Can Pokemon Into Naruto? 10 (Patreon)

Commissioned by Anthony Maxwell

Can Pokemon Into Naruto?

Chapter 10

-VB-

So.

First thing first.

What did I know? 

After Baltoy looked into the mind of the ninja, we discovered that the ninja in question was indeed a ninja of the Hidden Village in the Mist, or Kirigakure. He was chunin Hosokabe Junii, a veteran who’s been around for a decade and an fervent hater of Kekkai Genkai, the Bloodline Limit which can be found in many clans and individuals across the Elemental Nations. 

And he assumed I was one and tried to kill me for it. 

That was the only reason why he attacked me. Kiri didn’t even know about me, and Junii was just passing by on his way to his mission when he caught sight of Konoha-nins who came to see me. 

Yes, all of this happened on a chance.

I had been close to death by chance.

The next day, I didn’t work; I actually had done a lot of work prior so I was not only ahead but the villagers didn’t think too much about me taking a day off. 

But during the day, I sat in my room with a charcoal pencil and a rough paper made pulped tree.

The paper was actually a prototype for a product I wanted to market from this village. There were a lot of trees around here, after all, and many of them were of the fast growing kind. It was the perfect place for a paper industry to grow. 

Unfortunately, my near-fatal encounter with death got me to push those plans back. 

What I needed was a way to secure myself and the village. 

I stopped writing and looked at Baltoy and Cleo. Both of them were resting alongside me, lazying around on the one day they got off recently. 

… I liked both of them. I liked them a lot. Baltoy was my first pokemon here, and I had a sentimental attachment to him. Cleo was a little bitch, but she put her all into training and working. I could do with worse, and she was growing on me. 

But they were also growing too slowly for me to feel safe. Baltoy’s been with me for months, but he’s yet to evolve. I also knew instinctively that I couldn’t make any pokemon in their final evolution form unless they had no other evolution. So no Claydol for me until Baltoy evolved.

Which meant that I was stuck with no currently genin-chunin tier pokemons while I myself was on the low end of genin. 

I needed a way to increase my security. 

And I think I have an idea on how to do that. 

I stood up slowly enough that neither of my mon’s felt alarmed, though Baltoy did float up a little as acknowledging my change in pose. 

Where to? he asked me. 

“I’m going to see the village elder,” I said to him. “Want to follow?”

He nodded. 

I left the house and moved across the village. The sun was high in the sky now, and everyone was resting. 

Unlike what I originally thought about village life, villagers did not work during noon. They always worked near dawn and dusk when the weather and temperature was cool enough and not humid enough to needlessly tire them out. 

So when I walked across the village, most of the villagers were out and about, resting and digesting their lunch. They waved at me, and I waved back. Before long, I was standing in front of the elder’s hut. 

“Elder! I need to talk with you!” 

It didn’t take long for the man to come out. “What’s up, weird boy?”

I gave him a deadpan stare, and his wife came out and smacked him over the head. 

“Stop being mean to the boy!” she scolded, and he grumbled as he put on his straw footwear. 

“Well?”

“I want to talk to you in private. It’s important.”

He looked at me before nodding. “Alright. Let’s go to the field.”

We did, and when we arrived at one of the walkway junctions between four paddies, we stopped. 

“I was attacked by a Mist ninja yesterday night.”

He almost spasmed with how he overdramatically seized up.

“Boy, if you are lying-”

“I can take you to where I buried him in his entire gear except his weapons. The body has the headband still there.”

He looked at me and slowly the look of horror grew on his face. “W-Wait, are Mist ninjas coming-?”

“No,” I shook my head and explained to him everything. 

He listened despite his initial reaction.

Then I told him my plan, even though I knew he wasn’t going to like it.

And he did not like it.

He really didn’t like it … but he gave me the very reluctant permission to establish security for the village, especially since our poor village certainly couldn’t hire any ninjas to protect us. 

That very day, I went out into the forest to get my hands on some eggs. 

Some wasp eggs, that was. 

-VB-

I had a plan.

It was a plan that would irrevocably change the local ecosystem but it would also make the village safe. Not as safe as being inside a hidden ninja village but safer than most villages and towns out there in the Elemental Nations. 

I looked down at the thirty or so wasp eggs that I collected, and my arms and hands showed just how badly I’ve been stung even after I had Cleo make smoke to smoke out the wasps. 

Ugh. The next week was going to suck.

But I had no time to rest. I needed to get to work right now. 

I craned my neck down, looking intently at the eggs as I used a very rudimentary tweezer and a needle to … poke holes into them.

I don’t know why I had to keep poking holes into all sorts of eggs to make them change. My power must like stick its needle into all sorts of things. 

I winced as I pressed a bit too hard and speared right through the egg. 

‘Well, there goes that one,’ I thought as I tossed it to Cleo, who jumped up and snatched it out of the air before greedily swallowing it. 

See, I had a plan.

I didn’t always have a plan but when I planned, I made sure it was a good plan.

… And this good plan might change not just the local environment but also the Elemental Nations once people heard of me. But security came first, and even ninjas could not escape thousands of eyes. 

I poked holes into the eggs and gently set them aside. It was now up to my power on which bug would crawl out of those eggs. 

As for other measures…

I looked to the clay ball and the dark cloth I’d put around it. It was actually a copy of the same pointed head I’d made for Baltoy but instead of finishing the body, I draped a dark cloth over it … and I’ll leave it over the buried body of the Mist ninja so that if any resentment, anger, and fear remained in the “soul verse” of this universe, the clay doll head would absorb it. 

If this method worked to produce a pokemon I hoped it would, then I will make more. 

As for the bugs…

I just hoped I could control them all.

Because if I couldn’t, then this part of the jungle was going to become hell for human habitation.