Can Pokemon into Naruto? 30 (Patreon)

Commissioned by Anthony Maxwell

Can Pokemon into Naruto?

Chapter 30

-VB-

Tokudaiji Kan. 

A dojo kuge. His clan, the Tokudaiji Clan, was one of the five clans that descended from the same clan that gave birth to the current dynasty of Fire Daimyos. 

He owned a lot of land. Specifically, he owned 1,500 cho (roughly 3,670 acres) of land spread throughout the Land of Fire but mostly centered around the Imperial Valley at the center of the Land of Fire. Most of that land was farmland and the land that the hyakusho (farming peasants) lived on. The lush farmlands brought him wealth most wouldn’t even be able to imagine, and the merchants working directly for him made sure he earned even more money. 

This, of course, didn’t take into account his position within the Fire Daimyo’s court and the Tokudaiji Clan. 

Obviously, he used his positions in both to ensure that his merchants were able to take advantage of any upswings and downswings in the economy and trends. Did Ryou-hime get a new kimono made from silk from ***** province? His merchants will be there yesterday and would have bought out the silk cloth stock. Did Ko-dono tell his friends that he made a new iron mine? Well, those miners needed to be fed, clothed, and sheltered, no? His merchants should have been there last month to start selling those things. 

As a result, Kan may have, uh, let himself get too big. 

He was always big-boned! 

But, uh, even he knew that he was grotesquely obese. 

So he played off of it. Let his beautiful attendants sleep on him in casual settings! Let the children poke his big belly! 

He was a big cuddly uncle next door. 

He certainly and definitely did not order that assassination of a foreign portmaster who dared to put more tariffs on his perfectly fine goods. 

The former portmaster should have started with demanding bribes like everyone else. 

Hmm. Yes. Uh, where was he? 

Oh, right.

He was as rich as he was fat, and was on his way to get even richer! And maybe even get this new healer to deal with his obesity! It certainly wouldn’t hurt if he could take a few pills to replace those pesky nurses and doctors. They cost more money than five hundred villagers! 

“Kuge-sama,” a lesser official spoke up. “We’ve reached the border of the Shimaraku Province.”

“Oh!” That’s the name of the periphery province that this mysterious healer set himself up in.

Geez, why did he have to be out in the middle of nowhere? Everyone with abilities and wealth should be in the cities where they would be easier to indoctr-COUGH reach out and hire fairly. 

It was all for the glory of the Fire Daimyo and the Tokudaiji Clan!

Yes, yes… and profit.

“How much more do we have in our journey?” he asked, letting his deep bass voice ring out regally. 

“Once we cross the river, it should take us no more than three days to reach our destination.”

“Wonderful!” A pause. “And what’s the hold up?”

“Ah… There are no bridges at this length of the river, kuge-sama. There is a ship that goes up and down its length.”

“Hmm. And how long is that wait?”

“Perhaps a day or two, sir.”

“Then you should have led with half a week for our total wait time, my good man!”

-VB-

“What?”

“The Fire Daimyo’s court has already sent their representatives,” the info broker hummed as he glanced at each of the gold ryo pieces he’d received from the Suna-nins in front of him. “My sources are telling me that a dojo has stepped up to the task and are heading toward some village in Shimaraku Province.”

“And his protection detail?”

The old info broker raised an eyebrow before gesturing for them to cough up more ryo.

The Suna nin, the poor bastards that they were, grimaced as he dropped more coins.

He raised his eyebrow at the bronze mon coins. “Really?”

With an even deeper grimace, the Suna nin dropped a silver ryo.

The info broker sighed. This was what he got for setting up shop close to the border of the Land of River. “Fine. It’ll have to do. There are at least half a dozen Konoha chunins who’re more or less permanently attached to the kuge in question as well as three Tokudaiji Clan samurai.”

The Suna nins cursed. 

To be a samurai, a swordsman had to be as strong as a ninja jounin and just as adapt at manipulating chakra, if only in their weapons. They also had to possess armor that would deflect most chakra techniques, including genjutsu. 

This, in practice, meant that this kuge’s convoy had three jounins and six chunins. 

Of course, he expected the Suna nins to have more teammates with them. Aside from the three in front of him, they might have as many as ten more. Could be as few as just two more. Suna nins tended to operate in odd-numbered teams. 

“Do you have information on who those samurais and Konoha-nins are?” 

The old man stared at them… and gestured for more coins.

-VB-

On the other side of the Land of Fire, a Kirigakure ANBU team was experiencing a similar dilemma. Unlike Sunagakure, they were better funded. 

The Kiri ANBU team leader stood next to a young-ish info broker inside of a tiny newspaper alley stall and flipped through his Bingo Book. 

“So… four A-rank samurais, one B-rank samurai, and six B-rank Konoha nin,” he hummed. 

“Assuming that the information from Tokudaiji Clan is accurate, yes,” the dealer hummed from inside his stall. 

“I see.”

The Kiri ANBU team leader hummed. 

His team only had two A-ranks and two B-ranks. This left them at a very strong disadvantage. 

Which meant he needed to keep his team from engaging in a frontal clash.

Which was what ninjas did, most of the time.

He slid a couple more gold ryo over to the info broker. 

“Until next time, Sumashi-san.”

“Until next time, Kiki-san,” the broker hummed as he opened his newspaper with a pop. “Oh, just an extra free info. Shimaraku Province Golden Honey is some of the best honey out there for women’s skin care. So, you know, if you fail, then you might want to pick some up.”

“... Thank you.”

“No problem. You’re a good repeat customer.”

The leader turned to glance at the rest of his team and made a sharp gesture.

Full speed.

-VB-

“Reeeee!!!!!!”

Phantumps all across the forest rang out their war cry. 

Their tiny arms rose up in unison, despite the fact that they could not see their kin.

Their screeches grew louder. 

“REEEEE!!!!!”

They poured all of their heart and soul into this ghastly choir! 

It was a song of their people! 

“REEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!”

And then their sounds echoed, bounced, and pinged off of each other. 

And resonated.

The high pitch shrieks started to wobble. 

Started to echo between trees. 

And just before it struck crescendo -.

The only Trevenant among them made a sharp cut off gesture, and all of the ghosts across over a hundred cho (245 acres, roughly) stopped. 

The trees and rocks vibrated minutely before they settled. 

And yet, none of the animals heard this song of the ghosts. 

None of the humans did either. 

Non-.

[All of you need to practice more quietly], Robute grumbled at the nearest Phantump from just outside their home. 

The Phantump just “thumped.”

A non-commital reply. 

How vexing.