Can Pokemon into Naruto? 16 (Patreon)

Commissioned by Anthony Maxwell

Can Pokemon into Naruto?

Chapter 16

-VB-

When Xinujang accepted the foreigner into their village, he didn’t expect much out of the man. Aside from the fact that he looked like one of those nobles and merchants from the cities and thus wholly unsuited to life out here in the countryside, he looked very unassuming. 

Well, he was wrong. 

Oh, he was so wrong about the foreigner. 

Karl, or Karu as most of the villagers and he himself called the man because screw rolling the tongue that harshly.

He changed so much about the village that sometimes he barely recognized it. 

Yonomoto by the Sea Mountain grew. Some of it had to do with people moving into it because there were jobs here.

There were jobs here.

What used to be a village that lived off of the land and barely grew enough to feed themselves was now a village that had chimneys from so many trees getting turned into charcoal, which was being sold to neighboring villages and offered to their jito as tax. It made them a lot of money that most of the villagers didn’t even know what to do with, and that was saying something considering that most of the villagers weren’t involved in the charcoal job and got money from what Karu and his workers spent! But that was enough to overwhelm his people that … they were able to spend their money on frivolous stuff. 

Oh, of course, they made sure to prepare for potential downturns. Most of the villagers made sure to prepare for exactly that. Rations for famines. Bundles of linen and wool for days when times they would be more expensive to buy. New tools. 

But they bought actually frivolous items like copper necklace, silver rings, and toys for their children. Bought their kids things they never could have had. Bought themselves small things that showed that they weren’t so poor and ugly anymore. 

It felt dangerous but Xinujang let it be because what else would he do? 

What he could do was tell people if things might change. 

And things were definitely changing. 

Because Karu did bring those “animal companions” to life, even though the very first companion was not an animal at all but a clay doll. Those companions were the reason why the charcoal industry existed in the first place because there was no way they could make fire so readily and powerful to fuel a charcoal furnace in this rainforest! 

And then the bugs.

Giant bugs. Bugs bigger than anything he was familiar with.

And … and they were good boys and girls (?). He got used to those “weedles,” then “kakunas,” and then “beedrills.” The names were weird, foreign, and they definitely needed to find new names for them, but they were now a part of the village as well. 

Protectors, even, because that’s what Karu said they would do as long as the village kept up their part of being a village.

They would take care of the bugs’ eggs and young, occasionally feed them good stuff like meat and honey, and provide help just as they would help them against dangerous wildlife. 

And there were dangerous wildlife out there like the one that almost did in the orphan kid. 

The one that concerned him the most, though, were the bears. The Bears of Sea Mountain were giant things that lived on the other side of the mountain. They lived near the coast but he’d seen them before. They rarely came over to this side of the mountain but they did. 

And when an animal grew half the height of trees, the only thing fragile humans like him could do was run.

But not anymore. 

He wondered if those beedrills would be enough to keep those bears away. He sure hoped so. 

Well, if the beedrills couldn’t, then Karu’s personal companions certainly could. “Cleo” and “Baltoy” were the strongest two, and he knew Baltoy certainly will be able to fend off the bears. The clay doll was strong enough to chop up trees without a problem! What was meat and blood compared to trees? 

Nothing, that’s what. 

… But what really worried Xinujang wasn’t the wildlife or the growing wealth. Well, it had to do with growing wealth. 

It was the ninjas. The other ninjas, not Konohagakure. Konoha-nin weren’t assholes, and they were part of the Land of Fire! He never heard about Konoha-nin killing Fire citizens. 

But that could be because he was a country bum who knew nothing about city politics. 

No, he was worried about other ninjas from other countries. The village had apparently seen one, though Karu took care of him.

Speaking of which…

“Karu, where are you?” he spoke up as he walked around the front of Karu’s house. 

Karu changed how building looked frequently. It now looked more like a noble’s house than any of the huts that some of the villagers still lived in. In fact, it looked better than the jito’s residence!  He hoped that wouldn’t cause problems. Their jito wasn’t the envious type, but his wife was. 

He heard something from the back of the house. 

He walked around the house and the sounds grew distinct enough. 

It was … chanting? 

He cautiously came around the corner of the house… and then froze.

Karu and his companions were on the ground, kneeling and chanting while holding some kind of wooden panels in their hands. Or in the case of Cleo the Chick, in her beak.

They bowed up and down as they chanted… to a rotting corpse that was somehow burning but not burning. 

Xinujang felt like he intruded on something horrifying as the chanting grew higher in pitch and faster in rhythm. 

Drums began to sound around him but there were no drums around here! 

He whirled around as he heard sounds of screaming -.

The drums, screaming, chants, and weird sounds all ceased. 

He looked back.

“AAAHHH!!” he screamed when he saw Karu and the companions looking at him.

“... chief, you just ruined the ritual,” Karu bemoaned as he dropped the wooden panel. The fire-not-fire dissipated, leaving behind the still smouldering corpse of …

“Wait, t-that’s a ninja.”

“Yeah. He tried to kill me.”

“H-He’s rotting.”

“Yeah, it happened some time ago. I dragged him out of his shallow grave to try something but … well, you ruined it, chief.”

Burning corpses? Dragging it out of graves?

“T-That’s not done, Karu! You don’t drag corpses out of graves! What if vengeful ghosts come after you?!”

“... That was the point, chief.”

“Huh?”

“Ugh,” Karu sighed as he turned back to look at the corpse. “Well, this is useless now. We may as well burn it for real. I guess we’re going to have to go to Plan B.”

“W-What is Plan B…?”

Karu turned back to look at him.

“Capture the souls of children who died in the forest.”

Oh Kami.