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Chapter 17: Connections and Consequences | In Naruto With An Achievement System
🕑 Added 2025-11-15 15:45:02 +0000 UTCChapter 17: Connections and Consequences
I was staring at the ceiling again when I heard the knock.
It was softer than the sharp, official raps that meant shinobi business. More hesitant. I turned my head toward the door, wincing as the movement sent a dull ache through my chest.
"Come in," I called out.
The door opened, and Minato Namikaze stepped inside. He looked tired. Dark circles under his eyes, and his left arm was wrapped in heavy bandages from shoulder to wrist. More bandaging was visible under the collar of his hospital gown, covering portions of his chest. Behind him, Kushina Uzumaki followed, looking considerably better than Minato but carrying an expression of deep guilt.
"Yuuki Kagurazaka?" Minato asked. His voice was warm despite the exhaustion.
I nodded.
"We wanted to check on you," he said, moving to stand beside the bed. Kushina hung back slightly, her hands clasped in front of her. "I'm Minato Namikaze. This is Kushina Uzumaki. We... well, we owe you our thanks."
"And an apology," Kushina added quickly. Her voice was quieter than I'd expected. "This is my fault. If I hadn't left the barrier, you wouldn't have—" I heard the raw guilt in her voice.
"It's fine," I said, cutting her off. I didn't want to hear the guilt. Didn't want to deal with the emotions behind it. "You're both alive. The seal held. That's what matters."
Minato pulled up a chair and sat down carefully, favoring his injured arm. Kushina remained standing, still looking uncomfortable.
"How bad is it?" I asked, nodding toward Minato's bandages.
"Burns from the Fox's chakra," he said. "Similar to what you experienced, but more localized. My arm took the worst of it when I was trying to reinforce the seal. Tsunade says I'll recover fully, but it'll take time."
I looked at Kushina. "And you?"
"The Fox's healing factor helps," she said. "I had some injuries, but they're mostly gone now. The real issue was the seal itself. It was... stressed. Weakened from being outside the barrier."
"But you're outside the barrier now," I pointed out.
She nodded, some of the guilt on her face replaced by something that might have been pride. "The situation forced me to push my Adamantine Sealing Chains further than I ever had before. I managed to advance them to a level where I can keep the Fox subdued even outside the protected zone. At least for short periods. The Hokage cleared me to visit, as long as I don't overdo it."
That made sense. In the original timeline, Kushina had been powerful enough to restrain the Nine-Tails even while giving birth and having it extracted from her. This incident had probably accelerated that development.
"You said you're a Jonin?" I asked Minato.
"I am. Kushina is as well, though she's been on limited duty due to the seal situation."
"I was training with Lady Mito's writings," Kushina explained. "She was the wife of the First Hokage and a master of the Sealing Arts. She was also the first Jinchuriki of the Nine-Tails. Her notes and techniques have been invaluable, but mastering them takes time."
"And now you've had a crash course," I said.
A flicker of a smile crossed her face. "You could say that."
Minato leaned forward slightly. "Tsunade mentioned you have a variation of Wood Release. That you're likely a Senju descendant." His voice was curious but hesitant.
"Probably," I said. "I'm an orphan, but, yeah the technique is definitely similar to the First Hokage's Mokuton, with some differences. Mine has a parasitic drain effect. It siphons chakra from whatever it touches."
"We noticed," Kushina said dryly. "The Fox certainly did." Her face morphing in a grin.
I couldn't help but smile at that. "Yeah. He seemed pretty upset about it."
"I've never felt such malice before," Minato said quietly. His expression had gone serious. "That hatred and Killing Intent in the mindscape... it was overwhelming."
My smile dipped. I remembered the killing intent. The weight of Beast’s presence, the sheer magnitude of his rage. It had been paralyzing. Without my perks, I probably would have frozen completely.
"Yeah," I said. "It was something else."
"You're not taking the Senju name officially?" Kushina asked, shifting the subject.
"No. The Hokage advised against it. The Senju are targeted more brutally in the wars because of their connection to the First and their high-growth potential. Better to stay off that radar."
Minato nodded thoughtfully. "That's probably wise. Though it must be difficult, not having that connection to your heritage."
I shrugged, which sent another twinge of pain through my chest. "I've managed so far."
There was a brief pause. Kushina finally moved closer, pulling up a second chair and sitting down. She seemed to relax slightly, the guilt on her face easing into something more natural.
"They said you're a genin," Minato said. "That seems... incredible, given what you did."
"I graduated early from the Academy," I explained. "A few months ago. It's mostly an experience thing. My techniques are advanced sure, but I'm still learning how to use them properly in real combat situations."
Well, with [Martial Arts Prodigy] that really wasn't much of a concern with the sheer adaptability it gave me. But they didn't need to know that.
"That was impressive work," Kushina said. "And you kept your composure really well. Most people would have panicked in that situation."
"I nearly did," I admitted.
"But you didn't," Minato said. "That's what matters."
The conversation shifted after that. The somber mood lifted slightly as we talked. Kushina asked about my training, and I mentioned Orochimaru as my sensei. That got a raised eyebrow from Minato, who said something about the Sannin having high standards and mentioned some stories of the Sanin’s younger days that Jiraya had told him about. Kushina told me a bit about her own training with the sealing arts, the frustration of deciphering Lady Mito's notes, the breakthroughs that felt like they came at random.
And Ramen, the woman really enjoyed talking about all sorts of ramen, when I had admitted to her that I basically only had cup ramen, she insisted that she and Minato take me out to eat after I recovered, to which I agreed with a smile.
I found myself relaxing. Talking more freely than I usually did. Maybe it was because they were adults who I didn't for once have to worry about when talking to or giving me orders. Maybe it was just the relief of being alive and having company that didn't make me think about combat or survival.
"What made you decide to leave the barrier?" I asked Kushina after a while of mindless chatter.
Her expression shifted, becoming a bit sheepish. "Minato came to tell me he couldn't train with me that day. He was working on something else. I was frustrated. Tired of being cooped up. So I... decided to go find him."
"And tied up your guards with sealing chains," Minato added with a slight grimace.
She had the grace to look embarrassed. "I wasn't thinking clearly. I just wanted out. Wanted to see what he was working on."
Minato sighed. "I was developing a new technique. Something I thought might help Kushina on the battlefield. With her chakra reserves, she needs techniques that can make use of that kind of power. I didn't want to tell her about it until it was finished." He spoke with a touch of professional pride.
"Right," I said. "The spiral sphere technique. I saw you use it in the mindscape."
Minato's expression shifted to something thoughtful. "You're observant. Most people wouldn't have been able to focus on techniques with what was happening to you."
I shrugged again. "I try to pay attention."
We talked for a while longer. The conversation was easy, almost comfortable. Kushina's guilt seemed to fade as we spoke, replaced by a more natural energy. Minato was patient and thoughtful, asking questions without being intrusive.
It was nice. For a little while, I could almost forget about the pain in my chest and the fear that had been gnawing at me since I woke up.
Then the door opened again.
Orochimaru stepped inside. His expression was neutral, but there was something in his eyes that made the temperature in the room drop several degrees.
"Namikaze," he said with a slight nod. Then his gaze moved to Kushina, and he said nothing. Just looked at her with cold, clinical assessment.
Minato stood immediately. "Orochimaru. We were just—"
"Leaving," Orochimaru finished. "I need to speak with my student."
It was not phrased as a request.
Kushina bit her lip. I saw a flash of guilt cross her face again, mixed with something that might have been annoyance. But she didn't say anything. She stood, gave me a small, apologetic smile, and headed for the door.
Minato followed, pausing briefly. "Get well soon, Yuuki. And... thank you. For everything." His voice was quiet and sincere.
Even without witnessing his shinobi abilities, it was clear why he became Hokage; his presence, his manner of speaking, and his sincerity made him remarkably charismatic. I gave him a nod.
Then they were gone.
The door closed behind them, and I was alone with Orochimaru.
He stood there for a moment, not moving, just looking at me. His face was harder than usual. More intense. There was something in his expression I couldn't quite read.
I frowned slightly. "Sensei?"
"You should have run," he said quietly.
I blinked. "What?"
"When you arrived at that clearing and saw the situation, you should have run. Or told the ANBU you couldn't do anything. Faked it. Anything but what you did."
I stared at him. "I didn't have time to think about it. The seal was failing. Minato was barely holding on. If I hadn't done something—"
"Then Minato would have handled it," Orochimaru interrupted. His voice was cold. "Or he wouldn't have. But that wasn't your responsibility. You're nine years old. You shouldn't have been there at all."
"I didn't know if Minato could suppress it," I said, my own voice hardening. "What if he hadn't been able to? What if the Fox had broken free? Then I'd have had to try anyway, except the situation would have been even worse. And I didn't think I'd be pulled into the mindscape. I just thought I'd drain some chakra from a distance and weaken it."
Orochimaru was quiet for a moment. Then he sighed, and some of the intensity in his expression eased.
"You're right," he admitted. "In that situation, with that information, you made the correct tactical decision." His tone held a hint of reluctant acceptance.
He moved to the chair Minato had vacated and sat down. For a long moment, he just looked at me.
"I was worried," he said finally. The words came out stiff, like he wasn't used to saying them.
Something in my chest loosened. Not the pain from the chakra burns, but something else. Something emotional that I hadn't even realized was tense.
He really wasn't the man he'd be in the future. Not yet. Right now, he was just a teacher who'd been scared for his student.
He cared.
We sat in silence for a while. It should have been awkward, but it wasn't. It was just... quiet. Comfortable, even.
"Thanks, sensei," I said eventually.
I meant it this time.
He nodded once, a slight motion that somehow carried weight.
We didn't say anything else. We didn't need to.
After a while, Orochimaru stood, his expression returning to something more neutral. "Your teammates were told you had a training accident with Attribute Distribution while practicing. Keep that story consistent."
"Yeah," I said. The Jinchuriki were a village secret, so I couldn't exactly go around talking about my tussle with the Nine-Tails.
He nodded once more, then turned and left without another word. The door closed behind him with a quiet click.
I was alone again.
I stared at the ceiling for a moment, then decided I was feeling well enough to deal with the System. The blue notification had been waiting in the corner of my vision since I'd woken up, a persistent reminder that I had a reward to claim.
Oh, RNGesus, I thought. Bless this soul.
I focused on the Achievement notification, pulling it up fully.
[Achievement Unlocked: Survive a Direct Encounter with the Kyuubi]
[Rank: HIGH]
This was my second HIGH rank achievement. The previous one had given me Living Disaster, the very ability that had let me suppress the Nine-Tails in the first place. Whatever I got from this one would probably be just as significant.
I selected the roll option and watched the screen flicker.
[Form, Change Up] (High Level Achievement) (UQ Holder)
The form you are in now is just the first of many for you, as you possess several additional transformation states that allow you to access much greater power at the cost of your mental state. You can enter any of your four transformation levels at will, the first form being several times as powerful as your base form and each further transformation being significantly stronger than the one before it. Each form will look progressively more monstrous, as well as seriously strain your stability and calmness. Even the first form will make it very hard to not go into a berserker rage, and the fourth form would require a miracle of some sort to prevent you from descending into a mindless fury. The forms are tiring to maintain and will eventually deactivate, even if you are lost in a rage.
I read through the description twice.
Then a third time.
Fuck me, I thought. How am I going to explain this?
Four transformation states. Each one stronger than the last. Each one pushing me closer to a berserker rage. The fourth form basically guaranteed I'd lose my mind completely.
This was powerful. Potentially game-changing. But it was also the kind of thing that would raise serious questions if anyone saw me use it.
I could probably tie it to Attribute Distribution. Say that I'd had a breakthrough after the encounter with the Kyuubi, that the stress of draining that much toxic chakra had pushed my ability to a new level. I could claim I'd figured out how to sacrifice my mental stability for a massive power boost, redistributing not just physical attributes but cognitive ones as well.
After all, if Kushina could rapidly advance her sealing chains in response to a life-threatening situation, why couldn't I evolve my technique the same way?
The cover story would work. Probably. People would buy it because it fit the pattern they'd already seen.
But there were other concerns.
Would [(Wo)man on Mission] help me stay calm? The perk boosted my determination and willpower. Maybe that would be enough to resist the berserker effect, at least in the lower forms. Maybe not. It was impossible to know without testing.
And what about [Martial Arts Prodigy]? My combat intelligence and tactical thinking came from that perk. Would those stay intact even when I was in a rage state? The ability to analyze opponents and adapt fighting styles seemed like it operated on a different level than conscious thought. Maybe it would continue functioning even if my mind was compromised.
Or maybe I'd just be a mindless monster throwing around power with no strategy.
I definitely couldn't test it in my current state. My chakra pathways were still recovering, and Tsunade had explicitly told me not to use chakra until she cleared me. Trying to force a transformation right now would probably put me back in the hospital for another week.
But once I was healed, I'd need to test this carefully. Maybe request a spar with Orochimaru in a controlled environment. Somewhere isolated where I could push the first form and see how much control I retained.
The System notification faded, and I was left staring at the ceiling again.
Four transformation states. Each one a gamble between power and sanity.
I'd wanted to become stronger. Strong enough to face the threats I knew were coming. I'd get there.
I closed my eyes and tried to rest. My body needed it. And I had a feeling I'd need all the strength I could get for what came next.
Four days later, Tsunade finally cleared me for discharge.
"You're mostly recovered," she said, reviewing the medical chart one last time. "But don't stress your body too much. Your chakra pathways are still healing. Give it another week before you do anything intensive."
"Understood," I said cheerfully, already swinging my legs off the hospital bed.
She gave me a flat look. "I mean it, Yuuki. No training. No sparring. No jutsu practice. Rest."
"I will," I lied. I'd at best take it a bit easy, and we've had enough chats while I was staying here for her to get that picture.
She didn't look convinced, but she signed off on the discharge papers anyway. "If you feel any burning sensation in your chest or unusual fatigue, come back immediately. Don't be stupid about this."
I nodded and grabbed my gear from the chair beside the bed. My weapons pouch, my cleaned and sharpened kunai which some random staff had done, they were really thoughtful. Everything accounted for, I headed for the door.
Anko and Asuma were waiting in the hallway which surprised me a bit.
They both straightened when they saw me. Anko's expression was concerned, almost guilty. Asuma looked uncomfortable, his hands shoved in his pockets.
"You're okay," Anko said. It wasn't quite a question.
"Yeah," I said, managing a small smile. "Takes more than a training accident to keep me down."
"Training accident," Asuma repeated. His tone was skeptical. "Sensei said you pushed your distribution ability too far. That you collapsed from exhaustion."
I shrugged. "Something like that. I was experimenting with a new configuration. Didn't go as planned."
Anko stepped closer, her eyes searching my face. "You look like shit."
"Thanks," I said dryly. "You really know how to make a guy feel welcome."
"I'm serious," she insisted. "You were in there for days. We thought... I mean, they wouldn't tell us anything. Just that you'd be fine eventually."
The guilt twisted in my chest. They were worried. They were my teammates, and they'd been left in the dark while I recovered from something I couldn't tell them about. I hated lying to them, but what was I supposed to say? That I'd been pulled into the Nine-Tails' mindscape and nearly burned myself out draining its chakra?
"I'm fine now," I said, keeping my voice steady. "Really. Sensei got Lady Tsunade to check up on me, and she wouldn't have discharged me if I wasn't."
Asuma didn't look entirely convinced, but he nodded anyway. "Good. Because Sensei's been in a mood ever since you got admitted. I don't think I've ever seen him that angry."
"He was worried," I said quietly.
"Yeah," Asuma muttered. "Apparently."
Anko crossed her arms. "So what exactly were you trying to do? With your ability, I mean. You've always been careful with it before."
I'd prepared for this question. "I was trying to push more points than usual into a single attribute. See if I could break past the normal limits. It worked, sort of. But the recoil hit harder than I expected."
"How much harder?" Anko asked.
"Hard enough that I passed out and woke up in a hospital bed," I said with a wry smile. "Lesson learned. Don't get cocky with experimental techniques."
She studied me for a moment longer, then seemed to accept the explanation. "Well, don't do it again. You had us worried, idiot."
"Noted," I said.
Asuma shifted his weight. "Sensei wants to see us for training tomorrow. Said to take today to rest, but tomorrow we're back to normal schedule."
"Sounds good," I said, though the thought of facing Orochimaru's training right now made my chest ache. "I'll be there." I said with a light grin.
We stood there for a moment, the hallway silent except for the distant sounds of the hospital. Anko was still watching me with that concerned expression, and Asuma looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.
"Come on," I said finally. "Let's get out of here. I'm sick of staring at white walls."
That broke the tension. Anko grinned, and Asuma's shoulders relaxed slightly. We headed for the exit together, and I tried to ignore the weight of the lie sitting in my gut.
They didn't need to know. It was better this way.
The next day found me at Training Ground 7, sitting on a log and watching Anko and Asuma spar with growing annoyance.
Anko slid past Asuma's fist with the fluid grace of the Striking Serpent Style sensei had been drilling into her. To an outsider, her movements would look clean, smooth, and effortless. But [Martial Arts Prodigy] let me see the subtle imperfections. She was overextending, reaching too far on the dodge. Burning more energy than necessary. Her counter came fast though, a sharp punch that connected with Asuma's lower jaw and rattled him.
Asuma recovered quickly, blocking her follow-up strike and jumping back several feet. His hands blurred through seals as he landed, and three compressed air bullets shot toward Anko. She twisted, dodging two and deflecting the third with a kunai. The opening gave Asuma the breathing room he needed to reset his stance.
"Did you bring me here just so I couldn't train?" I whined. I was what, ten years old in this world? I could whine a little. Plus it felt good to complain.
"Yes," Orochimaru said without a hint of shame. He stood beside me, arms crossed, watching his other students with mild interest. "If I had let you off on your own, would you have been resting?"
He already knew the answer to that.
"GAH!" I threw my hands up in exaggerated frustration.
Orochimaru's lips twitched slightly. I'd been a lot more loose around him after the hospital conversation. The walls I'd kept up before felt unnecessary now.
"Your body needs rest after what happened, Yuuki," he said again, his tone patient but firm.
"Yeah, yeah," I muttered. But there was something I needed to talk to him about. Something important. "Hey, sensei... I need to talk to you about something. Can we walk?"
He studied my face for a moment, then nodded. A shadow clone appeared beside him in a puff of smoke, taking his place as the observer. We headed deeper into the training ground, away from the sounds of Anko and Asuma's ongoing spar.
The guilt was already building in my chest. I hated lying to him. But I couldn't tell him about the System. Not yet. Maybe not ever. I couldn't predict how he'd react, and the risk felt too high.
"When I was absorbing the chakra of the Beast," I started carefully, "I sent all of my points, more than I usually do, into Guard."
He nodded. "A reasonable thing to do, given the circumstances."
"Well..." I hesitated. "When I was absorbing that chakra and distributing the points, I felt something in my ability... crack."
Orochimaru stopped walking. He went completely still, his eyes snapping to me with sharp focus.
"And you didn't think to inform Tsunade of this development?" His voice had gone cold, clinical. "Let's get you to her immediately."
His hand was already on my shoulder, ready to Body Flicker us straight to the hospital.
"Wait, wait!" I pulled back. "It's not like that. Nothing's wrong with me."
Oh hell no. When I'd tried lying to Tsunade about the pain being manageable so I could leave early, she'd threatened to break every bone in my body and keep me in the hospital until I healed properly. I wasn't going back there unless it was absolutely necessary.
"I had a lot more on my mind at the time," I said defensively. "And I can feel what cracked. Remember how I told you I couldn't distribute my mental state? That it was one of the limitations?"
He nodded slowly, his grip on my shoulder loosening slightly.
"I can feel a new... slider now. Well, not really a slider." I struggled to find the right words. "It's like... stages. Four stages. Each one sacrifices my mental stability for a power boost. The increase feels significant, like even the first stage would make me really angry, but the overall boost would be substantial."
Orochimaru's expression shifted. The concern faded, replaced by something I'd come to recognize. Curiosity. Scientific fascination. That look that made him seem more like a predator examining interesting prey than a teacher looking at his student.
"That's... interesting," he said. His tone had changed completely, clinical and analytical now.
I tried not to visibly cringe. "That face is really creepy, sensei."
He blinked, then seemed to realize what expression he'd been wearing. He smoothed it back to something more neutral. "My apologies. Force of habit."
"And I suppose you want to test it?" He sighed deeply, rubbing his temple. "With how much I've had to sigh over you, people will mistake me for a Nara."
I grinned despite myself.
"But fine," he continued. "We'll test it under safe conditions. I want Tsunade present in case anything goes wrong. And not for a few more days, not until she clears you for active training."
"Thanks, sensei," I said, relief flooding through me.
He gave me a long look. "This evolution of your ability... it's concerning. A power boost at the cost of mental stability is a dangerous trade. We'll need to understand the limits thoroughly before you use it in any real capacity."
"I know," I said quietly.
We walked back toward the training ground in silence. The guilt was still there, sitting heavy in my gut. The lie had worked, but that didn't make it feel any better.
As we emerged from the treeline, I expected to see Anko and Asuma continuing their spar.
Instead, they were on the ground, rolling around like academy students. Anko had a fistful of Asuma's hair. Asuma was trying to push her face into the dirt. They were hurling insults at each other that would make a sailor blush.
The shadow clone stood a few feet away, watching with a smirk.
Orochimaru sighed again and dispelled the clone with a hand sign.
"Unbelievable," he muttered.
I couldn't help it. I laughed. After days in the hospital, after the fear and the pain and the weight of everything that had happened, watching my teammates act like complete idiots felt good.
At least it wasn't quiet like it had been in the hospital.
"ANKO, GET OFF! " Asuma yelled.
"MAKE ME, YOU MONKEY-FACED BASTARD!"
Orochimaru pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm surrounded by children."
"Technically, we are children," I pointed out.
He gave me a flat look. "You're not helping."
I grinned. Yeah. This was better.
As all of you can guess, I will have to apologise… again, for such a late update. Honestly, I don't have an excuse for it, I can say all of my real-life issues but so could all of you and that doesn't justify this, and so I'll attempt to fix it by being more active. If I can't for some reason update, I'll post something else to keep my page active. I swear it, I'll soon have exams, but I'll try to build up a backlog before it, which is something I should have done originally, thank you all for continued support, I don't know what I'd do without y'all. I have the next chapter somewhat planned already, and I'll try to drop it early, emphasis on try.
I'm aware that this might feel like a filler chapter, but it has some really important character moments, like the chat with Minato and Kushina, letting Yuuki process his thoughts about the Nine-Tails Incident, his talk with Orochimaru, seeing more of his protective side and coming to reluctantly trust him, as well as the second High-Level Achievement (which I accidentally wrote to be first in the previous chapter, even though none of you caught it). With him having met Minato, we can do a Team 7 meeting, then we'll probably shift to the War Arc. I'll make a poll on how long you want that to be.
Now for the chapter specific notes, one of the most confusing things in the Minato One-Shot for me was that Kushina and the Barrier she was forced to be stuck in, I've went with the idea that unlike Mito who had a mastery of the Adamantine Sealing Chains, Kushina did not, as she grew the power of the Kyuubi was slowly breaking out of the seal and so the compound was built with the sealing array to keep her in, the events of the One-Shot resulted in her control over the Chains growing tremendously and thus allowing her outside again. By the way, Yuuki died before the One-Shot came out.
Comments
Spider-Lite
Hope you're well, Ahtu! :)
Nyarlathotep Flagg
I'm rather happy to see you're pushing past your issues, even if it's taking time ^^ Stumbling a bit, yet pushing on, is much better than giving up because it's easier. That alone makes you better than most in my experience. And it means you will eventually get past it.
Spider-Lite
It's a random roll, plus even first-stage, I've decided would be a 3/4x boost, you can make a car sized crater, he can then make a truck sized one easily, and there are advantages, throw a fourth staged him alone in a battlefield lol and no one is coming out alive.
EA2016
Damn the reward isn't good at all, if he goes berseker by the first stage, by the third he's probably gonna attack allies. What would be really good is a regeneration perk, once gotten that his sliders can probably be leveraged even more, and his martial arts can probably leverage even more his body power without worrying of his bones and muscles breaking.
