Chapter 515: Misunderstanding
Kushina's intense irritation was fundamentally not without a solid structural reason.
A single week ago, Kushina had discovered that the elderly couple residing next door was organizing a move, and she had proactively stepped over to supply a wave of manual labor to assist them...
Yet, by the very subsequent calendar day, a thoroughly unfamiliar face had moved into the neighboring plot—a scar-faced young man pushing a small mobile pastry-cart. Precisely because it constituted an entirely unfamiliar countenance, compounding the detail that he bore a prominent, jagged blade scar across his face, Kushina had naturally allocated a layer of specific surveillance to monitor his metrics. However, with the vast, fluid volume of floating population continuously entering and exiting Konoha, she didn't harbor an excessive amount of active concern.
Regrettably, subsequent to that development, whenever she escorted Tsukika to school, she continuously parsed out that the scar-faced youth was relentlessly pushing his little pastry-cart to track her exact coordinates, keeping his eyes silently and rigidly locked onto her form. The absolute fraction of a second her gaze snapped around to match his tracking, he would invariably manifest a highly 'bashful, self-conscious' demeanor, hurriedly retracting his vision...
This behavioral layout naturally generated a highly specific illusion within her cognitive processing, prompting her to actively pace straight over to address the youth: "Child, refrain from judging this Aunt's youthful appearance; in unvarnished truth, my authentic age parameters possess the clearance to comfortably function as your biological mother. Dedicate your absolute focus to selling your pastries properly; cease your campaigns to shadow this Aunt's tracks."
Upon receiving those words, the young man's face instantly flushed with absolute 'embarrassment', giving a relentless sequence of panicked nods to indicate he had thoroughly parsed the baseline directive. Yet, the absolute next time Kushina crossed her household gates, his presence seamlessly resumed its shadowing rotation...
Consequentially, Kushina treated this entire operational sequence like a premier comedy block, merrily sharing the chronicle straight to Minato's ears: "Meticulously appraise the metrics, dear; does it explicitly prove your wife's elegant allure remains fully operational?"
Minato subsequently stepped out of the estate to execute a highly detailed, clinical surveillance grid to audit this suspected 'romantic competitor' for a prolonged duration. Navigating back inside the house, he delivered a silent, low syllable of prose: "Kushina, deploy your sensory parameters to their absolute maximum threshold, and subsequently re-examine his matrix."
"...He operates strictly as an ordinary civilian commoner; my tracking already verified those metrics ages ago."
"Dial your sensory tracking straight to its absolute peak vertex."
Unleashing her Nine-Tails Chakra Mode, Kushina meticulously filtered the environmental metrics, finally locking onto an astronomically colossal, hidden reservoir of raw chakra coiled deep within the scar-faced youth's matrix—a density that closely mirrored her very own baseline. Throughout the historical annals of Konoha, an individual commanding a raw chakra repository of this titanic scale could strictly map to a single entity—Itachi Senju!
At that exact fraction of a second, Kushina's entire face flushed an absolute, blistering crimson. Forcing her psychological alignment to restore its stability after an immense duration, she marched back outside to confront Itachi deadpan: "That's quite enough of your execution, Itachi. Cease masquerading as a starry-eyed youth who actively harbors a secret crush targeting this Aunt's presence. Obito was the specific entity who mandated your deployment to these coordinates, correct? Evaluating the unvarnished reality that he launched this operation out of pure, protective goodwill, I shall completely refrain from launching retributive calculations against his wing. Moving past that, command your forces to assign a fraction of the surveillance grid to safeguard Tsukika's safety parameters."
Ever since the active intelligence detailing Yahiko being subjected to a high-powered 'memory-altering ambush' under the Dark Akatsuki Patriarch's hands had rippled across the global networks, Kushina had concurrently harbored a distinct trace of visceral urgency deep within her heart matrix. She and Minato harbored zero fear targeting an ambush, yet she was monumentally terrified that the adversaries might systematically target Tsukika to operate as an exploitable structural breakthrough point. Consequentially, she flatly declined to push back against Obito's deployment to assign Itachi to shield their estate.
Exactly who could have calculated that she would decline to push back, and furthermore proactively request that Obito assign operatives to safeguard Tsukika's parameters—prompting Obito to 'take a mile when given an inch'. Sequentially marching forward drop by drop, the absolute entirety of the street block housing her family estate was completely stripped of a single ordinary civilian commoner.
Under Minato's continuous, calming counsel, Kushina had suppressed her internal friction time and time again, mentally chanting to herself that this execution was strictly to optimize Tsukika's long-term safety parameters. So what if her school runs were systematically shadowed by a pastry-flipping youth from behind, flanked concurrently by two elderly grandpas locked in a shogi match, and anchored by an old grandma swept the dirt...
Yet, at the absolute break of morning light today, Kushina's internal capacity to tolerate the parameters was completely and thoroughly pulverized! Having Konoha shinobi deploy a global security shield to blanket her estate was a fraction acceptable, but what on earth were the Third Tsuchikage and Deidara representing the Hidden Stone doing setting up commercial booths along her street? If the shinobi representing alternative sovereign nations continuously touched down to set up grids, she harbored intense anxiety that the neighboring street blocks would concurrently lose every single ordinary civilian commoner...
Concluding her comprehensive briefing—specifically highlighting the monumental, awkward misunderstanding she had unleashed targeting Itachi's presence—Ryo's physical reaction mapped out precisely as follows.
"Hahahahahahahahahahaha—hiccup..."
Naruto's reaction flawlessly mirrored the template outlined above.
Kushina's dual eyes violently snapped wide open, her vibrant, fiery-red hair strands wildly fluttering through the air as if erupting into an active blaze: "Great-Great-Grandpa, do you genuinely grade this chronicle as monumentally humorous?! Mmm? Naruto!"
Ryo smoothly reabsorbed his smiling face in a micro-second: "Mmm, this specific execution explicitly proves Obito has pushed the parameters far too drastically over the line; the Great-Great-Grandpa shall march straight out to administer a severe physical thrashing to handle his metrics!"
Delivering those words, Ryo pushed open the front doors to step out of the estate. The absolute fraction of a second the door panel sealed behind his flank, he violently erupted back into a state of absolute, unbridled mania, fundamentally losing the capacity to suppress his laughter...
Kushina: "..."
Lacking the absolute leverage to handle this specific Great-Great-Grandpa, Kushina's fierce, tiger-like glare locked with laser-sharp precision straight onto Naruto's frame.
Naruto's posture given a sudden, panicked standstill: "Mom, Dad, my cultivation rotation has officially locked down an absolute success! Hahahahahaha..."
Kushina: "..."
This child... is his cognitive processing genuinely radiating pure joy because his cultivation achieved success, or is he explicitly deploying a mocking laugh to target my execution?
Out along the street blocks, Ryo fell into brief, focused calculation, lifting his voice to deliver a resonant command: "Itachi, Ohnoki, Deidara remain stationed on your coordinates; every single alternative operative, completely disperse your formations!"
"Understood, Old Ancestor!"
The absolute entirety of the bustling street block was completely emptied into absolute vacancy in a single fraction of a second. The pastry-flipping, scar-faced youth Itachi cast a thoroughly innocent, wide-eyed look straight toward Ryo's position, wondering exactly why his vessel was structurally forbidden from executing a departure.
"Itachi, your primary mission parameters remain completely unchanged, however, pivot the absolute core of your surveillance grid to securely lock onto Tsukika's safety parameters!"
"The directive has been cleanly parsed, Senior." Itachi gave a firm nod, smoothly pushing his little pastry-cart to navigate clear of the coordinate block.
Over on the alternative flank, Ohnoki and Deidara systematically dismantled their commercial booths, cleanly dispelling their Transformation Jutsu to pace straight toward Ryo's position.
Ryo shook his head with a gentle smile: "What on earth is the matter with you two? Exercising this monumental volume of vacant, unallocated duration, traveling all the way to Konoha strictly to operate as a security shield guarding the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki?"
Ohnoki let out a soft, low sigh: "Rather than expending our forces to launch a completely blind, targetless search grid across the vast expanses of the shinobi world to hunt down the Dark Akatsuki, it is exponentially more optimized to securely anchor our surveillance directly on the coordinate housing the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki."
"A search grid?"
Ohnoki was briefly startled: "Indeed. The absolute milestone the active intelligence detailing that the Fifth Kazekage came within a single hair's breadth of being terminally assassinated rippled across the global networks, every single ninja village systematically dispatched their premier elite echelons to meticulously dig up the very dirt to hunt the Dark Akatsuki. Yet, down to this exact timeline, our collective harvest remains exceptionally sparse... We strictly uncovered that the underground black market shares an active operational connection alongside the Dark Akatsuki, serving as their premier source of financial capital. Consequentially, our forces have cleanly pulverized a vast multitude of black market strongholds!"
Ryo calculated the logistics for two seconds, his absolute focus razor-sharply locking onto a specific two-syllable phrase: "Came within a single hair's breadth... of being terminally assassinated?"
Ohnoki stood frozen for a split second: "Was the rescue block fundamentally not executed by your hands, Senior? Having a tailed beast violently extracted from one's matrix inherently dictates an absolute, terminal demise under normal parameters. Chiyo explicitly detailed that it was entirely a testament to your peerless, master-tier medical ninjutsu that the Kazekage's life force was successfully salvaged on location..."
Ryo nodded thoughtfully. The technical reality surrounding the execution of the Gedo: Art of Rinne Rebirth had been completely withheld from the global communication lines—this was highly probable to operate as a premier layer of protective goodwill compiled by Chiyo's hands, even though the Old Ancestor fundamentally lacked the requirement for a protective shield...
"Consequentially, your mind dictated traveling to Konoha to securely anchor a defense grid?"
Ohnoki elegantly let out a soft breath, a bitter smile painting his wrinkled face: "Navigating a shinobi world of this astronomical magnitude, single-mindedly desiring to lock onto the coordinates of a mere three independent entities... is monumentally grueling!"
Ryo spun his torso around: "What about your metrics, Deidara?"
Deidara curled his lips into a pout: "The old man violently dragged my vessel to accompany his advance to these coordinates, un!"
Ohnoki tilted his head to deliver a fierce glare: "Across the absolute entirety of the Akatsuki organization's permanent ninja roster, your presence operates as the singular, undisputed unit who continuously slacks off across his duties! If I refrain from locking an absolute surveillance grid to monitor your metrics on location, the sovereign face of the Hidden Stone Village will be completely and thoroughly squandered into absolute garbage!"
"Brother Sasori is similarly logging a casual wandering block across the world, isn't he?" Deidara muttered in deep dissatisfaction under his breath.
"Do your parameters lack the capacity to compare your metrics alongside alternative model entities?! The supreme leader governing the Hidden Waterfall Village—Kakuzu—has already cleanly leveled a solid six independent black market strongholds to absolute dust! The active data linking the black market directly to the Dark Akatsuki's financial backing parameters was precisely an intelligence node his hands successfully uncovered first!"
Ryo was briefly caught flat-footed, coming incredibly close to violently bursting into a booming laugh on the spot. The underground black market is highly probable to be completely, thoroughly innocent across this specific calculation... Kakuzu is clearly utilizing global counter-terrorism parameters strictly as a magnificent corporate excuse to legally execute an absolute, maximum-scale asset-pillage campaign to fill his personal coffers!
"Postpone administering your educational lectures to handle Deidara's metrics until a later duration. The dual of you should similarly refrain from remaining securely anchored along Kushina's estate blocks; execute a return journey back to your village to wait out the impending final clash. Single-mindedly desiring to hunt down the Dark Akatsuki's tracking signals via a standard search grid is monumentally unoptimized and grueling."
The Dark Akatsuki was inherently a fraction impossible to locate under normal conditions, and with Teuchi currently anchoring their flanks to shroud the tracking metrics, executing a standard search grid was vertically closer to absolute impossibility.
"The final clash..." Ohnoki given a sudden standstill: "The active intelligence broadcasted by the Hidden Sand Village... corresponds to an unvarnished reality? The Dark Akatsuki genuinely intends to proactively launch a high-powered final clash targeting your absolute presence, Senior?"
Ryo gave a firm, slow nod. Even assuming Tenji harbored a fraction of internal hesitation to launch the final clash, his sovereign Father-in-Law would undoubtedly deploy a relentless torrent of deceptive flattery to hoodwink his parameters into launching the advance.
"A structural alignment of that nature operates precisely as the absolute optimal template... Deidara, chart your course to return straight back to the Hidden Stone Village alongside my wing!"
"Negative, my vessel shall independently execute a search grid to hunt down the Dark Akatsuki, un!"
Ohnoki violently snapped his frame around, extending his arm to firmly clamp onto Deidara's trouser waistband. Completely disregarding the youth's frantic, thrashing resistance, his flight parameters instantly soared straight up into the absolute heavens—climbing a solid nine thousand leagues... fine, nine hundred meters.
Watching their visual profiles steadily dissolve into the distant horizon, the front doors of Kushina's estate behind Ryo's flank were abruptly pushed open a secondary time: "Great-Great-Grandpa! Didn't your prose explicitly detail just a moment ago that you were going to administer a severe physical thrashing to handle Obito's metrics?!"
"Oh, oh! Ahem, ahem! My presence is launching the advance right this exact micro-second!"
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