"Kree—!"
Shiro let out a sharp cry, its golden eyes burning with jealousy as it watched Samehada coil possessively around Yoru's body.
This was its privilege—being the only one allowed to nuzzle against its master. Now, this… this fish-blade abomination was stealing its spot!
It had tried to put the creature in its place, only to have its chakra drained effortlessly. Defeated and demoralized, Shiro let out a series of pitiful chirps—half-protest, half-plea.
Yoru chuckled, stroking the giant falcon's head. "Easy, Shiro. Samehada's part of the team now. You're the big brother—act like it."
At the word "big brother," Shiro immediately puffed up, its pride salvaged. The hostility in its gaze lessened—just a little.
Samehada, however, couldn't care less about rankings. It clung to Yoru like an overgrown, spike-covered leech, purring contentedly.
In terms of intelligence, Samehada—though sharper than most summoning beasts—was no match for Shiro, a high-tier familiar. But that was changing.
To Yoru's surprise, Samehada didn't just crave high-quality water-natured chakra—it adored the mysterious energy drawn from Wind Breathing.
This energy, laced with unknown elements, subtly enhanced Samehada's strength and intellect. The progress was slow, requiring steady accumulation over time, but the effects were undeniable.
After absorbing traces of it, Samehada's emotional responses grew clearer—even articulate. In fact, it was Samehada itself that confirmed the energy's benefits once it grew smarter.
No wonder it ditched Kisame.
Kisame had been a ruthless master—starving Samehada, overworking it, treating it as nothing more than a weapon. Yoru, on the other hand, nurtured it like a living companion.
The difference was night and day.
When Kisame fled, he'd forced Samehada to absorb chakra from multiple shadow clones—each holding about 0.25 "Kakashi units" of energy. Combined, it far exceeded a typical jōnin's reserves.
That was the final straw.
The moment Yoru reappeared, Samehada bolted from Kisame without hesitation.
Why?
Because Yoru's chakra wasn't just delicious—it was abundant.
Now, with an endless supply of food-based chakra (a bizarre but effective fusion of culinary energy and ninjutsu), Samehada was his. Permanently.
Not even Killer B or Kisame himself could sway its loyalty now.
Who else could offer such sweet, bottomless energy? And with the added bonus of intelligence-boosting properties?
Samehada might not be a genius, but it knew where its bread was buttered.
After gorging on Yoru's energy, its damaged spikes regenerated, its withered body plumping back to health.
Clearly, life under Kisame had been rough.
"Alright, Samehada—let's find you a snack."
Hoisting the squirming blade over his shoulder, Yoru mounted Shiro and returned to the Poison Gas Labyrinth, where they quickly located their target—a Fubuki clan kunoichi being hunted by Pakura.
"Lord Hoshigaki! I'm Yuki of the Fubuki! If you help me escape this trap, my clan will reward you handsomely!"
The kunoichi—Yuki—sprinted toward him, relief flooding her face.
"Watch out—behind you!"
Yoru (still disguised as Kisame) pointed past her, then swung Samehada in a vicious sneak attack.
Why fight fair when a single betrayal could end things?
Samehada wrapped around Yuki, draining her chakra in seconds. She collapsed, limp.
Yoru gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth open to check for poison capsules. Finding none, he shifted his grip to her throat, lifting her effortlessly.
"Playing the damsel in distress, Fubuki? Cute. But I don't fall for honey traps."
"I'm… male," Yuki choked out.
"…What?"
Yoru's grip slackened.
This gorgeous, delicate-featured kunoichi was… a man?!
"Bullshit."
Without hesitation, he yanked Yuki's belt loose—
And froze.
"…Oh."
His transformation flickered, the shock nearly breaking his focus.
"AHHH—!"
Yuki screamed, eyes squeezed shut.
"Uh—I mean—!" Yoru stammered, hastily reasserting his disguise. "You said you were a guy! How was I supposed to—?!"
"Just kill me," Yuki whimpered, his face burning crimson.
Yoru muttered under his breath, "This is all Haku's fault…"
Blaming the infamous cross-dressing Fubuki prodigy helped steady his shattered worldview.
Then—
"Umino Yoru! What the hell are you doing?!"
Pakura's voice cut through the air like a whip.
Yoru's blood ran cold.
Oh no.
She'd seen everything.
"This isn't what it looks like—!"
**"You disgusting—!"**
Four Scorch Release fireballs hurtled toward him.
Instead of dodging, Yoru tucked Yuki under one arm and swung Samehada, shredding the flames mid-air.
**"Pakura, listen—!"**
But her eyes were already alight with fury.
"I'll burn you to ash!"
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