Whispers from Beyond
Dawn painted Konoha's Hokage office in soft gold, the air thick with tension as Naruto Uzumaki stood before Tsunade's desk, arms crossed, his orange jacket still dusted with forest grime from the recon mission. Sasuke leaned against the wall, Sharingan dormant but his gaze piercing. Sakura sat fidgeting, her fingers tapping a nervous rhythm, while Shikamaru slouched by the window, stifling a yawn. The rogue seal from Echo's kunai glinted on the desk, its sleek, futuristic curves a silent riddle nagging at them all.
Tsunade leaned forward, hazel eyes narrowing as Naruto wrapped up his report. "So, this 'Echo' knew Sansuke," he said, voice rough from a sleepless night. "Hit us with sound jutsu, same vibe as him and said 'time's watching.' She's part of whatever he was. That stash weapons, scrolls, glowing junk. They're planning something big."
"Sansuke again," Tsunade muttered, tapping the Uzumaki scroll beside the seal. "No record, like Gaara said, fake headband or stolen. But this…" She unrolled the scroll, its faded ink stark against yellowed parchment. "Dug it up after you left. Talks about 'future echoes', 'the blood walks again, shadows cast from tomorrow.' Mean anything now?"
Naruto frowned, scratching his head. "Still gibberish. But Echo, she knew me, like Sansuke. Someone's feeding 'em intel." He paused, Kurama's growl from last night echoing, "It's yours, but not now." "Kurama's been weird too, says their chakra's… off."
"Off how?" Sasuke cut in, tone sharp, eyes flicking to him.
"Like it's mine, but not," Naruto said, meeting his stare. "No clue what that's about."
Shikamaru straightened, holding the seal. "This doesn't help. Too advanced, not Akatsuki, not old clans. It's… new, somehow." He sighed. "Troublesome as hell."
Tsunade's jaw tightened. "Rogues with fancy tech and Sansuke's ghost, bigger than a grudge. I'm doubling patrols. You four train, dig deeper. We need answers." Her gaze lingered on Naruto, a smirk tugging her lips. "Don't slack, brat. You're leading this."
Naruto grinned, fierce. "Wouldn't dream of it, Grandma."
Dismissed, he headed to the training grounds, the scroll's words "shadows cast from tomorrow" gnawing at him. Hinata was there, mid-Gentle Fist kata, her lavender eyes catching his as he approached. Her gi clung to her curves, damp with sweat, her dark hair loose and wild from practice. "Naruto-kun," she said, smiling softly, her voice a balm. "You look… troubled."
"Yeah," he admitted, rubbing his neck. "Mission crap, rogues, Sansuke, weird scrolls. Spar with me? Need to shake it off."
She nodded, stepping into stance, and they clashed, her palms a blur of precision, his dodges raw but sharp. The rhythm steadied him, her chakra flaring against his, but her closeness... her scent, jasmine and sweat, stirred a deeper heat. Mid-move, she swept his legs, pinning him to the mat, her body flush against his, breasts pressing through her gi, her breath hot on his cheek. "You're distracted," she teased, voice low and sultry, lips grazing his ear.
Naruto's pulse raced, hands sliding to her hips, feeling the firm curve beneath her clothes. "Guess I am," he murmured, pulling her tighter. Her gi slipped open, revealing smooth, pale skin, her nipples hardening under the thin undershirt. He kissed her, slow and hungry, tongue tracing her lips until she parted them, moaning softly into his mouth. Her hands roamed his chest, tugging his jacket aside, nails grazing his scars.
"Let me help," she whispered, her shy facade melting into a quiet dominance that sent shivers down his spine. She slid down his body, her hair brushing his stomach, and unzipped his pants with trembling fingers, freeing his cock already thick and pulsing with need. "So big, Naruto-kun," she breathed, eyes wide, a flush creeping up her cheeks as she gripped him, stroking slow and firm.
"Fuck, Hinata...." he groaned, head tipping back as she leaned in, her tongue flicking the tip, tasting him with a tentative swirl. Then she took him deeper, lips stretching around his girth, her mouth hot and wet. She bobbed her head, slow at first, savoring every inch, her hands cupping his balls, rolling them gently. Naruto's hips twitched, a growl escaping as she picked up pace, sucking harder, her throat tightening with each thrust.
"More," he rasped, tangling a hand in her hair, guiding her. She obeyed, eyes watering as she took him to the hilt, gagging hard, her throat spasming around him, drool spilling down her chin. The sound, wet, desperate, drove him wild, his grip tightening as he fucked her mouth, her muffled moans vibrating against him. "Shit, you're so good," he panted, watching her gag again, tears streaking her flushed face, her Byakugan flickering faintly from the intensity.
She pulled back, gasping, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, then dove back in, relentless, sucking, licking, gagging until his balls tightened, the edge crashing close. "Hinata... gonna..." he warned, but she didn't stop, her eyes locking on his, pleading. He lost it, yanking free with a groan, stroking himself as thick ropes of cum erupted, splashing across her face, her open mouth, dripping down her cheeks and chin. She blinked, stunned, then licked her lips, a shy smile breaking through the mess.
"Wow," she whispered, wiping her face with a trembling hand, her voice hoarse. "You needed that."
Naruto laughed, breathless, pulling her up to kiss her, tasting himself on her lips. "Yeah, I did. You're amazing." They lay there, her head on his chest, the dojo quiet save for their ragged breaths. Her gi hung open, and he traced her curves, the moment tender but electric.
Later, cleaned up, Karui strode in, Cloud ninja, bold and brash, her dark skin gleaming, her smirk sharp. "Heard you're chasing rogues," she said, sizing him up. "Tsunade called me for backup. Ready for a real fight?"
Hinata glanced at Naruto, a playful spark in her eyes. "Why not both?" she suggested, and Karui's grin widened. "Oh, I like her. Count me in."
Dusk fell, the dojo emptying, and the threesome ignited, wild, chakra-charged, fierce. Karui took him first, shoving him down and mounting him, her pussy tight and hot as she rode him hard, nails raking his back. "Harder, hero," she growled, slamming down, her ass bouncing with each thrust. Hinata kissed her, fierce and sloppy, then guided a clone's cock into Karui from behind, DP chaos, their cries echoing. Naruto joined the real Hinata, fucking her slow and deep beside them, her moans blending with Karui's shouts. They came in a tangle—Karui loud, Hinata soft, Naruto spilling across them both, the air thick with sweat and lust.
"Damn," Karui panted, grinning. "Leaf's got game."
Hinata nuzzled Naruto, giggling. "He's worth it."
Naruto flopped back, laughing, the tension easing. He grabbed Jiraiya's book, scribbling: A storm of trust, two flames collide, desire drowns the shadows. Kurama's growl cut through, sharp. "Sansuke's chakra, it's yours, brat, but not now. Like hers, toofuture's creeping in."
Naruto froze, staring at the page. "Future?" he muttered, Hinata and Karui glancing over. "What's that?"
"Fox stuff," he said, forcing a grin, but Kurama's words sank deep, Sansuke, Echo, now this? He clutched the book, its weight heavier, Jiraiya's legacy pushing him toward a riddle he couldn't yet solve.