Can Pokemon into Naruto? 19 (Patreon)

Commissioned by Anthony Maxwell

Can Pokemon into Naruto?

Chapter 19

-VB-

This wasn’t like when the ninjas visited. 

Ninjas were demons. Ninjas were disasters. They were more monsters in human skin than humans becoming gods. 

Cruel, merciless, and so wholly dedicated to their hidden villages that they didn’t even feel like people. They felt … more like tools. 

Xinujang pitied the ninjas when he wasn’t so fearful of them. 

What kind of lives did they live that they turned into such monsters? 

Ninjas were simply “those who needed to be avoided.” 

But bandits? 

Bandits were just regular people. Sure, some of them could be former ninjas, but if they became a ninja, then they weren’t cut out to be true ninja monsters, and thus probably more people than tool/monster.

That made them … reachable. 

More importantly, the fact that they got a warning this early was already a sign that however these “pokemon” came to be through Karu’s hands, they were useful.

Especially since they didn’t need to be taken care of. 

They weren’t like the village dogs and cats, though. Village dogs and cats could be left alone, and they’ll survive on their own. Sure, a few dogs might get attached to a few people and vice versa, but most of the village dogs and cats just “lived” with them.

According to Karu, the same could not be said about pokemon. Pokemon were made to be loved and love in return. They were companions not unlike the closest of friends. They would fight for the village because the village was their family, not because they were dumb animals trained to fight like that. 

And Xinujang saw it in the ways that the “beedrills” came by to “check” on them. Sometimes, they even dropped off chunks of meat. 

(Nobody questioned where the meat came from.)

That already made them useful.

Now, those same beedrills returned with warnings about bandits. 

Useful? No, they were priceless because it meant that a few more of the villagers will be able to evacuate and a few more will be able to survive. 

Because the same beedrills were ready to go to war on their behalf. 

And the village was not going to let them go by themselves. 

“Every able bodied man must arm himself!” he shouted from the top of his lungs as all men quickly put on what they could. Leather jackets. Wooden panels. Knives strapped to herding sticks. Sickles tied to the end of sticks. Hatchets passed down for generations held in trembling hands. 

But they came. 

And among them was Karu. 

He looked resolute with his pokemon companions by his side. Some of the women fretted at the sight of Cleo, but Xinujang knew better than most that the tiny fire chick was probably worth half a dozen men here. 

Karu himself was armed with roughly pounded iron shin and forearm guards. He carried a guardless sword and a spear.

… In a way, he was the village’s samurai. Best armed, best armored, and with a lot of “people” to fight alongside him. Hell, he might even be a ninja in hiding, no matter how differently the man acted and insisted! 

None of that mattered right now. 

Right now… Karu was one of them. 

With everyone gathered, Xinujang took in a deep breath as he pulled out the sticks. 

“Five of us stay. The rest of us go to fight the bandits away from the village.”

The men looked uneasily at each other. They shifted. 

This was the hardest part sometimes when levies were called. 

Karu stepped forward and pulled out a stick while looking completely at ease, though Xinujang felt the man’s hand trembling a little. 

He pulled out a dud.

“Guess this tough boy’s gonna have to be at the frontline, huh?” Karu gave him and the villagers a lopsided grin. 

That got the rest of the men to come forward and start drawing. 

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Choodan buzzed excitedly. 

Good! 

Human-hive wasn’t dumb enough to just leave all of the gatherers and larvae by themselves. 

(Though gatherers should also fight. Choodan wondered why they didn’t.)

“Choodan!” 

He looked down and saw Creator. The Creator waved him down, and Choodan lowered himself from the sky down to the Creator’s level. 

“Can you bring your hive mates around? We humans will be the distraction because we’re slower -”

Yes.

“- so you should all go around and wait until they start fighting us. Then you’ll strike them in the back!” 

Choodan nodded with a loud buzz.

“Good boy!” 

Something in his thorax buzzed pleasantly when the Creator said that. 

He rose back up and buzzed to his fellow beedrills, and they swarmed out of the forest and up into the sky. 

He told the basic plan made by the Creator, and they agreed, even if they didn’t want to let squishy human hive members take the brunt of the initial attack. 

But the Creator created them. He must have a good plan! So they will fight as he wished!

As one, they buzzed together and raised their stingers high into the air. 

FOR HEADPATS, DUMPLINGS, AND PRAISES!

-VB-

“... Something’s wrong.”

“What?” 

“I said something’s wrong. I can feel it in my guts.”

“Man, you and your guts. Last time you said that, you sharted in your pants.”

“And we almost got ambushed by the fucking Kiri-nin trying to kill the Konoha-nin. If it wasn’t for my sharting ass, then you would have a sword up your asshole instead! Or kunai. Whichever is relevant.”

“It was disgusting. You smelled more like a corpse than a fossilized turd!” 

“Fucker, do you want to fight me?” 

“Sshh! Stop!” 

The sudden hiss made them and the other bandits stop talking.

The guy in the lead gestured. 

The trio of leaders stepped up, crouched low among the brushes, and looked at what the guy was pointing at. 

To their surprise, it was the villagers. 

“Holy shit, the idiots came out to fight us on their own.”

“Should we just attack them? It’s obvious they’re trying to look for us.”

“We can just hit their village inst-.”

“CHIRP.”

The four of them paused and looked down.

“... That’s a flamboyant chicken,” one of them muttered. “I didn’t know you guys here in the Land of Fire bred chickens this orange and red.”

“We, uh, don’t? There’s usually at least some green in there somewhere.”

“W-”

The chick opened its mouth, no doubt to chirp again.

But instead fire came. 

“@^@#$@?!”

“!!!!”

“Holy -!”

“@!#%#&^Y!!!!”

“There they are!” someone shouted.

They whirled around to look, even though one of them had fire on their shirt now, and saw the villagers rushing at them! 

“That chicken was with the villagers?!” one of them hissed before he pulled out his tanto. “Fuck, just kill them all!” he shouted and the rest of the bandits that had been waiting shouted and rushed the obviously ill-equipped and armored villagers.

And then there was a silver flash. 

One of the villagers rushed forward from the middle of the pack and slammed into -.

“Koto! You bastards, you killed Koto!” 

“NOOO! They killed Koto!” 

And then buzzing.

Buzzing.

Very loud, very insistent, and very quickly closing in on them buzzing. 

Some of the bandits looked up, and shrieked in horror at man-sized wasps coming down at them.

Then that silver flashing villager - who apparently had a spear, a sword, and some actual armor! - turned around and swung his sword. 

The ninja among them tried to fight, using a technique he learned back when he was a Suna-nin, but the wind just … got cut.

“Huh?”

He didn’t get to say anything else as one of the giant wasps stabbed his skull with one of its stingers, splattering the silver flashing villager with his blood. 

That … that killed whatever fragile cohesion they had. Some immediately tried to run. 

The villagers, seeing how quickly the bandits were being killed, rushed even faster forward. 

One of the missing-nin was better than the rest, though. He quickly formed a sign.

“Katon: Kitsunebi!” Six small balls of fire formed in a vertical circle around the missing-nin, and then launched themselves at the villagers. 

One hit a villager and he went down in flames, but the rest got intercepted by the giant wasps and the fire chick from before. The fire splashed on their carapaces and feathers and … nothing. They didn’t engulf the monsters in fire like it did the villager.

“Ha… Ha hah… what the fuck is this?” the missing-nin stuttered out.

He tried to run.

He was not faster than the giant wasps.