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Chapter 69 - Chapter 70: Zabuza: I Really Am That Kind of Person, Aren't I?

The Land of Waves arc had wrapped up, but as far as the audience was concerned, it hadn't ended at all. The post-episode coda—the "aftermath" segment—didn't count toward Hanabi's promotion evaluation, but the viewers were fully engaged.

[So she really is Naruto's mom, huh]

[But wait, who IS Naruto's mom??]

[Everyone, this is terrible news.]

[What news?]

[Think about it—Naruto's mom is inhabiting Naruto's body. If I make a move on Naruto's mom, am I hitting on her, or am I hitting on Naruto?!]

[???]

[Something's wrong with you]

[Bro what is wrong with modern people]

[I think the one I feel the worst for is Sasuke]

[Right? He was almost turning into an earnest hotblooded protagonist for Naruto's sake, and he's usually the king of brooding coolness]

The comments were flying by—speed only achieved by people who'd been single for far too long.

After this segment wrapped, the video cut off.

Hanabi drifted over to the comment section.

One look and she found a whole subculture of lore-hunters had taken root—analyzing the world-building in remarkable depth.

The audience loved digging into the setting.

And there were a lot of them. A significant portion of the viewership actively enjoyed pulling apart the details.

That was part of why Hanabi had been sprinkling lore drops throughout—she'd noticed how much the audience responded to it, and leaned in to match their tastes.

The audience-side world resembled the modern society Hanabi knew. Similar structures, similar culture—just without the Naruto franchise. No existing memes to borrow. No "don't underestimate my intelligence network," no Jiraiya as the God of the Shinobi world. Those references simply didn't exist.

But this audience loved analysis. They loved gender-swap AUs. They also loved pulling antics.

The gender politics were noticeably less fraught than what she'd seen at home. Their real-world situation was broadly similar, though not identical.

As for animation preferences—"shonen" and "hot-blooded" were the labels people used, but what the audience actually seemed to care about was "combat choreography," "long-form storytelling," "narrative depth." A show that leaned too hard into pure "youthful enthusiasm" got called juvenile in the comments.

Ninja's Path was already a different animal from the original Naruto. The distinctions were accumulating.

"Specific numbers will have to wait for the market survey results."

What the audience actually wanted—she'd need the data. If it turned out they preferred a strong female lead narrative, she could make that work. If they wanted earnest hot-blooded shonen, she had the Chunin Exams coming up, and she'd planned a full-throttle crowd-pleaser sequence for it.

Popularity came first. Hanabi wasn't above engineering for it.

She scrolled on.

[Has anyone noticed that Hanabi looks slightly shorter when she's in her kimono?]

[—Not just shorter. When she's walking in the kimono, her toes point inward. But when she pulls the kimono up into a short skirt and switches into her ninja uniform, her feet are parallel or slightly turned out.]

[—Compare the silhouettes, it's obvious. I did a rough sketch from screencaps, take a look.]

"What kind of obsessive detail-hunter is this?"

Hanabi was floored.

Because it was true. In kimono, she walked with her toes in to match the garment's form. After rolling the hemline up, she straightened her stance for cleaner camera lines.

It was a minor adjustment—barely anything.

[—It's just animation variation. What's the big deal?]

[—Okay, but Ninja's Path has basically zero animation off-model moments, and the proportions have never been wrong once. There's a lore-dive video someone made—the link is mikufun…]

[—The animation team has a truly unsettling attention to detail, lol]

[—Bold claim: Ninja's Path is actually live-action rotoscoped into animation 2333]

That last one was joking—but it wasn't entirely wrong.

[When will the Hanabi plushie merch drop?]

Hanabi noticed a whole other thread about merchandise. People actually wanted it.

Right on cue, the Stage chimed.

[Collaboration inquiry received from production team.]

A list expanded on her end.

"Oh—there really is interest."

Character standees, plushies, and—the umbrella. Her prop umbrella.

Just an umbrella, of course. Not the rain-of-a-thousand-needles version.

"Do I need to authorize this personally?"

[Use of the character's likeness requires her authorization.]

Standards, even here. She appreciated that.

"What's in it for me?"

[Fans who purchase merchandise contribute popularity point income.]

Understood.

Merchandise gave her points, not the other world's currency. But points were more useful than cash at this stage.

"Authorized."

Obviously.

Even if merch didn't make any money at all, having physical goods in circulation helped sustain her presence. Like how major brands spent enormous sums on marketing every year not because any given campaign paid for itself, but because the alternative was becoming invisible.

After a brief rest period—and once the remnants of Gatō's operation were cleaned up—the great bridge of the Land of Waves was finally complete.

"Heading out soon?"

Before Team Seven left, Zabuza and Haku came to see them off. They were waiting on the road out of the village.

Zabuza had dismissed the rest of his people. Only Haku remained at his side.

Haku wore his usual gentle expression. Zabuza's face was cool.

They would remain in the Land of Waves for the time being, until the Mist pursuers arrived.

"So," Kakashi said, "what are your plans after this?"

He was looking at Zabuza.

Zabuza didn't particularly want to talk. But Kakashi was clearly waiting for him.

"That woman—" Zabuza's gaze shifted to the sea. "Revenge is a hollow way to live. And she accomplished nothing with it."

"When she said she'd burn the Hidden Mist to the ground, I thought I could use her. Then it occurred to me—maybe the Mist needed to change, not to be destroyed. I actually felt something like mercy." A short pause. "That woman probably didn't truly have that resolve either. Because of that mercy, I suppose I didn't manage to do anything either."

He wouldn't have admitted it before. But Hanabi's words had done something—started a thought he couldn't stop thinking.

"—To have known the cruelty of this world," Naruto said suddenly. "And to face it anyway. That's what makes someone a hero."

"Hmm." Zabuza's expression didn't shift. "Disappointing, then. I'm the Demon of the Hidden Mist. Not a hero."

He paused.

"Kid. What's your name?"

Naruto adjusted his headband. "A ninja from the Leaf Village. Uzumaki Naruto. The hero who'll become Hokage."

"A hero, huh…" Zabuza turned. "Haku. Let's go."

"Yes." Haku bowed to the group—a small, proper bow—and followed.

Before he was fully out of sight, Zabuza said—not quite looking back:

"I'll probably return to the Hidden Mist eventually. Who knows."

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