“True, I think I’ve got a few things to train you on... hold on,” said Kakashi as he looked down the road. He brought his right hand to his forehead, shielding his non-Sharingan eye from the sun so he could see more clearly. Up ahead, he could make out some brunette girl in a very pretty and likely expensive dress. This girl with a seemingly princess-like appearance was chained along the trunk of a thick tree, obviously against her will. There were unshed tears shimmering in her expressive brown eyes; the girl held there against her will.
“Oh, oh woe is me...” the girl hiccupped, sniffling and appearing to be in abject misery. “Oh, is there no ninja hero to save me from this horrible fate? No ninja hero to take me back home to my castle and servants and lots and lots of money for a reward?” she cooed out loud enough that Kakashi was pretty sure people could hear her up to a half-mile away.
Before the famed Copy-Nin of Konoha could warn his students about the possibility of this being a set-up, it was his lone student not gifted by a traveling chaos god that spoke up. “You have GOT to be kidding me,” Sasuke grumbled irritably. “Could this be more of an obvious trap?”
Feeling pumped up at the prospect of saving an actual princess—and therefore completely ignoring the Uchiha—Naruto valiantly declared, “We gotta rescue her!”
“SHANNARO!” was Sakura's war-cry and she smacked Naruto atop of the head. She couldn’t help but smile as he tumbled over; the increased height and strength—even if only minimally more in her human form—really worked to her advantage when it came to knocking some sense into the blond idiot. “Damn it, Naruto! Didn’t you hear a thing Sasuke said?”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, Naruto did his best to stay focused on the woman standing above him. “...Wow... two Sakuras... when did you learn the Kage Bunshin? That’s my signature technique; believe it!” It was best he focused on the fact he was seeing double. If he mentioned that he could stare up those skirts due to the angle, a lot worse would have befallen him.
Placing a hand on the pink-tressed girl’s shoulder, a sigh managed to penetrate past the cloth mask adorning the Jounin’s face. “Sakura... remember: he’s the Child of Prophesy. I doubt a traveling god that actually does something would appreciate you using the gift he bestowed upon you to help Naruto being used to hurt him instead.”
“But... Kakashi-sensei...” the pinkette whined as she reached an arm out, motioning to the girl chained to the tree. “Obvious trap is obvious!”
Tazuna harrumphed as he nodded his head. “I have to admit, the girl has a point. I may not be a ninja but even I can feel something is very off about this situation. For one thing, there are no princesses around here. If there were, I’m sure Gato’s men would have done far worse than chain her to some tree. Second, it is FAR too early in the day to deal with this bullshit. Let’s head back and go around; as long as we make it to Wave we’ll be fine...” he sighed as he looked at his bottle of hooch. “And I'm almost out, too... oh the sacrifices one makes to free his country and people!”
“Wow!” cried Naruto. “There’s two princesses now! We have to save them!”
Sighing, Kakashi turned towards Sakura again. “Remember when I told you to stop hitting him?”
“...No,” Sakura blinked.
“...I’m pretty sure I did.”
“Not to any recollection we have,” Sasuke replied.
That made the tall girl with pink hair smile beatifically. “Thank you, Sasuke-kun!” chirped Sakura with a most happy coo.
The boy with hair similar to a duck’s rear then added, “Although I do believe she has used her gift to actually make the Dobe even dumber.”
“Sasuke-kun!” the girl cried out; her face becoming flush with embarrassment. “Why must you say such things? You know Naruto had it coming!”
“Oh, I’m not saying he didn’t have it coming,” the—arguably—last loyal Uchiha replied to his female teammate. “However, there was a big black, golden-eyed cloud that did mention him being pivotal to the continued existence of all reality...” he sighed. “And seriously, WHY are Naruto and you so important that you both got gifts from the gods and I got neither jack nor shit?"
Bringing his hand down to the boy’s head, Kakashi ruffled his hair; much to Sasuke’s ire. “Now, now Sasuke... remember, you will eventually attain the Sharingan. That is quite a powerful Kekkei Genkai in and of itself.”
“But the Dobe got TWO and even Sakura got a brand new one...” the boy frowned, reminding Kakashi of a petulant child for a moment... and ironically reminding the Scarecrow of the Leaf much of himself when he was a petulant brat under Minato’s care.
“...Hello!” the supposed princess cried out. “I could still use the help of a ninja hero!”
“Hold on there, honey,” Sakura called out. “We’re talking here!” she then turned her attention back to the team’s Jounin. “And he does have a point, Kakashi-sensei,” she continued, as Naruto stood up, swaying from side-to-side as if drunk. “Wouldn’t it have worked out better if Sasuke-kun got something as well?”
“Hmm, perhaps,” the son of the White Fang admitted. “Of course, if this was so important, why didn’t you bring it up to said god before he left us?”
“And you call yourself a dedicated fangirl,” Tazuna snorted, before blinking. Damn! His brain cells were sobering up! If this continued, he might soon realize how much shit he was actually in!
The young woman had the decency to blush. “The god wanted to make me into a Slug Girl! A SLUG GIRL! At that point, I was more worried about my safety! I had to do something to make sure I would still be useful yet not end up... er... slimy...” she shuddered at the memories of that and other various forms he put her through.
“Slug girls aren’t a bad thing,” Kakashi replied calmly. “Heck, I’m pretty sure it would have gotten you a guaranteed internship with Tsunade Senju back in the day.”
That bit of news made the werepanthress in human form perk up. “Tsunade Senju? One of the Legendary Sannin?”
“Slug Sannin to be precise...” the white-tressed Jounin replied as he nonchalantly lifted his hia-te up while stroking some fingers through his hair. This was obviously a trap, so best to see where they were going to be attacked from before their enemies realized he was truly onto them. “I’m sure she would have had some interest... or at least offered up the Slug Contract for you to sign. Unfortunately, last I heard she’d become a horrendous raging alcoholic...”
Glaring at the ninja, the Bridge Builder of Wave was quick to comment, “Nothing wrong with alcoholism! Got me through my first five years of marriage!”
“What about after that?” Sasuke asked.
“…Not sure, kind of a blur,” he muttered, idly scratching his chin.
“I must save the princesses!” Naruto proclaimed, finally managing to stand up straight and barely sway, as his concussion was being healed thanks in part to being an Uzumaki, being a Jinchuuriki, now having a stronger Senju heritage, and sheer force of ADHD will.
He was promptly ignored as they others kept arguing amongst themselves. “Besides, Sensei; why didn’t you stand up for Sasuke-kun?”
“...” went Sasuke.
“...” went the Bridge Builder.
“...Hey! He could have picked then to give a damn!” Sakura backpedaled.
As the pinkette continued to argue with her team and their client, the blond Genin managed to make his way along the length of the forest path and up to the ‘princess’. “Don’t worry, Lady! Naruto Uzumaki, future Hokage is here to save you!” he cried as he grabbed hold of the chains...
...Only to have them snap off the girl and tie around him all of a sudden. “Wuh-what the HEY!?” he yelped as he fell over from the sudden weight, restriction of movement, and the remaining vestiges of a concussion.
Coming down to gracefully land on her feet, the girl smiled as she bowed her head. “Oh thank you for the assistance young man. But now you can help my Master and I even more!”
“Right!” came a gruff voice as person appeared with a shunshin. Decked in the hia-te, camouflage arm and leg warmers, grey pants, and boots of a Kiri Jounin—along with numerous bandages—the man looked down at Naruto. Despite the fact the blond couldn't see his face, the boy could tell the man was absolutely grinning. “Well done, Haku. I always wanted a Child of Prophecy!”
“...”
“What?” growled the Missing Mist-Nin.
“I have warned you about saying such things where anyone can here you, Zaubsa-sama,” Haku stated firmly.
The Nuke-Nin huffed. “There was nothing dirty about what I stated...” his eyes narrowed. “And besides, it isn’t like we’re going to leave any survivors to tell anyone!”
The brunette in the dress shook ‘her’ head. “You can’t keep doing that, Zabusa-sama. The Orochimaru rumors will start up again.”
“So, you were a fake princess!” Naruto yelled. “You must be here to distract me from saving the real princess!”
Blinking, the two foreign ninja just stared at the downed Leaf Genin. Then as one, they turned to look back at each other. “Haku, did you put something on those chains again?”
“No, Zabuza-sama...” said ‘girl’ replied. “They’re still the same chains with fuuinjutsu for enhanced tactile strength and quick reaction. Haven’t needed them since we last left Kiri but I’m glad I held onto them.”
Nodding his head, the Kiri Jounin leaned over and brought a hand down, gripping the chains. He then effortlessly lifted the kid up as he stood, bringing the blond boy to eye level. “Doesn’t look like much... but I know he’s the kid that god was talking about...” he looked over at his protégé. “And will you take that dress off already!?”
The apprentice to the Nuke-Nin pouted. “But it makes me feel pretty!”
That made the Master of the Silent Killing Techniques twitched. “...I swear, once this is over, we’re taking you to a brothel.”
That perked the brunette up considerably. “So I can learn more make-up tips?”
“...I seriously worry about you sometimes, Haku...”
Hearing the comment about making this poor, defenseless princess go to a brothel was more tha enough to raise the Jinchuuriki’s ire. “How dare you try to do that to an innocent, young princess!?” Naruto bellowed angrily.
“Why don’t you say such nice things about me anymore, Zabuza-sama?” Haku asked.
“...Really, are we going to get into this now?” Zabuza sighed.
“I shall not allow you to befoul her innocence!” Naruto proclaimed. “I call upon my friends in the forest to assist me!”
Zabuza stared. “I remember when I used to be surrounded with insane killers; I felt safer then—HEY!” he yelled, barely dodging a branch that had tried to pierce him.
“I apologize, Zabuza-sama!” called out Haku, as a tree tried to grab ‘her’. “I was not aware Treant lived in Wave.”
The boy blinked his eyes once, twice; surprised the maiden was evading. “Hey! Don’t worry, Princess! No need to dodge the branches! I think I’m controlling them to protect you and—GRRK!” the boy gasped as Zabuza pulled tightly on the chains, making it that much more difficult for him to breath.
“I swear,” the Missing-Nin grumbled in annoyance. “If I wasn’t positive that he had been chosen by a god as a child who could change fate, I’d have just killed them all a half hour ago...” he grumbled as he shook the boy, trying to break his concentration. “Haku! We’re leaving!”
Nodding his head, the last natural possessor of the Hyoton replied, “Yes, Zabuza-sama.” And like that, both disappeared without a trace...
...And just like that, a black cloud appeared in the sky, a golden eye with a feline-esque slit pupil glared down at the quartet still arguing.
“Twenty-four minutes and fifty-six seconds... twenty-four minutes and fifty-six seconds...” a voice echoed from the heavens. “It took you twenty-four minutes and fifty-six seconds to screw the pooch on this! Gotta say, I’m kind of impressed you all failed so miserably...”
“Huh?” asked Kakashi, looking at the cloud. “You say something?”
“...Dude, you are a Grade-A Asshole.”
Kakashi just blinked his visible eye. “My, that’s not what Gai says when I respond like that... are you under some stress, oh ancient god?”
“...Did you not just witness one of your students being kidnapped by a rebel Mist Swordsman and an apprentice I am hard pressed to determine the actual gender of?”
The Jounin considered that for a moment. “...Actually, no; we were discussing why Sasuke didn’t get a magical upgrade as well.”
“...I’m changing your rating to Grade-AAA.”
Surprisingly, Kakashi didn’t seem offended by the insult. “Oh, relax... I remember what you told me last night. That was Haku, right? That’s the person he needs to teach him how to control the Hyoton. So all it going according to plan, right?”
Both Sasuke and Sakura looked up at their sensei, shock apparent on their features. “Wait! You were in contact with this god last NIGHT!?”
“At the Shrine, yes,” the ninja replied, crossing his arms over his chest as he nodded his head. “And now that he has made contact with Haku, he’ll be able to get the boy off this dark path and both will be better for the meeting.”
“That would normally be the case, yes...” the disembodied voice of Toltirr admitted. “However, normally the two meet when Zaubuza Momochi is NOT around to influence the Hyoton user’s actions. And usually, Naruto is NOT kidnapped... before even getting to learn tree-climbing, anyway...”
“Wait,” Sasuke spoke up, turning his attention to his group’s sensei. “You were going to teach us tree climbing? Why would we need to learn to climb trees?”
“...Yea~aaaah... I think I’m gonna need more help than this. Mind me going to get you some back-up while you at least TRY and track the Demon of the Mist down? Or at the very least get Drunkass McLiarpants back to his village? He has a grandson you’re just going to LOVE!”
“...That does not fill me with confidence, oh Chaos God...” Kakashi then blinked as the cloud closed up. “Chaos God? God-sama?” he queried as the cloud changed back to white. A sweat-drop slid down the side of his head. “Oh bother... come on, troops. We’ve got to go track down Naruto.”
The hairs on the back of his next standing, Hiruzen looked about his office. He even went so far as to push his chair back and stand up, senses honed from numerous Ninja Wars and decades on the battlefield keeping him a sharp as ever, despite his advanced age.
“...Hokage-sama?” Kurenei queried as she stared at the obviously irate leader of her village. “Is something the matter?” She had been giving the mission report of Team Eight’s Border Patrol C-Rank when the old man was suddenly acting like he was back on the attack.
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong!” a voice boomed in the room, making the young Hyuuga Heiress ‘eep’ and try to duck into her coat while Akamaru whined and pushed himself down further onto his owners scalp. “Kakashi Hatake is a Grade-AAA Asshole!”
“...You all heard that, right?” Sarutobi asked. Like hell he was going to let dementia hit him while he was still in office!
Kurenai pulled out a kunai, looking around. “Genjutsu?”
The Hokage raised an eyebrow; questioning both the woman’s statement and why none of his ANBU had reacted yet. “...To tell us something about Kakashi?” asked Sarutobi.
“Perhaps they are trying to reduce resistance by using a positive genjutsu, something we would never suspect or know how to defend against,” Kurenai offered.
Sarutobi blinked his eyes, before grabbing his pipe, trying to look like he wasn’t about to cut someone. “Any idea why we are just now realizing a very useful battle tactic that hasn’t seemed to ever been explored?”
“Probably the same reason you never realized you could cut down your time on paperwork by making two, three or even four Kage Bunshin. You’d remember all the legal mumbo-jumbo after you’d dispelled them and have four people working on signatures...”
“...And any idea why we are just now realizing a very useful battle tactic that hasn't seemed to ever been explored!?” the Hokage repeated, feeling growing ire as he was proverbially bitch-slapped by something so damned obvious now that he thought about it!
“Because,” the disembodied voice stated firmly. “That much writing will turn anyone’s brain to mush. Now please, Hokage-sama. Look up.”
His nerves steeled, the old man tilted his head back and looked up, as did Kurenai and her students. The fact that Shino raised an eyebrow spoke volumes louder than anything that came out of the mouths of the other fours.
The golden eye that seemed to make up the entirety of the ceiling stared back. “Oh, don’t mind me! I’m just your everyday travelling god of chaos; merely passing through and offering help before I leave you all to your lives and personal vices... just wanted to let you know Kakashi has pretty much doomed your world at this point as he allowed the Child of Prophecy to fall into the hands of an A-Rank Nuke-Nin.”
“...” went Sarutobi, before looking down at his pipe, then back to his bag of tobacco to sniff it.
“No, you are not high right now, Old Man; but do some quick fixing and I promise you some stuff that would make the Sage of the Six Paths and the Juubi be too passive to fight ever again,” the eyeball entity offered.
“...Agreed,” Sarutobi quickly replied. “But I’ll need more information than a Child of Prophecy and Kakashi fucking up.”
Considering that for a moment, Kurenai nodded slowly. Yes... that actually did cover a lot of possible situations.
“Kakashi has allowed a severely under-prepared Naruto to be kidnapped by a missing ninja who will use the boy for unholy purposes,” the God stated simply.
“...Orochimaru?” asked Hiruzen in a serious tone.
“...Okay, I can see now I truly have to spell things out to everyone on this planet. The fact you all still survive is either a testament to your luck, or you breed faster than cockroaches.”
“...” glared the offended Shino.
”The point,” the voice from the Golden Eye that was emblazoned across the domed ceiling managed to portray in an annoyed tone. ”Is that Genin Naruto Uzumaki is the Child of Prophecy. He is the one who will bring peace to the Ninja World... if he manages to survive!” the disembodied voice of Toltirr snapped irritably. ”And right now, he is in the clutches of A-Rank Kirigakure Nuke-Nin Jounin Zabuza Momochi, the infamous Demon of the Bloody Mist; one of the famed Seven Swordsmen of the Mist and wielder of the Kubikiriboucho. He knows that Naruto is the Child of Prophecy and hopes to use his power to overthrow the Yondaime Mizukage Yagura... who, may I add is also the Jinchuuriki of the Sanbi and under the direct control of the Akatsuki!”
“...Jinchuuriki? Sanbi? Akatsuki?” Kiba queried as he brought a hand to the side of his head, scratching it in confusion.
“Things that are above your pay-grade and are best left forgotten for now,” the voice of Toltirr was quick to reply.
“But...” Hinata managed to speak up, reminding everyone that she was actually there. “Wuh-why would he kidnap Naruto-kun? I-I know you said he was the Child of Prophecy, but how would they even know?”
“...It’s because a plot of Kakashi’s to empower his student and gain a natural-born Hyoton-user to their side to be one of Naruto’s teachers has backfired in a most SPECTACULAR FASHION!” the voice griped. “Which lead to Zabuza not only hearing about Naruto being the hope of the future, but the fact he has the Kekkei Genkei of both the Hyoton and the Mokuton!”
Sarutobi gasped, releasing a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “The Mokuton? NARUTO!?”
“...Yeah... I may or may not have had a hand in unlocking the boy’s potential to the fullest... I mean, it's not like he isn't genetically related to the clan: the Shodaime was banging an Uzumaki every day! Hell, twice a day WELL into his twilight years when he wasn’t fighting enemy ninja and Bijuu.”
Blushing considerably, the Hyuuga Heiress couldn't help but squeak in embarrassment as she thought about the blond boy having such stamina.
Sarutobi opened his mouth several times, trying to find something—anything—to say... and failed. Letting out a huff of air, he leaned back in his chair and began to rub his forehead. “Okay, there were two things wrong with your original plan.”
The golden eye seemed to roll, as if annoyed.
“First of all, you gave Naruto—the Number-One Most Surprising Ninja of the Leaf—an assortment of abilities without any training.”
“And the second?”
“You trusted Kakashi to be responsible,” Sarutobi drawled out.
“But you gave him a trio of teens to be responsible for,” replied the god in an equally bland tone. “Which of us made the bigger mistake first?”
The Sandaime opened his mouth... only the pause. He opened it again, a finger raised a he prepped himself to present the being claiming to be a god a speech of righteous indignation.
As nothing was forthcoming, the Hokage merely lowered his arm and collapsed back into his seat. “Okay, point made. So why did you choose to reveal this to me when, as you can see, I have a teacher and her team of Genin here who obviously should not be part of such proceedings? This is sensitive material you’re spouting about!”
“Oh, come on! I’m not doing anything THAT outrageous. It’s not like I’m spouting on about how he’s the legitimate son of the Yondaime Hokage...”
“A JOKE!” Sarutobi quickly snapped as Kiba and Kurenai’s eyes dilated to pin-pricks; he was pretty sure Shino’s were behind those sunglasses of his as well... no clue if the Hyuuga’s could do anything. “HE’S JOKING!!”
“Well, I do admit I AM a bit of a prankster God,” the disembodied voice of Toltirr admitted, allowing the Hokage to save some face and show that he could easily make things go FUBAR if needed. “But what I say now is no joke. The Child of Prophecy is in danger and he needs an ally. HINATA HYUUGA!”
“Eep!”
”...Please stop that...”
“S-sorry, kami-sama...” the girl managed to reply, her face etched with worry for Naruto.
“Never mind. The point is, I am in a giving mood and seek to give you the powers you need to protect he whom you would willingly give your heart: Naruto Uzumaki!”
“EEP!!” the girl shrieked out; although in the back of her mind, she wondered why she hadn’t fainted when the self-proclaimed god said that.
“Now, before my powers fade from their overuse of keeping you awake and not passed out from embarrassment—”
“Sorry,” Hinata whimpered.
“...Anyway, I now come to you to fix the stupidity of those in power.”
Not even trying to suppress a snort, the Hokage shrugged. “Good luck! I’ve been trying to overrule the Council and such for years.”
“...Did you ever think of just point-blank executions, like what happened to the Uchiha?”
“...How many would that leave in the village?” the Hokage asked, before looking at the other ninja in the room. “And he was kidding on the Uchiha mark...” his eyes narrowed. “And if you spread that he wasn’t, Auntie Anko gets some new playthings.”
“We heard nothing, Hokage-sama,” Shino responded, adjusting his glasses. “Even Kiba has stayed quiet.”
“...Say what now?” asked the Dog-nin asked, finally coming to terms that they were talking to a supposedly Celestial Entity.
“Anyway, Hinata, if I’m to help you there are things you need to know... I gave Sakura Haruno a special Kekkei Genkai based on something from another world, where an artist named Fred Perry wrote about several races of were-creatures: slave races created by an ancient jutsu master who later stabbed his ass dead and gained their freedom. These enhanced humans had a number of animal traits, which gave them some inherent superior abilities. I found several realities with variants of these that lacked the infective qualities and instead spread by being dominant genetically, making them a true Kekkei Genkai.”
“Oh... okay...” she started twiddling her fingers. “But will it...”
“No. It won’t overwrite the Byakugan. So no worries there,” Toltirr assured the girl. “So no chance of your father throwing a fit and thus, throwing you out.”
“...Oh...” the girl said slowly, sounding a little upset at that revelation. “That’s... good I suppose. But how will this affect me?”
Toltirr’s voice then sounded quite cheery. “Well, I’m glad you asked. These are your current stats on a five point scale to give you a general idea of where you stand...”
*Poof*!
[Hinata Hyuuga]
[Ninjutsu:1.5, Taijutsu:2.5, Genjutsu:1, Intelligence:2.5, Strength:1, Speed:2, Stamina:1.5, Hand Seals:2.]
Everyone blinked as they looked up at the golden text seemingly floating in midair. Curious as to what this really meant.
“Now, let’s look at you if you decide to take on the exact same Kekkei Genkai as Sakura Haruno.
*Poof*!
[Werepanthress Hinata Hyuuga]
[Ninjutsu:2, Taijutsu:3, Genjutsu:0.5, Intelligence:3, Strength:3, Speed:2.5, Stamina:3, Hand Seals:1.5.]
“Oh my, that’s...” the Hyuuga Heiress trailed off, blinking her bright white eyes. She brought her hands up, staring at them in confusion. “Why am I purple?”
“Mainly to avoid some inter-multiversal copyright laws, some of a bit to define the changes while making sure you can still feel you are you,” the disembodied voice explained. “Because... well, let’s face it! If the only thing linking you to your former life was a set of eyes, you might go insane, slaughtering anything and everything around you, until you were either put down as a mad animal, killed any whom got in your way, or were made the Kage of Hidden Mist.”
“...Oh,” Hinata muttered.
“A girl of few words and a great heart... yes, you shall do perfectly.” Toltirr replied happily. “After all, with a loud-mouth like Naruto, he’s going to need someone to help balance him out...”It was then a mischievous tone overtook the voice of the ‘traveling god’. “Of course, this isn't the only possibility. Instead of being a panther, you could be an animal that represents Konoha greatly and be a lovely weretigress! Observe!”
*Poof*!
[Weretigress Hinata Hyuuga]
[Ninjutsu:1.5, Taijutsu:3, Genjutsu:0.5, Intelligence:2.5, Strength:3.5, Speed:2.5, Stamina:3, Hand Seals:1.5.]
“The stats changed again...” Kiba replied as he looked at the third set of statistics that showed up, noting she was a bit stronger in this mode than the panther one—which now included a full body image of Hinata as an animal woman.
Peering over her hands again, the Hyuuga woman’s feline ears twitched. “...And now my hands are orange with purple stripes,” Hinata intoned as she looked them over curiously.
“And what is Naruto’s favorite color?”
“EEP!” the girl squeaked; her jacket noticeably straining with the bounce.
Kurenai noticed the sudden gainax from the movement and then glared up at the eye that proclaimed itself of divine origin.
Toltirr merely stared back. “Hey! Don’t blame that one on me! She’s the one with the Hyuuga Bloodline! It’s having a synergetic effect! Honestly, if it wasn’t for the fact she’ll have regenerative abilities to heal her spine, I wouldn’t even be offering this form!”
“So she only gets two options?” Kiba asked.
“Well, I went with what she might prefer, given my all-seeing knowledge... and my databook...” he mumbled that last part. “But if you want more options she might turn down, to satisfy your strange need to try and help her decide which body SHE might prefer, then here’s all of ‘em!”
And like that, the two werecat images of Hinata were joined by a few others.
[Werecheetah Hinata Hyuuga]
[Werelioness Hinata Hyuuga]
[Snow Wereleopardess Hinata Hyuuga]
[Werejaguar Hinata Hyuuga]
[Werelynx Hinata Hyuuga]
“...They’re all cat-people!” Kiba yelled out in indignation; Akamaru annoyingly yapping in agreement.
“Yeah... so?”
“What about other species?” Kiba growled out. “What about dogs or wolves!?”
There was a long pause as Toltirr decided whether to strike the boy down or not. “...This is for her and Naruto; not your desire to bang a bitch in heat.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, the son of the Inuzuka Clan Head snorted in annoyance. “Yeesh! Some god you are! Acting like they’re meant for each other!”
A sound akin to a long-suffering sigh could be heard echoing about the room. “That’s because they are, mutt-face. It may not be written in the stars yet—as that only happens when two brilliantly shine as one—but trust me when I say that there’s a genuine connection that could lead to something beautiful between them...”
Looking over the various images, the currently purple-striped weretigress reached out to one of golden fur... with purple spots.
*Poof*!
[Werecheetah Hinata Hyuuga]
[Ninjutsu:1.5, Taijutsu:3, Genjutsu:0.5, Intelligence:2.5, Strength:2.5, Speed:5, Stamina:1, Hand Seals:2.]
“Oh my... the speed is THAT fast?” the girl queried, her tail swishing back and forth.
“Yes. The cheetah IS the fastest land animal... however, notice the stamina. It’s worse than your base form at the moment. You could go incredibly fast, incredibly far in a short time... but ONLY a short time before needing a rest... and if you’re going to last with an Uzumaki, you’re either going to need to raise it up or depend heavily on your healing abilities and speed to match his stamina!”
The girl blinked her eyes once, twice. “...I don’t get it.”
The groan that escaped the Hokage’s lips proved that he did. “Please stop trying to hook up my twelve-year-old ninja...”
“I wasn't aware cockroaches had a legal age requirement...”
“...”
“Shino, stop trying to kill a God with your mind,” Sarutobi commanded offhandedly before turning his attention back to the eye that currently made up the ceiling of his office. “And I mean it. Stop trying to goad Hinata into a relationship with Naruto.”
“EEP!” the girl squeaked as she realized what the Hokage was implying.
“...Honestly, keeping you conscious is taking more concentration and effort than it is to show you all this information and form changes...”
“S-sorry, kami-sama... sir...” the cheetah girl apologized, wishing she could hide in her clothes but found them merely fitting her just right rather than being oversized as she preferred.
“So she couldn’t train herself up?” asked Kurenai, looking over the forms with the appraising eye of someone at a clothing store. She assured herself that she was doing this to work out a possible new team dynamic, not because she found the idea of getting changed herself to be slightly enticing.
“She could,” Toltirr replied. “After all, none of those stats are set in stone. All they show now is how much she would change with her new physiology.”
“And the...” Kurenai started to say, wondering how to bring up what she wanted to, without sounding vulgar.
“Standard enhancement for all people as they change to a werecat. Usually, they are less gifted, depending on their diets. With a proper diet, you’d be surprised how... blessed they can be.”
Gulping, the Hyuuga Heiress queried. “And... you mean any one of these forms would allow me to help Naruto? Would I be able to catch up to him in time?”
“Depends on the form you choose,” the big glowing eye replied noncommittally. “But remember, they are your choice. Once you choose, that is it. You are then a lycan of that species for the rest of your life. So speak now or forever hold your peace...”
“Um... but...” she gnawed on her lower lip, trying to decide what to do.
Since time was somewhat of the essence, Toltirr was quick to offer, “Choose within the next minute and I will include my own special enhancement. You will have “Odour de Ichiraku’s” as your own personal scent.”
“...Odour de Ichiraku’s?” Kurenai questioned, not recognizing the name of such a perfume.
“She’d smell like ramen,” Toltirr deadpanned.
Eyes wide, Hinata looked over each of the offered werecats, her mind working at peak efficiency, as she went through positives, negatives, and images of her with her Naruto-kun.
“I... I choose…”
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