Can Pokemon into Naruto? 31 (Patreon)

Commissioned by Anthony Maxwell

Can Pokemon into Naruto?

Chapter 31

-VB-

Go.

He was called that because that was his rank within ROOT. He was “go” within ROOT with Danzo-sama himself being “ichi,” or the first. 

All of his assignments met Danzo-sama’s expectations. 

Nothing he did so much as created harm to Konohagakure. 

What he did, including receiving seals on his tongue, he did to secure Konohagakure’s future from people who could not see more than a foot in front of their eyes. 

And the current mission he was on reflected that. 

A researcher. A healer. Adn a summoner. 

All in one. 

Whoever this peasant was, even if his current strengths were the limit to his abilities, he represented a boon for whoever got his hands on him. 

And both Go and Danzo-sama could not allow that to happen. 

Once Danzo-sama confirmed, even through secondary and tertiary sources, that this individual truly was something profound, he had Go and a squad of jounin-grade ROOT to take a custody of the man before anyone else did. 

Not even the Fire Daimyo could get their hands on him.

And if they could not get their hands on him… then his secondary objective was to put an end to the man’s life and secure the research notes. 

From what he was hearing, this may very well what he would have to do. 

The forward scouts reported that various enemies were heading toward the periphery province. 

Sunagakure ninjas stepping on Konohagakure’s turf. 

Kirigakure ninjas ignoring prior warnings about operating in the Land of Fire. 

Even the ignoble and useless stupid lards of the Fire Imperial Court! 

The good news was that the three enemies all seemed to be converging right before the village. 

If allowed to fight, then one of them will surely come out as the victor…

Which Go could not allow.

So he had a plan. 

While dressing up as Kumo or Iwa ninja to kill the rest of the interlopers was an option, doing such a thing may escalate international tensions, which would be … not unwanted but certainly not appreciated. 

Jumping into the fight as a band of missing-ninjas?

That could work.

But for that to work, the Sunagakure and Kirigakure ninjas had to be eliminated first before they recognized any of the signature techniques of the ROOT ninjas that were on the Bingo Book. 

“Men, prep for Falsehood Operation, missing-nin,” he commanded them in the middle of the woods, and they quickly began to change their clothes, choosing from a number of attires they brought with them in sealing storages. 

Fake missing-nin headbands or even a lack of one was acceptable. 

Then they were off again.

They sped along the trees while avoiding the roads that didn’t cut straight across the country. They slept only five hours each night to sleep; it was just enough hours that they would be at full alertness the day after while not wasting time that the other village ninjas might not waste trying to get to the target. 

And then they arrived.

It was a small crossroad with four roads that almost directly pointed to the four cardinal directions. 

And the Imperial Court’s retinue had already crossed the mid point while the Sunagakure and Kirigakure ninjas had just barely arrived in the distance. 

‘Not good,’ Go thought as he looked around. ‘If we allow them to court’s lards to continue, then they might reach the target while Suna and Kiri ninjas will be deeply embroiled in a fight. If we ambush the court’s envoys, then we might get pincered by Suna and Kiri when they arrive. From a glance, the court’s envoys also have enough samurais that this was not going to be an easy fight at all.’

Time was ticking and he had to make a decision. 

“We speed ahead and attack the Imperial convoy,” he instructed out loud while staring down at the clueless aristocrats. “We push them back to the crossroad and force the Suna and Kiri nins to engage.”

He also recognized who the man in charge of this convoy might be. 

After all, very few noble clans were bold enough to fly their clan flags only slightly lower than the standard of the Imperial Court.

Tokudaiji Clan.

And the obscenely obese man sitting on a chakra-reinforced carriage had to be Tokudaiji Kan.

This was good.

This was very good.

The Tokudaiji Clan were one of the few clans who abhorred the ninjas while they did absolutely jackshit. They got fat (literally) off of the work that ninjas did. 

They were utter pieces of shits that needed to disappear -.

-VB-

“Sir,” one of the samurais spoke up after approaching subtly. Well, subtly for a samurai. “We have visitors.”

Tokudaiji Kan let out a sigh. “Dear heavens, this is exactly the kind of thing I don’t like!” He paused. “How many?”

“Our sensor bushi notes that there are six individuals close by, most of whom have Fire attribute, while there are mainly wind attribute ninjas coming in from the west and mainly water attribute ninjas coming in from the east.”

“Hoh…” he muttered as he spread his fan to cover his lower lips.

It wouldn’t do for his lessers to see him smiling cruelly. 

‘If those fire attribute ninjas are Konohagakure ninjas, then I will be able to use their assault as a leverage to extract concessions from the Old Hokage. This is becoming a rather profitable trip…!’

“Are all of the bushi ready to fight?”

“Hai.”

“Then let’s set up an ambush for them, shall we?” he smirked. 

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Kiri ninjas saw the Imperial envoys first. 

And chose to attack.

Water Bullets, Water Dragons, and even a Fireball or two flew over the distance between the jungle and the cleared road and roadsides and slammed into the Fire Court’s convoy. 

And did absolutely nothing.

When the steam and smoke from the ninjutsus cleared, a single samurai with a spinning spear stood ready before stopping the spinning spear and taking a single step forward. 

“If there is a sin,” the samurai spoke up. “It is not in being honorless. It is in being weak honorless curs!” 

Seeing as they didn’t have an option, they jumped out of the forest and engaged the convoy guards. 

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Sungakure ninjas… didn’t. 

They chose to slow down and follow the convoy when the fighting broke out. 

Go and his ROOT ninjas couldn’t have that, and so they ambushed the Sunakgakure ninjas. 

It almost worked… if they didn’t have a particularly good Earth attribute jounin sensing their tiniest of footsteps on the trees.

Trees fell as wind blades sliced through the jungle canopies. Fireballs exploded on the ground. Smoke began to cover the ground and air as exploded dirt came raining down. 

Sweaty men and women roared as they fought with kunais, tantos, and katanas. 

Someone screamed as they got pulled under the earth.

Another gurgled as their neck sliced open. 

And finally, a burst of fire took out the final Suna-nin.

Go looked around. 

One of his had died to take out all of Suna’s ninjas. 

Unacceptable. 

Unfortunately for him, their fight had been loud and in the air. Even if the nobles didn’t hear them, the samurai would have surely heard them. 

Even if the samurais won against Kiri ninjas, Go needed to strike them now while they were weak. 

So he gestured toward the Fire Court convoy.

“Kill.”

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Kan hummed as he watched the samurai put down the last of the Kirigakure ninjas. 

Remarkably, Kirigakure had sent rank amateurs! Not a single one of his bushis had been killed! 

Well, a few got close but the armor held. 

Once again, this bout showed to Kan that ninjas were inferior to samurais. Ninjas might spout all sorts of things about their techniques, but in a frontal confrontation, samurais will always -.

One of his samurais jumped up and caught something before it pierced his neck.

“Good catch,” Kan noted, and his samurai grunted in acknowledgement. 

He let that go. They were in a battle of life or death, after all! 

What came out of the forest behind them… was a mixed group of missing-nin.

Right.

“Missing-nin,” huh? A group of missing-nin that didn’t have any non-ninja servant to rape or serve as body shield? And also have such a unified consistency of fire attribute chakras? 

“Kill them,” Kan ordered, and his samurais immediately acted. 

A few flew forward with their chakra weapons while the rest stayed behind to protect him, their master. These samurais drew their bows instead.

The ninjas chose to focus on the samurais who jumped toward them, but the other samurais loosed their arrows.

Between splitting their focus between the samurais and arrows, one of them fell.

And turned into a log. 

Kan sighed. 

“So predictable,” he muttered before he closed his fan… and swept it behind him with such blistering speed that the air cracked. 

Someone gurgled behind him, and fell backward. 

Kan glanced over his massive shoulders. 

“We Tokudaiji are all required to learn how to fight and aren’t allowed to stop training, Konoha-nin,” he teased. 

“We know.”

His eyes widened and he whirled back to face the front just in time to see another ninja coming for him in a gap in his samurai’s defense: the air. 

The samurais turned to react but they were too slow. 

Kan… rolled to the side with a speed he knew no one expected from an obese man.

The ninja’s eyes widened, too, and his samurais used this chance to plunge their blades into the ninja. He went down gurgling. 

Someone screamed from further ahead, and Kan looked up. He let out a sigh when he saw that two samurais had fallen to the treacherous ninjas’ assaults while the archer samurais had been busy with the two near him.

“Dear me,” he huffed as he flicked the blood off of his fan and faced forward. “It seems we are now at an impasse.”

There was a pause. 

A heavy silence that seeped into their very pores with tension. 

Then the tension broke and the road broke out into a cacophony of violence.