Can Pokemon into Naruto? 25 (Patreon)

Commissioned by Anthony Maxwell

Can Pokemon into Naruto?

Chapter 25

-VB-

When I met up with the ninjas, I realized that they were very tense. The villagers who’d guided them in had also noticed this, which was a bad thing. 

After all, being a ninja meant being able to hide signs and symptoms of whatever they felt so that they didn’t give away a weakness to be exploited by their enemies.

Perhaps that was a good thing. If the ninjas were showing some kind of weakness, then they weren’t considering us to be their enemies. Maybe it was because they thought we were too weak to matter? 

Regardless, I met with them.

“You.”

It was Jounin Kurenai who’d spoken up first.

“Me,” I said. “Is something wrong with me?” 

She stared at me intensely… as did the little Hyuga. 

“Are the giant wasps your doing?” she asked. 

“Hmm? The beedrills? Yeah, they’re the guards of the village. They were really helpful with the latest bandits we’ve had to fight off,” I nodded with a smile as calmly as I could. 

“And you have not lied about being a ninja before?”

“Nope. I’ve never been a ninja… uh, unless there is a legal definition of it that I don’t know about?” I asked.

My question took off Kurenai for a second.

And then the look on her face told me that she, too, did not know if there was a legal definition of what being a ninja was. Considering that we lived in the Land of Fire and I was not living on Konohagakure’s land or causing trouble, she probably needed to apply the Land of Fire’s laws.

Assuming, of course, she cared about that kind of intricacies and wouldn’t just attack under the pretense of “proactive elimination of potential danger.”

Of all of the ninjas in this team, it was the Inuzuka who was the most relaxed, though that was for a given definition of relaxed. In fact, he was very excited to be here. What I remembered from the show was that Inuzuka Kiba from before the timeskip was a very irreverent and almost comically stereotypical boy. 

Which meant… he saw a giant bug.

That was cool for boys. 

Baltoy spun lazily at my shoulder height, hovering in the air effortlessly. It was a psychic training routine for him. The longer he can stay up in the air with his psychic abilities, the better he will be at … basically everything. His presence and lack of insight into what the ninjas might be feeling and thinking were also a good sign. If there was trouble afoot, then he would have alerted me to it. 

“Um… Do you want to go over to my house so we can talk about this?” I asked her. 

She stared at me, looked around the village center we were in, and then at the villagers themselves. 

“Yes, I would like that.”

-VB-

He was the village’s healer and protector. 

He created constructs, animals, and plants. 

And ghosts. 

He made ghosts.

This “Karu” was an anomaly. She felt unbalanced, and the man’s house drove that in even further. There was many equipment left outside in the elements, ranging from a simple rock mortar and pestle set to contraptions of wires, metal tubes, and roughly made glass jars. 

There was no secrecy here, and if there was, then it was hidden underneath so many public “abnormalities” that ninjas should have been trained to hide that it probably didn’t matter; everyone had personal secrets that they hid. 

“So this is your home.”

“Yup,” he said as he set a table up and prepared some tea. “I actually ended up moving out of the place that the village kindly let me room in, but because I had so many things and things to do that I just got my friends and family to help me out.”

“You have family here?” 

“Right here,” he smiled as he set the tea down and pointed to his “living” clay doll. “And the Phantumps and Beedrills. I brought them to life, after all. Doesn’t that make me their family?” 

It was an odd way to look at his creations like that. 

“... I see,” she hummed before looking at the tea. It was highly unlikely for him to poison her from what she’s seen so far. Then she glanced at Akamaru. The Inuzukua ninken was lapping up the tea that had been given to him in a small bowl. All ninkens were trained to detect poison, so there was unlikely to be any in the tea. She grabbed the wooden cup and took a sip. “... Oh.”

The tea was good. 

He smiled. “Did you like it? I made it using the plants I’ve made. It’s good for the body.”

She looked up at him in surprise as whatever effect was happening to her continued to progress. She felt … energized. Like her body finally got something she’s been missing for the past weeks, if not a whole month.

And as the effect settled and disappeared, she felt content and strong. 

“... And what plant might this be?”

“I call it oran,” he said with a hum as Akamru finished his bowl.

Kiba, Hinata, and Shino all drank their teas, too, and looked up in surprise as well. 

“But it’s not chakra?” Hinata asked. 

Karu blinked and then looked at the Hyuga heiress. “Oh, right. Hyugas can see chakra with their eyes? That’s what the bulging of veins around the eye indicates?”

Her pupil nodded. “I feel good but how did this tea do that so quickly without any chakra inside of it?” 

“Oran berry is a very good berry,” he hummed proudly. 

“Of course… but before that, can you answer some questions for us?” she asked.

“Umm. Sure.”

“How did you make your … family?” she asked delicately. She didn’t call them animals or doll, even if they were. 

He raised an eyebrow and stared at her in silence for a few moments before slowly shaking his head. “I’m not going to tell you that.”

She raised an eyebrow and waited. 

He didn’t break from the pressure of rejecting a ninja. Curious. He had a backbone that most villagers and even lesser nobles lacked. 

“Why not?”

“Are you going to give me something of equal value?”

“I would not.”

“Then why even ask?”

She took another sip of her tea. “To test you.”

He frowned. “Whatever for?”

“Konohagakure was contacted to look into your village’s situation. It wasn’t until I got in contact with the jito of the land that I got half of the information I needed. He is currently well outside the village, by the way. He took one look at the giant wasps and left. The other half came from you.”

“Me?”

“Yes. You’re the creator of the giant wasps.”

“And?”

“Is it to take over these lands?”

He looked at her with honest confusion. “What-?”

“SHHHAAA!” 

And the front door flung open.

Kurenai immediately prepared to fight … but instead found herself looking at a child-sized walking chicken.

What?

“You evolved!” the healer, on the other hand, sounded ecstatic as he got up. He quickly picked up the chicken(?) and swung around. 

The chicken(?) bawked and hissed with obvious embarrassment. 

Her genins looked confused and waited for her orders, and she gestured for them to relax. For now. 

She watched the village healer as he fussed over his child-chicken(?). 

… At the very least, he was showing himself to be just a normal person.

And then child-chicken(?) spat fire(!) out of its mouth when the village healer didn’t put it down fast enough.

-VB-

A/N: ate US DoD MRE, Menu 20, Italian Sausage with peppers and onions in marinara sauce. Dumped the crackers right into the marinara sauce. Not bad, though the sausages were kind of tough. Instant coffee, also not bad but definitely not good at all. No drink came with this one aside from coffee. Instead, it had an additional trail mix on top of the usual dry roasted nuts and cranberries. I tossed those into my box of stored MRE packets. Had to pull out an electrolyte orange flavored drink from the same box because it doesn’t feel right to not have a sugary electrolyte drink with an MRE. 650-ish calories total.

As far as MREs go, I’d rate it 7/10.