3rd Person Point of View
Location: Planet Surface – Konoha Village Outskirts, Near Old Training Fields
Stardate: 41776.03 (October 10th, 2364, Time: 12:42:16)
The twin Type-8 shuttlecraft, Voltaire and Sagan, descended through the golden-blue skies of the long-lost planet with calculated grace, breaking through the upper atmosphere and gliding toward a valley veiled in dense green forests. As the shuttles swept over the terrain, a hush fell over everyone aboard. Below them, nestled between familiar cliffs and ancient river paths, was a sight that stole the breath from every throat Konoha. Not ruins. Not broken. Whole. Resting beneath the gaze of Hokage Rock were towers, tiled roofs, shops, and homes that looked as if they'd only just weathered a storm. The Hokage Tower stood tall in the center, casting a shadow over the circular village square. And to the northwest, the Konoha Academy stood like a guardian, its walls marked with the passage of time, yet unbroken.
Inside Voltaire, Naruto stood at the cockpit viewport, eyes wide and jaw slack. "It's… intact," he whispered. "The village… it's still standing." His bound mates stood behind him in shared awe. Hinata clutched his arm with trembling hands. "How…? I thought it was a ruin, a memory, a scar left behind. But it's like it's waiting." Tsunade pressed a hand against the inner wall, eyes filled with tears. "It shouldn't be here. It should be dust, a ruin buried beneath centuries of time. But this… this is Konoha."
The shuttles touched down on a clearing just beyond the Academy's rear entrance, where old training fields once echoed with the sounds of youthful determination. The doors hissed open, and the group stepped out Naruto at the front, his new Starfleet uniform rippling slightly in the gentle wind. He took a few tentative steps forward, boots crunching softly against the grass. "This was our training ground," he said slowly, pointing toward the old climbing wall, now overgrown but unmistakable. "That's where I learned the Shadow Clone technique… and right there is where Iruka-sensei yelled at me for painting the Hokage Monument."
Riker moved behind him, scanning with a tricorder. "No atmospheric anomalies. Gravity and oxygen within normal Human tolerance. But there's something… strange. No radiation decay, no microbial entropy. It's like this place… froze in time."
As they walked further, Naruto's group approached the central training circle, where in the center stood a single weathered wooden post. Tied around it, aged but intact, was a navy-blue forehead protector his own marked with the Konoha leaf symbol and the faintest scorch on the right edge. Naruto's breath hitched. "That… that's mine." He stumbled forward and dropped to his knees, staring at it with wide eyes. "I left this here… the night before the final battle." Hinata dropped beside him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "You didn't die that night," she said quietly. "You survived long enough to leave a mark. And Konoha… kept it."
Behind them, Counselor Troi pressed a hand to her temple. "There's energy here… emotion imprinted into the ground. Joy. Pain. Sacrifice. So much love." Data nodded beside her. "Chakra resonance is still active in the soil. Perhaps… this city preserved itself because it refused to be forgotten."
-Location: Konoha Academy Courtyard – Planet Surface (Orbiting under USS Enterprise-D)
-Stardate: 41776.09 (October 10th, 2364, Time: 12:59:44)-
The worn stone path leading into the courtyard of the Konoha Academy felt unnaturally quiet until they heard it. The unmistakable sound of laughter. Faint at first, like a breeze stirring the leaves, then growing louder, richer, impossibly familiar. Naruto froze as he stepped past the gateway. His heart skipped a beat, then another. In the center of the courtyard, bathed in golden sunlight, were children phantoms made of soft blue-white chakra, flickering gently like candlelight, yet perfectly detailed. Their faces were smiling, joyful. He recognized every single one of them. "That's… Konohamaru," he whispered, stepping forward slowly. "And… Iruka-sensei's class. That's… that's me!"
Hinata let out a soft gasp as her hand gripped Naruto's. "There's… two of me." In the center of the field, a young version of Naruto maybe age six ran laughing in a circle, being chased by two Hinatas. One in her old human form, complete with her shy smile and gentle laugh. The other clearly Undine, tall even in youth, tripedal and glowing softly joined in without shame, laughing alongside her human counterpart. Both were chasing child-Naruto, who turned to giggle and call out, "Come on! You're too slow!" The two Hinatas laughed in harmony, diving forward and tumbling together into the grass.
"That never happened," Naruto whispered. "She… never played with me like that as kids. We never had that time." His voice cracked as his hand trembled. "But this… this feels real."
Commander Riker stepped forward, scanning the area with a tricorder. "There's chakra everywhere. These aren't holoprojections. They're chakra echoes pure memory constructs tied to the land." Data, analyzing beside him, nodded. "These specific constructs appear partially interactive. In some manner, they are reacting to your presence, Lieutenant. Perhaps they're encoded not just with memory… but with intention."
The children suddenly stopped playing. One by one, they turned toward the visitors, their eyes filled not with fear, but recognition. The child-Naruto stood, dusting off his shorts, and grinned brightly. "Follow us for the tour!" he shouted in a voice that rang with joy. With a wave, he darted toward the open double-doors of the academy building, the others racing behind him. The two Hinatas human and Undine turned and gave one last smile before vanishing through the doorway. The doors remained open, almost beckoning.
Naruto looked at his mates, then back at the door. "They're waiting for us. Not ghosts… not illusions. Something left behind. Something sacred."
Hinata's voice trembled. "We were meant to return. Not just for ourselves… but for them."
Captain Picard, having said little thus far, stepped up beside Naruto. "Then let's go. If this village preserved itself through memory… then it may have preserved its message as well."
Location: Konoha Academy – Main Classroom
-Stardate: 41776.15 (October 10th, 2364, Time: 13:11:08)-
The wooden doors of the Academy creaked open as Naruto gently pushed them with the flat of his palm. The air was still, preserved with the warmth of memory rather than time. As the group stepped inside Naruto, his bound mates, Captain Picard, Riker, Data, Worf, Troi, Dr. Crusher, and the twelve Starfleet marines and security officers the air shimmered faintly with chakra particles, illuminating the corridor with soft golden light. The hallways bore no dust, no cracks, no signs of decay. Only stillness. Only reverence. As they entered Iruka's old classroom, Naruto stopped in his tracks and gasped.
The room was alive.
Every seat was filled with chakra projections of students long gone, all glowing softly in the hues of life energy. There was a young Naruto in the third row by the window, tapping a pencil and grinning mischievously. Hinata both the human and Undine versions of her childhood self sat in the back, giggling quietly. All his mates were present too, their younger versions outfitted in a patchwork of eras, clothing from the Academy, from the Chūnin Exams, even from their time in the field. At the head of the class, facing the board, stood Iruka Umino his face calm, smiling, and alive in every way but one. He was chakra a ghost crafted of memory and care, just like the others.
Naruto whispered, "It's him… it's really him."
Iruka began to speak, his voice clear and full of emotion as he turned to address the room. "Today's lesson is about teamwork. No ninja survives on their own, no matter how powerful. You must learn to trust each other. To rely on one another. To fight… and to live… together." He turned to write something on the board but halfway through, he paused. Slowly, deliberately, Iruka turned around and stared directly at Naruto.
Everyone froze.
"I see you," Iruka said softly, his eyes locking with Naruto's. "You've come back… and you've done so much. I'm proud of you, Naruto. Not just for what you did in this life… but the one before." Naruto stepped forward, stunned, eyes wide with emotion. "Iruka-sensei…"
Iruka smiled sadly. "There's more to see. More to understand. You and your mates you were more than shinobi. You were family. The path ahead will help you reclaim what was yours. And there's a surprise waiting for you both." He glanced to Hinata, then back to Naruto. "You'll know it when you see her." And just like that, he turned back to the class and resumed the lesson.
The air shimmered again.
Two chakra children stepped through the back door both versions of a young girl with midnight-blue hair and gentle eyes. One was human, the other Undine, walking hand-in-hand as if they had always been one. Naruto choked back a sob. "Himawari…"
The two girls turned and smiled brightly, waving before skipping toward the hallway. "Follow us!" they chimed. "We'll take you to the Hokage's office!"
The group followed in stunned silence as the two Himawaris led them through the corridors of memory, eventually ascending the stairs to the Hokage Tower. Inside the grand office, the energy grew denser, more focused. There, seated around the desk, were ghost versions of a slightly older Naruto, Hinata, and the rest of the bound mates now aged fifteen and clad in full Chūnin vests. Standing across from them was none other than Tsunade in her full Hokage cloak… speaking sternly to her fifteen-year-old self, who blushed and looked away as the elder Tsunade scolded her.
"You need to master self-control," Hokage Tsunade was saying. "Especially around him. Just because you love him doesn't mean you can punch his heart out when he says something stupid." Fifteen-year-old Tsunade mumbled something under her breath. "What was that?" the older Tsunade barked.
"Nothing!" the girl squeaked.
Tenten chuckled. "Even back then, we were chaos."
Mabui nodded softly. "But we were also a family."
Naruto stepped forward, reaching out slowly toward the scene. "They're all here," he said, voice breaking. "Everything we lost… it's waiting for us to reclaim it."
-Stardate: 41776.45 (October 10th, 2364, Time: 15:14:22)
-Location: Hokage Tower, Konoha Ruins – Unnamed Planet
The air inside the Hokage's office pulsed like a living heart chakra-rich and vibrating with an emotion no tricorder could ever record. As Naruto and his bound mates gathered near the ghostly desk, the classroom echoes dissolved into another sequence this one quieter, more intimate. The chakra-projected versions of Naruto and Hinata from their past sat close together, their hands clasped, speaking softly about an upcoming mission and the importance of self-control. Ghost-Tsunade, leaning on the far wall with a mug in her hand, smirked at their nervous tension. The air between them wasn't just filled with words, but the weight of what had always gone unspoken the burdens of being strong, together, but not always allowed to show it.
Then, without warning, it happened.
A thrum of pure chakra pulsed through the room as both versions of Himawari human and Undine appeared from the hallway and ran full force into their respective Hinatas. Human to human. Undine to Undine. Two embraces. One heartbeat. The moment their arms wrapped around each other, the light exploded. Chakra surged like a tide breaking through a dam. The entire chamber snapped to life as seventeen ghostly presences the past versions of Naruto's bound mates turned toward the living group with radiant eyes. The room shifted. Reality gave way to trial.
A voice boomed from the walls, ancient and maternal: "You have reclaimed your memory. Now, you must reclaim your family."
The twin Himawaris turned toward their father with wide, hopeful eyes. "Will I be whole again, Daddy?" they asked in one voice. "Can I be real?" The answer wasn't simple. It wasn't just yes or no. It was a choice and Naruto turned to his bound mates. Each of them. Shion stepped forward with a quiet smile. "She's our daughter," she said. "We raise her… together." Ino's hand reached for Naruto's. "She's all of us, Naruto. She always has been." Samui, stoic as ever, added, "We choose her. Not just now… but every day after this."
Tears rolled freely as one by one, every bound mate agreed. Hinata, glowing slightly with residual chakra, cupped her daughter's face in both hands and whispered, "Come home, my little star." A radiant seal of interwoven chakra blossomed in the center of the room. As it consumed the twin Himawaris, they merged in a blaze of golden light. What remained standing after the light faded was a single, living, breathing thirteen-year-old Himawari human in form but with a trace of Undine shimmer in her eyes and chakra. The room fell silent.
And then she smiled.
"I'm home."
The room pulsed with acknowledgment. The first trial was complete.
The ghost of Iruka reappeared briefly, his face beaming. "You have passed the first trial of soul and heart," he said. "Now go. The next awaits."
Without another word, the scenery dissolved again chakra reshaping space like soft clay. The group now stood in the middle of Training Ground Three. The tall trees rustled gently in chakra wind, the post from countless sparring days still present. But what greeted them was more than nostalgia.
Waiting in the clearing were echoes of a new formation of teams.
Ghost-Kakashi stood with his book, joined by Jiraiya, Might Guy, Gaara wearing his Fifth Kazekage robes, and even Sasuke wearing a Konoha Jonin vest, arms crossed, eyes serious but calm. Yet the teams before them weren't Team 7… not as they once knew it. Every team now included ghost versions of Naruto and his bound mates, organized into training formations. Chakra projections sparred across the field in slow, looping repetition. It was a memory of what could have been… and what may still become.
Himawari tugged on Naruto's hand. "Is this… our real training now, Daddy?"
Naruto nodded softly. "No, Hima… it's our second chance."
-Stardate: 41776.92 (October 10th, 2364, Time: 16:09:18)
-Location: Training Ground Three, Konoha Ruins – Unnamed Planet
The wind blew softly through the ruined leaves of the old forest, carrying with it the scent of old incense and ash familiar, almost reverent. In the heart of Training Ground Three, chakra shimmered, rising from the stone beneath their boots until it coalesced into the weathered, wise form of Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage. He stepped forward as though he had never died, his eyes sweeping over Naruto, Hinata, and every one of Naruto's bound mates, nodding as if recognizing them not as individuals but as one unit. "The Will of Fire," Hiruzen began, his voice low and powerful, "is not a birthright. It is a legacy. You must prove that you still carry it, even across the stars."
The test came with no instructions, no enemy, no battle. Only a mirror. A chakra-formed monument appeared in the center of the field, surrounded by illusions of their younger selves angry, afraid, alone, or in pain. Each member of the family was confronted with a truth they had buried. Tenten's longing for recognition. Samui's fear of failing others. Kurotsuchi's guilt for not saving more lives. Naruto stood last, confronted by his own ghost his younger self who once screamed alone under the Hokage Monument in the rain. But this time, he didn't scream. This time, he reached forward, wrapped his arms around his younger self, and whispered, "You're not alone anymore."
The monument glowed. Hiruzen bowed.
"You have passed," he said with solemn pride. "You are a family worthy of carrying the Will of Fire to worlds beyond this one."
Then came a ripple in the chakra field.
From beyond the trees stepped Sasuke Uchiha, dressed in a Konoha Jonin vest, his expression neither cold nor angry but serene. He walked with purpose until he stood before Mikoto, his mother, who trembled at the sight of her son. Sasuke looked up at her with soft, unwavering eyes. "I'm glad… I got to see you one last time, Mother," he said. "My sister your daughter… she lives again. She just doesn't know yet. But don't be afraid. She'll come to you. When it's time." Mikoto reached out, tears tracing her cheeks, and touched his shoulder. "I'll be waiting," she whispered.
Sasuke smiled, truly smiled, and nodded. "Then we'll meet again." And with that, light consumed him. He faded into golden chakra particles, carried away by the wind that smelled like home.
Before anyone could breathe fully, the chakra field shifted one last time.
The trees around them blurred, reformed, and fell away until the group now stood within the Chūnin Exam Arena still and silent, its stone walls cracked but somehow whole. In the center stood thirteen ghostly kunoichi and shinobi the younger versions of Naruto's bound mates each facing off against their counterparts in the final phase of the trial.
-Stardate 41777.31 – October 10th, 2364 / Time: 20:14:06
-Location: Chūnin Exam Arena, Konoha Ruins – Unnamed Planet
The scarred stone walls of the Chūnin Exam Arena hummed with chakra, old and familiar, as if the village itself remembered what it meant to fight for growth. Shadows deepened until they became mirrors each one birthing a younger version of Naruto and his bound mates. The child-Naruto stood across from the adult version, eyes wide with determination, innocence flickering behind the battle stance. Shion, Ino, Samui, Hinata, Tsunade, Kurenai, Tenten, Mabui, Yugito, Shizuka, Mei, Kurotsuchi, and Mikoto all stepped forward, facing their own past selves, not as enemies, but as reminders fragments of what was once lost.
"I was scared," young Tenten whispered to her adult self, "scared I'd never be enough."
"And you were wrong," the present Tenten replied, sparring not to hurt but to sync.
Blades danced, fists struck, tears fell.
Each duel was personal. Each movement a memory.
Naruto clashed with his past self under the moonlight. Each punch echoed not just through muscle but through time. "You never gave up," Naruto whispered to his younger self as their fists met, "and I won't either." The arena shimmered when the final strike landed not as a blow, but as a union. One by one, chakra flowed back into them, restoring balance, control, and the connection between soul and skill. The arena grew still, then cracked with brilliant golden energy.
From the center of the battlefield rose three specters Jiraiya, Orochimaru, and the younger Tsunade the Sannin, legends in flesh once more. "You thought it ended with sparring?" Jiraiya chuckled, stepping forward with a smile too wide to be innocent. Orochimaru's serpentine eyes narrowed. "This is the next trial," he hissed, "and it's not a lesson. It's war." Tsunade's younger self cracked her knuckles, grinning. "Let's see what kind of team you really are."
What followed was chaos and harmony at once. Jiraiya's toads summoned thunder from the earth. Orochimaru unleashed shadowy serpents, winding like living blades. And Tsunade? She stood between the attacks, brutal and graceful, her strength shaking the ground. Naruto led the group, issuing rapid-fire commands while Hinata, Mabui, and Shion coordinated telepathically. Yugito darted through the air with feline speed, distracting Orochimaru while Mei and Kurotsuchi used coordinated elemental jutsu to break his cover. Tenten and Samui formed a weapons wing, while Tsunade the real one faced her past self in a clash of raw power.
"I'm not who I was," Tsunade whispered before striking.
"But I carry who I was with pride," her younger self replied and smiled.
When it ended, the Sannin stood still… then bowed.
"We're proud of you," Jiraiya said, his voice hoarse with emotion. "You've earned it all back."
The ghosts began to fade but Tsunade's past self turned, walked into her, and merged with her in a burst of light and chakra. Her body glowed with golden markings that pulsed down her arms and into her heart. Tsunade exhaled sharply as tears ran down her cheeks. "I remember everything," she breathed, falling to her knees as Naruto caught her.
Each of Naruto's mates followed. As their chakra returned in full, so too did their instinct, training, and purpose. The Arena glowed softly beneath their feet when a rift of silver-blue chakra tore open midair.
Kaguya Ōtsutsuki descended, her gaze unreadable. Beside her stood Hagoromo, the Sage of Six Paths, and Hamura, calm and silent.
"Your trials are complete," Kaguya said, her voice ethereal. "Now… you must reclaim your legacy."