2 MONTHS LATER
Naruto was training hard. After a long talk about his father and mother with Jiraya and how Naruto found out about them, he was absolutely determined to become Hokage.
Thankfully his memories settled down, so now he had the normal amount of thoughts in his head again. But they also left him with a bunch of extra skills he hadn't had before.
The older Naruto had spent a lot of time working on the basics, so he didn't learn many new Ninjutsu, but older Naruto had created something that he thought was very cool.
Something called Rasenshuriken, but it was much harder to use that in older Naruto's memories, Pervy Sage had said something about an 'imbalance in the Spiritual and Physical energies', but the only thing Naruto took away from that explanation was that he needed to train more before using it.
Jiraya said a lot that he didn't understand once Naruto told his story, something 'all the dates time limes' or something, Naruto stopped paying attention to his words pretty quickly.
But as he felt his body getting heavier and heavier, he let himself fall onto the soft grass he had been doing pushups on.
He turned around towards the sky, and took a deep breath.
"HEY! EVERY CLONE! STOP TRAINING!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.
Slowly but surely, all the Narutos in the field started disappearing into puffs of smoke.
The memories rushed into his head, man, even if older Naruto hadn't learned many Jutsu, he sure was awesome.
And since he combined with older Naruto, that meant he was awesome too!
"You youngsters sure are energetic." A raspy voice interrupted his musings, he turned around to see a middle-aged man walk up to him. "You know, I used to be able to train like you when I was younger."
Naruto looked at him curiously.
But the moment he looked into his eyes, he fell asleep instantly.
"Wow, they really don't make Shinobi like they used too, eh boss?" A white skinned head popped out of the ground.
"Stop talking and get ready, we don't have much time." The middle-aged man commented, the Transformation Jutsu around his body slipping off.
Obito Uchiha quickly pulled up the boy's shirt and placed his hand on his stomach.
His Rinnegan glowing as he focused on the Tailed Beast inside it, slowly pulling out some of its Chakra.
On his other arm, seals lit up, absorbing the Chakra he had stolen, the moment a seal filled up, the White Zetsu beside him would peel it off and replace it with a new one.
After what felt like an eternity, Obito took his hand off Naruto's stomach. He was trembling, his regeneration not enough to counteract the Kyubi's corrosive Chakra.
White Zetsu gathered the stacks of seals full of Chakra and handed them over to Obito, who quickly disappeared in a swirl of darkness.
Obito had to be quick in transferring the Chakra into the Gedō Mazō, normal seals would never hold Tailed Beast Chakra for long.
Inside Naruto, a certain fox raged, he recognized that Chakra and those eyes, Kurama didn't think his hatred for Mito Uzumaki could be surpassed, but this new enemy easily took the top spot.
The same person responsible for controlling him 12 years ago, now with the same eyes as his Father, stealing his power.
But no matter how hard he slammed himself against his cage, he could not break free, trapped in his prison.
He would calm down eventually, and he would start plotting, he despised humans, a bunch of disgusting animals spitting on his Father's legacy.
Kurama hated humans, every single one of them.
But he would rather spend another 100 years in a damp sewer than let the bastard with the Rinnegan get away with anything.
Even if it meant speaking with the blond idiot who was currently his warden.
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1 MONTH LATER (3 MONTHS INTO THE TIMESKIP)
Zabuza was standing in front of the prospective Templars, they were the first batch, which meant they were the very best. The first batch was always an example to the rest. And to date, the only to carry the title of Templar was Zabuza himself.
Although Zabuza was convinced that he only got the title due to him being the head of the Military Wing, even if Hikari kept trying to convince him otherwise, he was not faithful enough to The Watcher to be called a 'Templar'.
But these men were, each one having gone through and passed rigorous mental and physical tests. They had the respect of their peers, and the drive to push themselves forward.
These were the people who would lead the Order to victory if war ever came knocking at the gates.
"Listen up!" He shouted. "I don't want to hear any bullshit about being unfit for this position, you have been chosen for your skill and faith, the Watcher Himself would not have called you here if you did not deserve to be!"
The five prospective Templars looked on in silence, their eyes focused on Zabuza's words.
"You know what you signed up for, a life of fighting and training, with a lot of boring shit in between, but let this be known, if I see anything less than perfection from any of you, I will personally break every bone in your body. Is that understood?"
Even with the full force of Zabuza's Killing Intent pressing down on them, they all barked out an affirmative response at once, Zabuza nodded in satisfaction.
"Good, then go receive your blessings."
They marched into the large stone building, each one ready to step forward for their god.
Zabuza stayed outside, he knew the process of receiving a Templar Blessing was a deeply personal thing. Every blessing, a distillation of what a person was and believed in.
He would check them over to make sure they were alright afterwards, and then a day or two to let them adjust.
But after that?
Zabuza grinned, then he would establish the pecking order, it had been awhile since he last cut loose.