Naruto: The Last Harbinger of Storm

Naruto: The Last Harbinger of Storm

Chapter 68: New threads of Influence

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Anko's smirk widened, and she flicked a kunai between her fingers. "Finally, some real fun," she said, her tone dripping with anticipation.

Zabuza's frown deepened, but he didn't argue.

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Now:

Two months had passed since Naruto emerged from the forest, a place that felt more ethereal than anything grounded in the Elemental Nations. Even now, he couldn't shake the question of whether it had been a realm like those of the summons or simply a hidden place beyond mortal reach. Yet, there was no time to linger on such mysteries. Much had changed, and even more had to be set in motion.

Upon Naruto's return to his people in the land of Swamp, it was no quiet homecoming; the entire camp erupted in celebration, the joy of seeing their leader alive rippling through every corner of their hidden society. Naruto barely paused to absorb the moment before issuing orders, his gaze sharp, his mind already turning to the future. There were alliances to forge, markets to capture, and old debts to settle.

One of Naruto's first steps, even before he'd left the forest, around three months into his time there, had been to instruct Kammado to forge connections with nobles from various minor nations. Their goods were ready for export; they only needed channels to reach customers. Naruto knew that securing reliable, consistent demand was paramount if they were to build a foothold. In the harsh climate of the Wind Country, few things were as prized as high-quality imports, especially clothing suited for both desert warmth and nighttime cold. Eight months earlier, by Naruto's order, Kammado had quietly sent Zabuza to Sunagakure to begin negotiations. The Sand Village, financially crippled by the Wind Daimyo's indifference and suttle sanction, was desperate for trade and income. Through Pakura's intel and careful discretion regarding her involvement, the deal went through.

At first, they entered the Sand's market with only a few "exotic wears" that hinted at their roots. Some of the best weavers and artisans had come from Uzu, and they used their skills to supply rich fabrics, thick carpets, and high-quality shawls that provided insulation against the nighttime desert cold. Naruto's craftsmen produced designs in vivid hues that the desert people found captivating; colors that wouldn't fade under the harsh sunlight. Intricately woven, reinforced fibers were not only beautiful but incredibly durable, marking these products as far superior to the standard Suna market fare.

With the revenue from these goods, they quietly began buying properties from the innkeepers and hoteliers who were abandoning Suna. The declining economic state meant that these properties were cheap to acquire, and many saw no future in holding onto them. But Naruto saw potential. Under Naruto's instruction, Kammado and the other leaders set about turning these properties into different tiers of establishments, catering to the wealthy and the poor alike. The new chain, branded as the Swirling Dunes, rapidly gained traction. From some modest inns to some grand hotels, each property served a purpose, appealing to every economic level. But what set these establishments apart was what they offered: quality, comfort, and—most importantly—water in abundance.

The lack of accessible water was a well-known weakness in the Sand Village, and other traders who tried to bring it in often lost half their supply to evaporation in the desert heat. But Naruto's people used specialized Uzumaki containment seals on the water barrels, maintaining a steady, plentiful supply. Their methods were so advanced that the Swirling Dunes had a steady flow of cool water even in the middle of Suna's hottest days. In some of the higher-end locations, cooling seals regulated the room temperature, disguised as intricate patterns in the walls that passed water between them. The tumblers and dishes, too, had seals—simple, discreet temperature control seals that ensured the water stayed refreshingly cool while also preventing evaporation. It wasn't long before the Swirling Dunes became known for this luxury alone.

Naruto was meticulous about protecting their secrets. Each piece of equipment, from tumblers to furniture, was fitted with an intricate self-destruction seal, ensuring no one could reverse-engineer their techniques if they were stolen or tampered with. The Kazekage's officials could speculate all they wanted about the mysterious cooling properties of the Swirling Dunes, but without proof, they could do nothing.

Beyond business, Naruto's strategy encompassed a far-reaching plan to gain influence. Rather than staffing the hotels with their own people, they hired locals. The influx of jobs strengthened their ties to Suna's people, who quickly came to rely on the Swirling Dunes for employment and stability. To the Kazekage, these new business holdings were too valuable to threaten. The Swirling Dunes were supporting hundreds of villagers now, and any aggression from him would only invite resistance from within.

The results were immediate and significant. The Swirling Dunes Company had woven itself into the Sand Village's social and economic fabric in a matter of months, with Naruto and his people quietly controlling one of the most powerful enterprises in Suna. With their profits, they continued to buy more properties, discreetly yet steadily, reinforcing their influence while maintaining a calculated low profile. Suna's economy, for all its internal struggles, was now deeply reliant on the system Naruto had built.

With the profits from Suna, Naruto strategically reinvested half back into the village's struggling economy, creating a cycle that only deepened his influence. The other half he channeled into building infrastructure and new ventures across other villages, especially the minor ones. Suna's mines, for instance, were rich in minerals, and with Naruto's backing, Suna was now producing day-to-day goods as well as luxury items like glass products. Although Suna was once a leading producer of glass, the Wind Daimyo had restricted their access to cheaper resources, essentially pricing Suna out of its own market. Buyers had fled, and profits had plummeted, leaving the Sand Village with a barely functioning industry.

Naruto, however, with the Namikaze fortune—significant due to his father's collection of S and other -rank bounties and other wartime earnings amassed like candies—was able to buy Suna's glass at fair rates. This infusion of new money provided a stable revenue stream and restored Suna's glass industry to a semblance of its former prominence. Using his specialized transportation seals, Naruto moved these goods across the Elemental Nations at a fraction of the usual cost, allowing him to compete directly with the Daimyo's prices while keeping production centered in Suna. This capital injection jumpstarted the faltering Suna economy, giving it the strength to reestablish itself.

Through Zabuza, Naruto conveyed to Kazekage Rasa the importance of discretion. The Swirling Dunes Company, Naruto's network in Suna, operated quietly, as any publicized transactions would draw unwanted attention from the Wind Daimyo. Rasa understood the arrangement well; Suna's loyalty and secrecy were assured. Still, Naruto was acutely aware that Rasa was highly suspicious of this newly up-jumped merchant and that he could not be fully trusted. Yet, despite any wariness, Naruto's influence grew like roots beneath the desert sands.

Naruto also expanded his ventures into lands with deep anti-Konoha sentiments, like the Lands of Canian and Woods. There, he allied with local rebel groups like the Prajna group to smuggle goods through the Land of Fire, using their networks to bypass standard trade routes. Though his transportation seals were effective, certain materials couldn't be sealed due to their instability or bulk. In these cases, his connections to local rebels filled the gap, giving him the means to move goods while avoiding detection by Konoha patrols, since he knew well how they operated. Through these intermediaries, Naruto's goods began to permeate the region, subtly but steadily increasing his economic influence there.

In the war-torn Land of Mist, Naruto also secured a foothold through Jinin, using him as a point of entry into the Mist's fractured market. However, luxury items held little appeal in a nation gripped by civil war, so Naruto focused on weapons and equipment, items desperately needed by the rebel faction. Many of these weapons were crafted by the skilled smiths of the Kamado's clan and the Sura clan, whose blades fused seals directly into the steel. Though demand was high, his venture into Mist had limitations; their lack of a steady iron supply hindered production, and the profits, while steady, were smaller than they might have been.

He was not just building a network and empire of trade and influence but a spy network as well. In no two villages were the names of their company the same; only in Suna had they made their name a bit obvious, using "Swirling," which was very close to "Whirling."

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But the Snow Country was another matter. Their technology was a keystone in Naruto's vision, and he was determined to bring them under his influence. Unfortunately, the current ruler, Doto Kazahana, was an obstacle. Not only was he unwilling to negotiate, but he was also far from a just leader, his tyranny bleeding the nation dry. When Kammado informed Naruto of receiving an anonymous contract through the black market, Naruto had every reason to accept. Doto's days were numbered.

The Snow Country was frigid and unwelcoming, but the mission itself felt almost too straightforward. Nono and her team moved quietly through the snowy wilderness, scouting, assessing, and gathering intel on Doto's regime. Naruto's instructions had been clear: find out who had put the contract out and make contact with them. It wasn't long before Ivagin traced the source back to a single name: Sandayū Asama, a man loyal to the old regime and the rightful heiress, Princess Koyuki Kazahana, whom he protected under the guise of a movie director.

When Naruto met Sandayū, the director was initially wary, hesitant to confirm his identity as the contractor. But Naruto's presence was undeniable, and his assurances eventually coaxed out the truth. As Naruto listened to the story, his expression turned thoughtful. The old loyalty, the rightful heiress disguised as Yukie Fujikaze, a renowned actress—all pieces in a game Naruto knew well.

"So," Naruto said, his voice even, "you want Doto gone and the princess on the throne. In return, you sign certain agreements with us?"

Sandayū nodded cautiously, hope flickering in his eyes. "Yes, but... Doto's forces—"

"Doto's forces will fall," Naruto cut him off, his tone calm but assured. "But we do it my way."

In the days that followed, Doto's inner circle began to crumble. One by one, his strongest subordinates—Nadare Rōga, Fubuki Kakuyoku, and Mizore Fuyukuma—fell. Naruto had taken down two of them himself, with Zabuza eliminating the last—all cold-blooded assassinations. Each strike was precise, calculated to increase Doto's paranoia and leave him scrambling for safety. By the time Naruto gave Sandayū the signal, Doto was a shadow of the tyrant he once was, his world unraveling.

The dawn of battle arrived. At Naruto's command, the army of loyal samurai, bolstered by mercenary samurai and rabble with armor, advanced on Doto's palace gates. Despite Sandayū's initial protests, Naruto had insisted they needed a visible show of strength. "In this world," he'd said, "anything not taken by force is seen as weak." Despite the ragtag nature of the force, Naruto assured him he would handle the rest.

It was hardly a battle. Naruto had already kidnapped Doto the night before and left him near the scuffle, placing a clone impersonating him who would give the command for an open attack. Naruto had also ensured Doto's death appeared as though he'd fallen in combat. As the skirmish ended, Naruto, disguised as a samurai bearing Koyuki's sigil, delivered the killing blow himself. The message was clear: the people had fought for their freedom, and they had won for their princess.

In the days following Doto's fall, Koyuki Kazahana was crowned as the rightful ruler of the Snow Country. Naruto attended the coronation in disguise, even receiving the highest civilian award the country could bestow—a subtle reminder of the control he now held over them. His eyes remained watchful, and Koyuki knew he had the power to change the story if she failed to uphold their agreement.

But Koyuki was hesitant in her new role, repeatedly attempting to escape, her doubts eating away at her resolve. Finally, Nono reported this to Naruto. He sought her out, finding her at the edge of a secluded cliff.

"You seem determined to run," he remarked, his voice as calm as the snowy landscape around them.

She looked away, her shoulders tense. "This... isn't the life I wanted. I'm an actress, not a ruler. My uncle... he took everything from me. I was never meant for this."

Naruto watched her for a moment, understanding flickering in his gaze. "Do you think I wanted this?" he asked quietly. "If it were just about me, I'd have chosen a different path. I could have lived in Sand as one of its shinobi or any other village that would have welcomed me with open arms. But my people? They need me. Above my desires, they are my duty."

Koyuki's gaze softened, the realization of shared burdens sinking in. "So, you do this… for them?"

"For them," Naruto affirmed. "And that's why you'll do this too. Not because it's easy, not because it's fair, but because they need you."

After a long silence, Koyuki nodded. "Thank you," she said quietly.

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In the heart of Konoha, the council of elders met in the shadowed comfort of their chambers. Sukino was the first to speak, her voice laced with frustration. "For a year, we had the upper hand—the Uzumaki alliance was nearly crumpled. But now… now we hear rumors of movement in the Sand. Whatever Naruto has set into motion there, it's big. If left unchecked, he'll have Rasa eating out of his hand."

Hiruzen took a deep breath, his fingers steepled under his chin as he weighed her words. Sukino's eyes glinted as she leaned in, her voice lowering. "It's time to act. We need to offer Rasa an olive branch, Hiruzen. Sit down as a mediator, force the Kazekage and the Wind Daimyo to the table. Resolve their differences. If we can keep Suna reliant on us instead of the Uzumaki…"

The room hummed with a tense agreement, each elder nodding in turn, their minds spinning with the implications.

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Elsewhere in the village, tucked away in the dim, warm light of the 'Twisted Kunai'—a bar known for catering to shinobi only—a group of renowned Jōnin sat gathered around a booth. Kakashi, as always, had his nose buried in his book, seemingly indifferent to the world around him. But when Asuma leaned over, the glint in his eyes betraying his curiosity, Kakashi sensed it was only a matter of time before they asked.

"I hear you had a run-in with him," Asuma said, with an almost casual tone, though the sharpness in his gaze betrayed a deeper intrigue.

Kakashi didn't look up, his usual lazy demeanor unbroken as he gave a faint hum in response.

Asuma wasn't deterred. "So, was he as skilled as they make him out to be in the Bingo Book?"

The mention of 'him' drew the attention of the entire table, each Jōnin's expression shifting as Kakashi looked up. The reasons were varied but personal. Guy's usual exuberance had faded into a rare solemnity; few knew that Naruto and Guy had shared a quiet friendship from Naruto's early days in the force, where they'd been frequent mission partners. Kurenai's face softened, something unreadable passing through her gaze. She couldn't deny her curiosity—both from the lingering memory of her own brief massive crush for the prodigy and from the questions she held about her former friend, Anko, who had defected from Konoha alongside him. Asuma, meanwhile, scowled slightly; he'd once praised Naruto for rescuing the Fire Daimyo and had spoken highly of him as a prodigy. But that was before he saw the young Uzumaki stand defiantly against the Hokage and the Daimyo themselves. Now, Asuma's feelings were tainted with resentment, sharpened by the fact that Kurenai had once had massive crush for Naruto.

Kakashi's visible eye drifted up from his book, his gaze drifting to each of them as if measuring their readiness for what he would say. Finally, he set his book down and activated a privacy seal under the table, a feature the establishment offered for discussions that required discretion. These days, Naruto's name was spoken in hushed tones, almost a taboo in Konoha. Most simply referred to him as 'him' or 'that man.'

Asuma leaned in, intrigued, a glint of smug curiosity in his eyes. "Details, Kakashi. We want details."

Kakashi took a measured breath, choosing his words with care. "He's… good. Very good. Stronger than I anticipated." He let that sink in before continuing, "He took down Konohamaru when he was fully in the four-tailed mode of his jinchūriki transformation. And he did it almost effortlessly while simultaneously dealing with me."

The silence at the table thickened as each of them absorbed this. It wasn't that they expected Naruto to be weak—quite the opposite. But hearing that he had taken down a jinchūriki in a four-tailed state so easily? That was something else.

Kurenai's brow creased as she finally spoke, her voice tinged with concern. "Is Konohamaru okay?"

"Yes," Kakashi replied. "Lord Alaruya managed to remove the restrictive seal Naruto had placed on him, but it wasn't easy. It was Konohamaru's fault—only an idiot would wave a Rasengan of all jutsu against Naruto, knowing Naruto wouldn't take it kindly. Alaruya himself admitted that Naruto's level of skill in fūinjutsu is approaching Level 10. He said Naruto may even surpass him very soon… though there's still a gap in experience. Still, Alaruya thinks Naruto is closing in on Minato-sensei's level."

Asuma's eyes widened, disbelief etched across his face. "Are you saying… the Hiraishin?"

Kakashi shook his head, the seriousness in his gaze unwavering. "Not necessarily. Even Lady Kushina, a Level 12 in sealing, couldn't replicate that jutsu. Hiraishin requires not only mastery of fūinjutsu but a specialization in space-time sealing and techniques. I don't know if Naruto has explored that path."

Guy, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, finally broke his silence, his voice filled with a rare solemnity. "How… how is he?"

Kakashi's face softened slightly as he recalled the encounter. "Different," he said after a pause. "He's… sorted, if that makes sense. Collected, no hesitation or uncertainty. I didn't sense the doubt that used to hold him back in the past. It was like he knew exactly who he was and what he was meant to do."

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In the Root hideout, a masked Ne shinobi knelt silently before his master, awaiting permission to speak. Danzo Shimura, head of the covert organization, stood in the shadows, his single, calculating eye focused on the dark stone wall before him, hands clasped behind his back.

The Ne shinobi broke the silence. "Sir, we've received new intelligence from the Land of Woods. The Prajna rebel group has gone underground. They've gone silent, vanished entirely."

Danzo's gaze remained fixed ahead. "And what of your tracking efforts?"

"We tried, but their trails run cold at every turn. It's as if they've been deliberately covered."

Danzo's eyes narrowed thoughtfully, his mind tracing the implications. "They don't simply disappear. Someone is coordinating them, organizing our old enemies. Prajna today, and who knows what other factions tomorrow." His voice dropped, laced with suspicion. "This reeks of a calculated rallying effort."

A Nara operative standing nearby stepped forward, visibly tensing under Danzo's attention. "Sir, it's plausible someone could be attempting to restore alliances among those hostile to Konoha. The Prajna, for one, wouldn't stay quiet unless they felt secure under some new power."

Danzo's gaze lingered, his mind lingering on a name he hadn't spoken aloud in some time: Uzumaki Naruto. His influence had slithered across borders, quietly pulling strings. And while Danzo suspected the Uzumaki's hand behind the recent mobilizations, he couldn't be certain—Since they didn't have any shortage of enemies.

Shifting to another matter, Danzo's tone sharpened. "And the progress on deciphering the Uchiha seals? The protecting their dōjutsu?"

The Ne shinobi's response was equally sharp. "It's a constant dead-end, sir. Every attempt to break the seal has led to its destruction. Even Lord Alaruya found no way to stabilize it for analysis."

Danzo's jaw clenched, his lone eye narrowing. His ambitions had long extended to harvesting the Uchiha's famed Sharingan, but the blasted seal protecting each eye from tampering continued to block him. To think that a single seal—Uzumaki work, no doubt—could so thoroughly defy even his finest Root operatives and most skilled allies was a bitter reminder of their enemies' reach.

If the state of things continued as they were, they might be forced to remove the Uchiha—along with the Sharingan—a colossal waste. The game was changing. 

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In a quiet, secluded part of the village, a man sat before a crackling bonfire, its flickering light casting shadows across his weathered face. He was as old as the Third, his mind steeped in memories of a lifetime of service and duty. Tonight, his thoughts drifted back to a fiery young redhead with eyes too intense for his age—the boy who had once hung on every word of Kosuke's ramblings, who had somehow seen wisdom in the stories of an eternal genin. Kosuke had seen the changes in the world, read them like shifts in the wind, and he knew that a storm was coming. Chaos was in the air, as inevitable as the dawn, and he felt his place in it shifting.

He let the memories take him back to their last meeting, a scene replaying itself in his mind with the clarity of yesterday.

Flashback

The late afternoon sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon as Kosuke stacked firewood, preparing for the chill that would come with nightfall. He sensed someone behind him before he heard a voice—a familiar voice that carried a surprising warmth amidst the turmoil surrounding him.

"Can I have one of those special teas you make?" the voice asked. "You know, the one with those forest herbs you save for special occasions."

Kosuke's hands didn't falter as he arranged the firewood, but he couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips. "Naruto," he said, still focused on his task. "I heard what happened in the Fire Court." Kosuke began brewing the tea, his movements slow, measured. "What comes next?"

Naruto exhaled as he sat beside the fire, the weight of unspoken things between them. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice low.

They spoke of simpler things for a while, slipping into laughter and quiet conversation. Kosuke could still see the boy Naruto had been, hidden beneath the layers of resolve and strength he had now. But the laughter eventually faded, leaving room for the questions that could no longer be ignored.

Kosuke leaned forward, his gaze steady. "I ask again, Naruto. What comes next?"

Naruto looked at him, something shifting behind his eyes. "You know I owe you more than I could ever repay," he began. "Despite everything—the choices this village has made, what they've done to me—I'll always carry that debt. You gave me the chance to have three meals a day when no one else would."

Kosuke's face softened, and he reached out to clap Naruto on the shoulder. "No, my child. Don't attribute your success to an old man like me. What you've achieved, you've done yourself. You had talent, strength, you put in the work. If I hadn't seen it, someone else would have."

"No, Kosuke," Naruto replied. "Others may have seen, but they wouldn't touch me, not with a ten-foot pole. Even if they did they mold me into something that is beneficial for them. You took me under your wing. I'll never forget that."

Naruto's gaze grew distant, and he spoke as if he were confessing something he'd carried alone for too long. "There's a point where someone gets pushed too far, where they have no choice but to push back or get shoved over the cliff. I'm at that edge. I can't let things slide anymore. My people..."

Naruto stood up, his posture marked with a deference that he rarely showed anyone. Bowing low, he murmured, "Whatever comes, I'll always be in your debt. One call, and despite anything—despite all that may happen—I'll be there for you in any way I can."

Kosuke's eyes misted, but he smiled, resting a hand on Naruto's shoulder as he stood up. "You've grown, child."

Naruto took a sip of the tea, a smile flickering across his face. "The tea, Kosuke… it's still the best." With a final nod of respect, he set his cup down and, without another word, vanished into the twilight and from the village and enxt day the great barrier incident will happen.

End Flashback

That was the last time Kosuke had seen Naruto. Sitting by the fire now, he could still feel the presence of that conversation, as though Naruto's words lingered in the smoke and embers. A rare smile curved his lips as he thought of how far the boy had come—from a hungry child desperate for recognition to a man powerful enough to shake nations. Kosuke had served his village faithfully for decades, but the world was changing, and he felt his part in it changing too.

Tonight, he found the answer to a question that had haunted him for years, a question once posed to him by the Second Hokage. Kosuke's loyalty to the Leaf was unwavering, but now, perhaps, his role had shifted. It was time to pass the torch, to entrust the future to those with new strength and vision. 

The eternal genin took a deep breath, watching as the flames danced before him, and resolved to retire. In his heart, he knew he had one last role to play, to make space for the younger generation—a generation shaped, in no small part, by a boy he had once taken under his wing, a boy who had now become a man.

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NTLHOS: Chapter 68: New threads of Influence is out!

NTLHOS: Chapter 69: Strategy- The Great Heist IS OUT!

NTLHOS: Chapter 70: Wrath of Darkness IS OUT!

NTLHOS: Chapter 71: "Echoes of Thunder IS OUT!

NTLHOS: Chapter 72: The Silent Rebellion IS OUT!

NTLHOS: Chapter 73: Glimpse of the Kami no Shinobi IS OUT !

NTLHOS: Chapter 74: Tempest of Despair and Hope IS OUT! 

NTLHOS: Chapter 75: The Great Assembling IS OUT!

NTLHOS: Chapter 76: The Whirlpool's Dominions IS OUT!

NTLHOS: Chapter 77: The Grand Ploy IS OUT!

Chapter 79: Part -II- A Pawn Crosses the Board to Become a Queen IS OUT !

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