The threat revealed itself gradually.
Not with explosions or invasions, but with whispers—ancient clans stirring, sealed texts resurfacing, forgotten names spoken again in cautious tones. A faction calling itself Shūen, devoted to the belief that peace born from unity was an aberration.
"They believe bonds weaken power," Shikamaru explained during a late-night briefing. "That love makes leaders controllable."
Sakura's mouth curved into a humorless smile. "Then they've learned nothing."
Naruto's gaze hardened. "They're wrong."
But as reports stacked higher, Naruto felt it again—the familiar pull between protecting the village and protecting the person who mattered most to him.
That night, Sakura sensed it immediately.
"You're afraid they'll use me," she said, not asking.
Naruto nodded once. "I won't let them."
She cupped his face firmly, forcing him to meet her eyes. "You don't get to decide that alone. I am not your weakness, Naruto. I am your choice."
His breath hitched.
And in that moment, whatever doubts lingered inside him burned away.