately, Jiraiya had become obsessed—first believing that Menma and Mito would eventually awaken that same power. Since they were triplets, he assumed there was a high chance that all three shared the same kind of potential. But no matter what they did, the power never manifested in them. Eventually, Jiraiya gave up on that idea—and now he was calling Naruto's power "evil."
"You should take some rest," Tsunade said coldly before turning and walking away.
Jiraiya just stared at the ceiling, frustrated.
None of them understood how important Menma and Mito actually were, at least in his eyes. Things weren't going to be that simple. He had to inform the Great Elder Toad Sage. Otherwise, the entire Shinobi world might be doomed.
He clenched his teeth. He had to save the world—no matter what.
With a determined look on his face, he tried to get up, hoping to recover faster and reverse some of the damage to his pride. But as he moved, pain shot through him, and he winced.
"Damn brat… I have to find out the origin of that power. No matter what—it's evil. I just know it," he muttered to himself, eyes narrowed.
Far, far away from the Elemental Nations, in a place unlike any on Earth—a different world altogether…
It looked almost like a kingdom. A beautiful planet, with advanced structures and flourishing landscapes. The beings here were not called Shinobi. No, they referred to themselves as Otsutsuki. This was the planet of the Ōtsutsuki.
Most of the lower-level possessed the Byakugan. The higher-ranking members wielded the Rinnegan. Above them were those who had the Rinne-Sharingan. And among the rarest and most feared were those with the ultimate form—the Red Rinnegan, a dojutsu even above the Rinne-Sharingan.
But above all sat one being. A monstrous figure, seated upon a massive throne, his Blue eyes glowing with a dojutsu far beyond comprehension. The power of the 1000 planets coursed through him, and his eyes flickered with godlike intensity.
The Otsutsuki King.
He sat in silence, a dark aura around him. His thoughts were consumed by one thing: that person who gave him the warning all those years ago. That brief moment… that voice… that prophecy… It still echoed in his mind.
Now, something was happening. He felt it.
Something was growing in power.
Something… dangerous.
A presence so strong, it tugged at his instincts. It whispered in his soul:
"He is rising."
Something—or someone—was becoming strong enough to challenge even him.
And he could not allow that.
He had been secretly sending his Servents across the universe, searching for any anomaly. After all, he could feel a power—something that wasn't chakra.
The entire known universe revolved around chakra. Chakra was the ultimate form of power.
But this… this was different.
It was unlike anything he had ever encountered—far more potent, far more resilient, and far more dangerous than chakra could ever hope to be. And that scared him—though he would never admit it.
He was the King of the Ōtsutsuki. In his mind, no one in the universe should be strong enough to even remotely pose a challenge to him. Yet this unknown power… it disturbed him deeply.
He had to eliminate the threat—no matter what.
Suddenly, the great doors of his throne chamber creaked open. Two Ōtsutsuki walked in and knelt before him.
They were none other than Momoshiki and Kinshiki.
The King narrowed his eyes. "What news do you bring me?"
Momoshiki bowed slightly. "My Lord, as per your orders, we have been searching for a power that is not based on chakra. I was skeptical at first… that such a thing even existed. But our senses… they picked something up."
He glanced at Kinshiki, then continued, "It is… similar to chakra, yet also fundamentally different. The energy is coming from a distant planet. One long forgotten. It was once deemed insignificant."
The King leaned forward slightly. "And what is the name of this planet?"
Momoshiki nodded. "The planet is known as… the Earth—also referred to as the Elemental Nations."
The King narrowed his eyes at the name. "The Elemental Nations, you say?"
He paused, then gave his command: "Very well, Momoshiki. I'm giving you this mission. Go to that planet. Find whoever holds this power… and bring them to me."
His voice grew darker, more commanding. "They are a threat to my rule—and I will not allow that threat to exist."
Momoshiki bowed deeply. "Of course, my Lord."
In the next instant, he and Kinshiki vanished in a flash of energy.
The King leaned back on his throne, a dark smirk creeping across his Kinshiki's face.
"Well, it seems that I've finally found you… whoever you are.
Soon enough, you will be eliminated.
There can be no one in the universe who rivals my power."
As he said this, his Jōgan eyes glowed faintly in the darkness.
Back on Earth,
or more specifically, the Elemental Planet…
The new team had already been assembled.
Sasuke was secretly happy to be trained by his older brother—though he wasn't about to show it.
Meanwhile, Menma and Mito looked blankly toward their new sensei. This drew suspicion from Itachi, but Naruto simply returned their gaze with his usual stoic expression. The truth was, he never really had much of a sibling bond with either of them.
Unnoticed by anyone, faint seals glowed subtly on the hands of Menma and Mito.
Itachi, now in command, stepped forward.
"Well, first, we're going to test each of you to see if you're ready to be part of the Shinobi Forces," he said. "This is going to be fairly straightforward."
Sasuke smirked in excitement. He was more than ready to show his older brother just how far he'd come—and how he was finally prepared to be part of the Shinobi Forces. That smirk—the signature arrogance of an Uchiha—flashed across his face as he prepared himself mentally.
Meanwhile, Sai was watching silently. His mission was simple: monitor both Menma and Mito, who were now being groomed as weapons under Danzō-sama, and keep a close eye on Naruto Uzumaki—considered the single most dangerous Shinobi across the entire Elemental Nations. In fact, some whispered that Naruto was already stronger than his own father, Minato Namikaze, a legendary double-S-rank Shinobi with unmatched battlefield command.
Sai had been assigned under Danzō's direct command to observe Naruto carefully. Even a minor misstep from Naruto could mean catastrophic consequences.
As Naruto stood facing them all, he placed his hand on a speaker, his voice calm and unreadable.
"I know most of you aren't really my students—not in the usual sense. But that doesn't matter now," Naruto said coolly. "I'm not going to participate in this simple exercise."
He pulled out three belts and held them up.
"As you already know, a standard shinobi squad consists of three genin. We've decided to eliminate the weaker ones here and now."
He dropped the belts on the ground in front of them.
"All you have to do," Naruto said with a slight smirk, "is take a belt from me."