CHAPTER FIFTY

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Y/N's P.O.V





"Yamato!" I called out as the man jumped ahead, "How far are we?" the terrain had turned to desolated desert from luscious greeneries, and very few birds would call out. The tiniest of movements underneath the ground seemed to vibrate loudly and our labored breaths, along with the slight tremors in tree branches, echoed to our ears, a constant companion that gave away our positions.

"According to the coordinates I received, we should be there in a few minutes"

"What were the orders?"

"Capture or kill" answered the man boldly, "there is no room for mercy and we are not letting those two escape. If we fail to gather intel, we are ordered to kill"

"Sensei never gave such direct orders before" Sakura seemed concerned.

"They have already shown how dangerous they can be. We cannot afford to lose another of our military generals. So, go all out"

"For once" I smirked at Yamato, "the orders aren't bad"

"Naruto"

"Hai!"

"Be careful" the brunette-haired sensei spoke calmly, "if they come in contact with you, they will try provoking you. Do not, under any circumstances, give in to the Kyubi. We need you in this fight"

"Don't worry" Naruto looked ahead, unexpectedly increasing his speed beyond our imagination causing all of us to chase after him. "This time" he created three shadow clones who immediately accumulated and changed the chakra at the palm of his hands, "I will make sure they pay us back! I am not losing to Sasuke" I bit my lips from saying something awful to the determined child.

What was this obsession with Sasuke? I understand that they were once friends but from all the stories Naruto told me, whatever he could remember, Sasuke seemed to be an egocentric child who constantly berated the poor kid, only to get jealous when Naruto finally progressed to the same position as him. How was that healthy? Sasuke had remained unsettled in team seven, Naruto failed to reveal the reason behind the trouble, but that was not good enough of an excuse to mistreat everyone. I started harnessing my own chakra as I sensed ominous presence ahead of us, while at the back of my mind, I recalled the onyx-eyed boy. Oneechan, his voice shuddered me with disgust... why did he call me his sister? What had caused disgust to course through my body soon turned quizzical. Why did he call me Oneechan? Not one person in team Kakashi looked confused when the rogue ninja addressed me with respect. There was a piece missing from the puzzle, an incomplete narration that failed to make sense. I never questioned the incident either, and father seemed to have no idea; perhaps, Naruto did. But if my brother knew him, why hadn't he ever talked about Sasuke being acquainted to me? Was Sasuke jealous that I was Naruto's sister? Was he trying to taunt my brother by calling me Oneechan? Or perhaps, he was trying to mock my presence. Orochimaru must have had taught him to trick my mind; that was the only plausible solution to this- I could never be sister to someone who wouldn't bat an eye before murdering their friends.

"Watch ahead!"

"I am ready!" Sakura answered to Sai as we all approached an open field.

"Wind Style: Rasengan!"

"Water Style: Ripping Torrent!"

"Kindan: Mahi Hossan No Jutsu! (Forbidden: Paralysis Attack Jutsu)" all three of us attacked at the same time as soon as our eyes found the perpetrators. While Naruto and Yamato massed their chakra to land a physical blow, my Kekkei Genkai was there to freeze our opponent. Our joint attacks gave enough time to free the three shinobis who were held hostage by the Akatsuki. Heavy gust blew against us and I spread my poison as far ahead as I could, ensuring that there was no escape for the poor man who would soon succumb to my power. It required much more chakra than I had determined, given that the land was barren and barely any moisture remained in the air due to the rigorous combat fought before our entrance. Still, I was confident at least one of them had been trapped under my Kekkei Genkai.

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