Can Pokemon into Naruto? 32 (Patreon)

Commissioned by Anthony Maxwell

Can Pokemon into Naruto?

Chapter 32

-VB-

Kan … was not always this fat. 

Once upon a time, he had been the darling of the court. 

Handsome. Young. Strong. 

And great in bed. If the repeat visits from his lady friends - unmarried, married, and widows a like - was an indication.

Ah, well. Their nightly visits had fallen aside since he’s gained weight… but they come to him during the day now with his illegitimates. 

Of course, he never sullied his bed with commoners. It wasn’t that they were filthy or anything like that; he’d seen samurai and nobles who were filthier than the servants in his clan who cleaned the ditches and outhouses.

Oh, he enjoyed the games at court, but that didn’t mean he had to also like the players! 

Oh no no…

In his own way, he enjoyed the simpler things in life. 

Food! Entertainment! Women! Money! 

And, on rare occasions, some real life combat to get his blood pumping. 

“HA!” he shouted as he sent a burst of pure chakra through his fan to wash away the filth this supposed missing-nin threw his way. The fan swept through the air and screeched like a hawk as the chakra funneled through it and then out into the air. The sweeping and slicing chakra met fiery chakra in the air… and cut right through it. 

The “Kiri missing-nin” ducked underneath the still slicing wave of chakra and ran toward him.

Kan merely took a step back … and then stomped. 

The ground shattered underneath his foot, and the ninja stumbled. He recovered almost in the same instant he stumbled, and Kan had to give the “missing-nin” for his quick recovery. 

BUT! 

There was a slice, and a scream to the side. 

Kan did not look and neither did the ninja.

He struck down and the ninja struck up with his tanto. 

Their weapons of choice clashed and rang. 

Then they clashed again.

As steel flashed, Kan felt alive.

Alive in a way that mere business transaction, carnal domination, or achievements could not match! 

To fight! 

To survive! 

He struck out with a kick, and grunted when the ninja burst into white smoke. His kick met a wooden log instead, and he whirled around just in time to plant his feet and jab with his left fist. 

His flabby arms didn’t so much as wobble as it compressed and burst out, lending weight to his fist. 

The ninja dodged out of the way… and the air behind him ruptured. 

With a cartwheel and then a jump back, the ninja put distance between them. 

“Ho ho ho…” Kan hummed. “It seems that you aren’t a mere genin or chunin! They would have died right there and then, trying to block my punch with their arms or weapons.”

“... I remember you now,” the ninja grunted. “Kan of the Six Flags.”

“Oh, shush! That’s not a nice title!” he groaned, not that he let his eyes move away from the ninja even while the battle still raged around them. 

Another scream, this time from behind him. 

“You fought in the Third Ninja War as a disguised samurai retinue of the Sarutobi Clan. At the Battle of Hosankai, you killed over ten squadrons of Kumo-nin with just three chunins, one genin, and one other samurai as your back-up.”

“That was almost over two decades ago,” Kan chortled. “I had fun.”

“Fun. Collecting the heads of the dead, pillaging Kumo nin base, and coming back home with the flags of various civilian, noble, and samurai clan flags and heraldry. You caused quite the stir.”

… Was that a hint of respect he heard in his voice? 

“Well, at the very least, you recognize who I am then.”

“Yes… despite your fat.”

“This is called the evidence of a good life!” 

“Uh huh.”

Then Kan felt something behind him.

He didn’t quite ignore it… but he kept it in his mind and prepared.

“Now,” the ninja grunted as he -.

Kan whirled around and punched. 

This time, the attack made contact. 

The ninja looked at him with wide eyes.

“Did you think I didn’t notice that you used chakra?” Kan asked with a snarl before he took a breath in and hurled the ninja away with a secondary air detonation. 

But not before the ninjas sliced at his fist with his tanto and fired a pair of spinning fireballs. 

Without even thinking about it, Kan pulled his fan up and formed a barrier of wind. The fire burst against it and he strained against the explosion and then the following implosion. There was another burst … this time of killing intent. It came from his side. 

He did not react to it, because he knew that ninjas sometimes used killing intent as a distraction. 

So he made it look like he was reacting. He slowly, as if he was tired, turned his body to the left and then whirled right back and struck with a downward open palm.

From the smoke from the explosion and implosion, the missing-nin came charging in with a kunai… and got flattened, Kan’s open hand smashing into his neck and back. 

And popped. 

Kan let out a groan. “This is why I don’t like fighting ninjas like you!” he snarled out and looked around the battlefield as the smoke cleared. 

Two had died: two ninjas. The rest, both ninjas and samurais, looked tired. Perhaps even on their last leg.

The only ones truly capable of fighting were him and the ninja he’d been facing. 

Well, that and his attendants, but none of them were combatants! 

Kan found the ninja; he’d gone back to regroup with his fellows. 

There was a burst of coded communication between them, silent and quick.

Then …

His eyes widened when the ninjas… ran away. 

His jaws dropped. 

“What?! We were just having a good time right then!” he whined before stomping his feet. It didn’t quite shatter the ground this time, but it still made the area rumble. Then he winced.

-VB-

Go hissed with slight pain as he and the survivors ran across the tree branches toward the south, doing their best to quickly leave behind the battlefield behind them.

He had made a mistake. 

He had underestimated his enemy. 

What should have been a quick execution ended up getting half of his squad killed. The plan was ruined, and there was now no chance for him and ROOT to gain the upper hand against a numerically and skillfully superior enemy. 

Which meant that he and his squad needed to complete their mission.

Kill the healer.