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After the tumultuous events at the Uzumaki household, Satria took responsibility for repairing the damage he had caused. Meanwhile, Fran, Bobon, Vaporeon, and Naruto's wives engaged in playful activities with their children, bringing a sense of normalcy back to the home.

In another part of the house, Kurumi and Valiana engaged in a discussion with Esdeath, delving into topics that would unsettle most listeners. True to her nature, Valiana sought challenges from formidable opponents, requesting sparring sessions with both Esdeath and Artoria. While Artoria remained focused on enjoying the assortment of cakes and snacks before her, Esdeath accepted Valiana's proposal, eager to test her strength against a worthy adversary.

As for Satria, his earlier impulsive actions had not gone unnoticed. Uzumaki Rhea, embodying the nurturing essence of the Titaness of Motherhood, took it upon herself to address his behavior. She sat him down, her demeanor both stern and compassionate, and began to speak.

"Young man, I understand your frustration with Itachi, but you must be mindful of your surroundings and the potential consequences of your actions. What if the children had been harmed or, worse, decided to emulate your behavior? Such conduct sets a poor example for the young and impressionable. Your parents would be disappointed to see you act this way. As the head of your family, it's imperative that you reflect on your actions and strive to become a better person, someone your family can take pride in."

Satria, feeling the weight of her words, nodded in acknowledgment. "Yes, I recognize my mistake. You remind me of my mother when you speak to me like this. Can we conclude this discussion? We've been here for over an hour now."

Rhea's expression softened slightly, but her resolve remained firm. "Understanding your fault is the first step toward growth. Remember, it's my duty to guide the younger generation and correct their flaws. At least you show a deep love for your family, unlike some of my own children."

Kiyohime, sensing the tension easing, gently placed Satria's head on her shoulder, her fingers threading through his hair in a soothing manner. "Thank you, Rhea-san, for imparting some wisdom to my husband. He's been quite unruly lately and hasn't been listening to us."

Rhea offered a gentle smile. "It's no trouble at all, Kiyohime-san. Guiding young ones is part of my role. Your husband has a good heart; he just needs occasional reminders to stay on the right path."

As she spoke, memories of her own offspring surfaced-particularly the trio of Olympian brothers whose arrogance and disregard for others' well-being often led to chaos. Despite their flaws, they remained her children, and she couldn't bring herself to hate them. Observing Satria's genuine love for his family, she felt a renewed hope that, with proper guidance, he would avoid the pitfalls that had ensnared her own sons.

A fleeting thought crossed her mind: if Hestia, the goddess of the hearth and home, were to meet this boy, she might find his familial devotion endearing. Perhaps, in another time, they could have formed a meaningful connection. But for now, Rhea's focus remained on guiding the young man before her, ensuring he remained a source of pride for those he held dear.

•

"Shirone."

Koneko froze at the familiar voice. Turning, she found herself face-to-face with someone she thought she would never see again: Kuroka, her estranged older sister and an SS-Rank criminal of the Underworld.

In Kuroka's arms rested a small baby girl, her blonde and black hair blending seamlessly in soft waves.

"Hubby," Kuroka addressed Naruto gently, her voice laced with weariness, "can you take care of Fujimai for me?"

Naruto nodded without hesitation, taking the child from her arms. As he cradled Fujimai, Kuroka stepped toward Koneko, but the younger Nekoshou instinctively recoiled, her golden eyes narrowing.

"Don't come closer to me," Koneko said sharply, her tone colder than Naruto had ever heard. "Why? Why did you abandon me?"

Kuroka's confident facade cracked, tears glistening in her violet eyes. "I... I am sorry, Shirone. I can-"

"My name is Koneko Toujou," Koneko interrupted, venom lacing her voice. "Not Shirone. Don't ever call me that again."

Kuroka flinched but pressed on, her voice trembling. "But... that's the name Mother gave you. Why would you-"

"Because the person who gave me that name is gone!" Koneko shot back, her composure finally breaking. "Gone, just like you. You abandoned me. Left me alone with the devil. And now you dare to show up here and ask for forgiveness? Why, Nee-sama? Why did you abandon me?"

Kuroka fell silent, her tears falling freely. "I'm sorry... I was weak. If I were stronger, braver, I wouldn't have left you to face that monster alone. I failed you, Shirone. I've carried that guilt every day since, and I-"

"Enough!" Koneko's voice cracked as she spun away. "I don't need your apologies. I needed my sister back then-not now. And don't call me Shirone."

"But please," Kuroka pleaded, her voice breaking. "Give me a chance to make it up to you. I want us to be a family again. This time, I swear I'll protect you, no matter what. You can leave the devils and come live with me. Let me keep you safe this time."

Koneko stiffened at her words but shook her head. Her voice was softer now but still firm. "No. I already have a family."

Without another glance at her sister, Koneko turned and started walking away. "I need some time alone. Don't disturb me."

The room fell silent as Koneko disappeared into the hallway, her footsteps echoing faintly.

Kuroka sank to her knees, her body trembling as she sobbed.

"Kuroka..." Naruto's voice broke the silence, filled with gentle concern. He knelt beside her, still holding Fujimai, who reached out her tiny hand toward her mother.

"Mama?" Fujimai's soft, innocent voice broke through Kuroka's despair, her worried expression tugging at Kuroka's heart.

Kuroka forced a small, trembling smile, gathering her husband and daughter into a loving embrace. She pressed her cheek against Fujimai's soft hair, drawing comfort from the warmth of her family.

"I'm sorry for worrying you both," she murmured, her voice still thick with emotion. "Do you think... do you think Shirone will ever forgive me?"

Naruto placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, his voice calm and steady. "She's hurt, Kuroka, but I know she still loves you deep down. Give her time. When she's ready, she'll come back to you, and you'll both heal together."

Kuroka nodded slowly, her tears finally beginning to subside. Holding her family close, she allowed herself to hope, even if just a little.

•

Satria knocked gently on the door where Koneko had secluded herself. He paused, waiting for a response.

"Do you mind if I come in?" he asked softly.

"You can enter, senpai," came her quiet reply from within.

Hearing her permission, Satria opened the door to find Koneko sitting by the window, her small frame curled up as she stared blankly outside. Her usual stoic demeanor was replaced with a shadow of sadness, making her seem even smaller.

He closed the door behind him and walked over, sitting down beside her. "Want to talk?" he asked gently.

Koneko nodded, not meeting his gaze. "What should I do about my sister? I never thought I'd see her again, much less here. I..." Her voice cracked slightly. "I find it so hard to forgive her for abandoning me. Every time I think about it, I get angry... and hurt."

Satria's expression softened. Without saying a word, he pulled her into a warm hug. Koneko stiffened for a moment but then relaxed, leaning into his comforting embrace. She loved the warmth he brought, the sense of safety that always seemed to surround him.

"Quit... Don't quit... Forgive... Don't forgive... You're so caught up in what was and what will be, Koneko," Satria began, his voice calm yet profound. "There's a saying: yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today... today is a gift."

Koneko tilted her head, looking up at him with confused eyes. "How is today a gift?"

Satria smiled gently. "I know it's hard to forgive her after everything that happened. But Kuroka is still your sister-your family. No matter what she did in the past, she's here now, trying to make amends. Not everyone gets that chance. You have the opportunity to repair what was broken. That's why today is a gift, Koneko. Fate is giving you the chance to choose. Hate only leads to pain. Let go of the past and decide what you want for your future with her. Follow your heart."

Koneko remained silent, his words sinking in deeply. Her heart wavered, torn between resentment and the faint hope of reconnecting with her sister. She couldn't deny the truth in Satria's words. Her sister's presence, her apology, and even her tears were sincere. Perhaps it was time to let go of the pain she'd been carrying for so long.

"This is why I love you," Koneko murmured, leaning into him. "You always know what to say."

Satria chuckled, brushing a strand of her silver hair behind her ear. "You'll figure it out, Koneko. Just take your time."

"What a terrifying puppy," Fatalis mused, her voice laced with equal parts admiration and concern. "He's so talented at crafting his words, weaving them in ways that draw people to trust him completely. Honestly, he could be a doctor or a lawyer in the future if he wasn't so... well, him." She sighed. "I can't decide whether to be proud or terrified of this sweet boy."

Koneko smiled softly, her heart feeling lighter. "Thank you, Satria," she whispered, leaning up to press her lips to his.

The kiss caught Satria off guard. He blinked, his thoughts scattering as her soft lips met his. It wasn't like the fiery passion he'd felt with Kiyohime or Valiana, nor the teasing affection of Kurumi. This was different-gentle, pure, and full of trust. It reminded him of the way his old cat used to nuzzle into his hand, a quiet sign of complete love and devotion.

When she pulled back, she gazed at him, her cheeks slightly pink. "That was my first kiss," she whispered. "What do you think about it?"

"It was... perfect," he finally replied, his voice filled with sincerity.

Koneko smirked, her confidence returning. "Want me to do it again? You know, just so you're sure."

Satria laughed, his grin widening. "You read my mind."

Koneko chuckled, leaning in once more. This time, she kissed him more deliberately, her lips lingering longer. The warmth of their connection spread through her, melting away any lingering doubts. As she pulled back, she smirked triumphantly.

'I win, black cat,' she thought to herself smugly. 'Told you white is superior to black.'

•

Fran's frustration was evident as she muttered, "I don't know why, but I badly want to smack someone right now."

Her thoughts were interrupted by a cheerful voice.

"Fran nee-chan! Let's play, and can you show me your magic trick again?"

Turning, Fran saw Uzumaki Ashla, a young boy with blonde hair and blue eyes, looking up at her expectantly.

A gentle smile spread across her face. "I'll be right there," she replied, setting aside her earlier irritation.

Meanwhile, Kurumi cradled Kuroka's daughter in her arms, gently stroking the child's chin.

The little girl responded with a soft purr.

Kurumi's eyes sparkled with delight. 'So cute! Is this what it's like to have a baby? Having children with Satria... fufufu, that must be interesting.'

Nearby, Kuroka observed Valiana with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

"Are you truly the White Dragon Empress?" she inquired, her disbelief evident.

Valiana's expression remained stoic. "I prefer to be called Emperor rather than Empress. And to answer your question... yes."

Without warning, Kuroka leapt toward Valiana, enveloping her in a warm embrace. "Nya! You are my leader without a doubt. Let's be friends, Valiana-chan!"

Caught off guard, Valiana struggled to free herself, her voice muffled against Kuroka's ample bosom. "I can't breathe... release me, you foolish woman!"

At a nearby table, Kiyohime took a delicate sip of tea, her refined demeanor evident.

"Hmm~ This is quite a fine tea. Is this a blend of sencha, matcha, and... toasted brown rice?"

Saeko's eyes widened in admiration. "Incredible! Only one sip, and you guessed correctly. Satria-san is fortunate to have a wife like you, Kiyohime-chan."

Kiyohime offered a modest smile. "I have lived a long life and have come to know many things, Saeko-san."

Lara Croft, ever the inquisitive archaeologist, leaned forward with keen interest. "If you don't mind me asking, how long have you lived? I'm curious about your history."

Kiyohime paused thoughtfully. "I was born during the early reign of Emperor Daigo."

Lara's eyes sparkled with excitement. "That would place your birth around 920 CE. Fascinating. How did you transform from a human into a dragon? Is it true you fell in love with a monk and... burned him inside a bell when he rejected you?"

Before Kiyohime could respond, Rhea interjected gently. "Lara, it's impolite to delve into such painful memories."

Lara's enthusiasm dimmed slightly. "I apologize, Kiyohime-san. My curiosity got the better of me."

Kiyohime waved off the concern gracefully. "It's quite alright, Rhea-san. The past no longer holds sway over me. Yes, I did burn him inside the bell. As for my transformation into a dragon, it was driven by overwhelming anger and despair upon his rejection."

Lara nodded appreciatively. "Thank you for sharing. Now, if I may ask, what led you to choose this Satria as your spouse? Historical accounts suggest you were deeply obsessed with the monk. Why him?"

A serene expression settled on Kiyohime's face. "Satria is a remarkable man. Despite his reluctance to engage, he strives to reach the pinnacle so that none may disturb him. Our meeting was unexpected; he was the first in five hundred years to brave my domain. Initially, I intended to end his life, but his resilience and character proved him worthy as my spouse. That's all I can share for now."

Lara smiled warmly. "I appreciate your openness, Kiyohime. Thank you."

•

Jiraiya's expression hardened as he confronted Itachi. "Are you certain about abandoning our village, Itachi-kun?"

Itachi met his gaze steadily. "It's time to forge a new path for my clan. Konoha has failed us; I choose to place my trust elsewhere."

Jiraiya sighed, acknowledging the village's shortcomings, especially concerning the Uchiha. 'Danzo's actions have caused irreparable harm. Why does the old man continue to protect him?'

"I can't dissuade you, can I?" Jiraiya's tone was resigned. "But know this: by betraying the village, you'll become a target for every ninja. What about your brother? I can't guarantee his safety if you turn against Konoha."

Itachi's eyes shifted to the Mangekyou Sharingan, his voice cold. "Are you threatening me, as others from Konoha have before?"

Before Jiraiya could react, he found himself ensnared in Itachi's Tsukuyomi. 'When did he cast this genjutsu?'

"My people?" Itachi's voice echoed within the illusion. "The same who coerced me into annihilating my own clan? Thanks to Satria-sama, I've seen the truth. Harm my brother, and Konoha will face retribution."

Jiraiya's heart weighed heavy with the realization that Itachi's resolve was unshakable, and the consequences of his departure would ripple through the village.

•

Satria and Koneko exited the room, approaching Naruto. Koneko's gaze shifted to Kuroka, her emotions in turmoil.

Satria leaned in, whispering softly, "Go ahead... This is your chance. Remember, I'm right here supporting you."

Drawing strength from his words, Koneko gently released herself from Satria's embrace and approached her sister.

"Koneko-chan?" Kuroka's voice trembled with surprise as she watched her sister come closer.

Taking a deep breath, Koneko spoke, "I'm sorry for how I acted earlier, Kuroka nee-sama. Can we... start over?"

A radiant smile spread across Kuroka's face as tears of joy welled up in her eyes. Without hesitation, she enveloped Koneko in a warm embrace.

"Thank you, nya. I promise I'll never forsake you again," Kuroka whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

Meanwhile, Satria turned to Naruto, his expression resolute. "Dobe... I've held up my end. Now, it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

Naruto nodded, acknowledging the agreement. "As promised, I'll help you free the entity within you." With that, he conjured a shimmering purple portal, stepping through it alongside Satria.

Observing the scene, Kurumi's curiosity was piqued. "Friend? Is there something inside Satria-kun?" she inquired, glancing at Kiyohime.

Kiyohime nodded gently. "According to Danna-sama, there are dragons residing within him. He seeks to set them free."

Albion, speaking from Valiana's hand, added, "Is that wise? The dragon's aura I sense rivals my own power or that of Ddraig. In my case, if I were separated from Valiana, she would lose access to my abilities."

Valiana, ever confident, reassured them, "No need to worry. Trust in our husband; he always knows what's best for us."

As the group pondered the unfolding events, the bond between the sisters began to mend, and Satria embarked on his journey to confront the dragons within.

•

Satria and Naruto stood in the dojo of the Uzumaki Family in Boston, preparing for the task ahead.

"Let's begin, shall we? Put your fist to me as usual."

Satria clenched his hand, and they exchanged a fist bump.

Naruto entered Satria's mindscape, his eyes widening in surprise at the unfamiliar surroundings.

"What the hell is this place?! It's the first time I've seen this kind of mindscape.."

Naruto observed three distinct paths:

Left Path: A desolate land shrouded in darkness, exuding an aura of fiery pain and suffering.

Right Path: A serene landscape illuminated by a miniature sun, with a gentle breeze and the sweet scent of meadow flowers, offering a sense of peace.

Center Path: A cave with someone standing outside, beckoning him.

"Over here, dobe!" Satria called, waving from the center path.

Naruto approached, curiosity piqued.

"You've got some serious stuff inside you, brat. What are you?" Naruto inquired, seeking clarity.

"Huh? I'm just a normal human and ordinary high school student you can find everywhere," Satria replied, though he felt uncertain about his own identity.

Naruto sighed. "No ordinary human is like you, brat. But let's leave it that way for now and finish our job."

They ventured into the cave, which had a natural opening extending beyond the zone of light. The interior was vast, with various rocks and black crystals shimmering due to the gathered mana.

After traversing several miles, they finally arrived at their destination-a massive black dragon awaited them.

The dragon's presence was imposing, its scales gleaming with an otherworldly sheen.

Naruto, sensing the immense power, turned to Satria.

"Is this the friend you mentioned?"

Satria nodded. "Yes, this is Fatalis. It's time to free her."

Satria and Naruto stood before Fatalis in the vast cave, preparing to release the dragon from her confinement.

"Finally! You adventurous souls have come. I need you..." Fatalis began in a majestic tone, only to be interrupted by Satria.

"Skip!" Satria said bluntly, his impatience showing.

"I need you to-"

"Skip."

"My life is full of sorrow, the humans attack me and fear my existence-"

"Skip!"

Fatalis' patience started to wear thin as she tried to explain. "I need a benevolent adventurer to liberate me from the chains they-"

"Skip!" Satria interjected again, rubbing his stomach in a mock gesture of hunger.

"Can we just free her and move on? I'm starving now," Satria whined, clearly uninterested in another long monologue.

"Can you at least listen-"

"Skip!"

Fatalis glared at him, her frustration mounting. "At least let me finish my-"

"Skip!" Satria said, interrupting again, which made Fatalis lose her cool.

"No! NO! You will not skip me, young man! I have important matters to discuss with you, IDIOT!" Fatalis roared, her voice filled with fury.

Satria's expression remained calm, but he couldn't help but wonder, "Is she... on her period?" His poker face remained unmoved as he processed the situation.

Naruto, watching the exchange between the two, sweatdropped. "These two have a deep connection, huh?"

Fatalis, now furious, pointed a large claw toward Satria and advanced toward him, her face inches from his.

"You know what? I'm getting sick and tired of your nonsense! You're a troublesome brat, but at least show some common courtesy and listen to what this lady has to say. Nod if you understand your fault, little puppy."

Satria, slightly terrified, nodded meekly, "Yes, ma'am."

"Good boy~" Fatalis purred. "If I ever catch you skipping another one of my majestic speeches, I'll make sure all your girls find out about all the embarrassing and stupid things you do. Understand?"

Satria's face turned pale. "No! Please don't do that, Fatalis-sama! I'm sorry for offending such a great being like you!" He quickly begged for mercy.

Fatalis smiled smugly, enjoying his discomfort. "Very well~ I accept your apology."

Naruto, clearly annoyed by the comedic exchange, finally spoke up. "Excuse me, but can we proceed with the task at hand?"

"Sorry, Naruto-san, but can you free me? The sealing technique is beyond us, and it's too complicated for us to figure out. I'd be forever in your debt if you can free me from this place," Fatalis asked, her tone shifting to one of sincerity.

Naruto nodded, cracking his knuckles. "Leave it to me."

As a member of the Uzumaki clan, Naruto was a seal master. He examined the seal holding Fatalis in place, carefully studying the intricate design. After a moment of concentration, he began to understand how the seal worked.

He formed the necessary hand seals and activated the Uzumaki insignia, which appeared on every side of Fatalis.

"Third step: Unchained Formation!" Naruto shouted, and the insignia began to glow brightly. The seal holding Fatalis started to melt away as the fire element within the technique scorched the bindings.

"Flame Purgatory!" Naruto chanted, his chakra and magical energy working in unison as the fire engulfed the seal, burning away every restraint.

"Aghhhhh!!!" Fatalis howled in pain as the flames seared through her body. Despite being a dragon of fire, the technique still inflicted significant damage.

Finally, the seal disappeared entirely, and Fatalis was freed. Naruto breathed heavily, exhausted from the effort. That technique took a lot out of me... he thought. "Who the hell came up with this seal?"

Satria quickly placed a hand on Fatalis' body, using his Cosmo Force to heal her. A green hue enveloped her form, soothing the wounds caused by the fiery purge.

"Satria? Wait... I'm free! Yay!!!" Fatalis cheered, her mood instantly lightened. She ran around in circles, grinning at Satria. "Thank you! You've kept your promise."

Satria smiled warmly. "You're welcome. Nothing makes me happier than seeing my partner happy."

Suddenly, Fatalis was engulfed in flames, her form shifting as her dragon body morphed into a beautiful woman. She now had long purple hair, black horns, and enchanting scarlet eyes. Her figure was undeniably alluring, with a body that seemed to defy gravity.

Satria groaned. "Of course, you can turn into a beautiful girl too... Here we go again, more trouble."

Fatalis smirked, stepping closer to him. "Remember what I said before? You should be honored to have the great Fatalis accompany you on your adventures from now on, my precious boy."

Without warning, she kissed him, pulling him into a deep French kiss. Satria, caught off guard, didn't resist as Fatalis took her time to enjoy the moment.

Naruto, standing off to the side, could only blink in confusion. "Are they forgetting about me?"

After a long, passionate kiss, Fatalis pulled away with a satisfied smile. "Wow! You must take responsibility for this lewd action against my sexy lips."

Satria, with a teasing grin, replied, "I guess I'll have to, huh? What do you want from me now, Fatalis?"

Fatalis chuckled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Sure, no matter what happens, we're sticking together forever. Take care of me from now on, my love."

Naruto, still speechless, raised an eyebrow at the bizarre duo. "I... uh, guess I'll just leave you two to it then."

And with that, Satria, Naruto, and their newfound companion Fatalis, now in human form, prepared for the next phase of their journey.

To be continued...