Kushina Uzumaki The Sage Of The Yuri Path

The early morning streets of Konoha were abuzz with chatter. Groups of villagers gathered in the market, their voices low but animated as they whispered rumors about Sayuri Arata, the mysterious woman who had adopted Naruto Uzumaki. The accusations spread like wildfire, fueled by Root operatives planted by Danzo Shimura.

"I heard she's not even from here," a shopkeeper muttered, leaning over his counter. "They say she appeared out of nowhere with all that wealth."

"Did you hear she's trying to turn Naruto into a weapon?" a woman whispered, her face pale. "It's unnatural, raising him like that."

Another villager shook her head. "I heard she bribed the Daimyō with illegal money. Who knows what she's hiding?"

Unbeknownst to them, Sayuri Arata—the alter ego of Raven (Kushina)—was strolling nearby with Naruto in tow. Disguised as always, her amber eyes scanned the crowd, and her lips pressed into a thin line as snippets of their conversation reached her ears.

"Yuumi," she murmured under her breath, addressing the hidden fox accompanying her, "it's Danzo. No one spreads rumors this specific without an agenda."

"Obviously," Yuumi replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "The man's got nothing better to do than send his minions to gossip like old hens. What's the plan?"

Sayuri glanced down at Naruto, who was clutching a milk carton upside down and babbling happily. "First, we deal with him." She gently took the carton from Naruto, flipping it right side up. "Naruto, look at this. This date means the milk is fresh. Fresh is good. Expired is bad."

Naruto blinked up at her, tilting his head. "Fresh?"

"That's right," Sayuri said, smiling. "Now, remember—if it's expired, don't drink it."

Naruto nodded earnestly, then attempted to drink the milk carton—with the cap still on. Sayuri sighed, prying it from his hands. "Close enough."

Yuumi chuckled softly. "At least he's not drinking expired milk anymore. Progress."

Meanwhile, in the shadowy depths of Root's headquarters, Danzo Shimura paced his office, his cane tapping against the floor. Reports from his operatives lay scattered on the desk, detailing the rumors they had successfully spread.

"She's gaining too much influence," Danzo muttered. "Her wealth, her reputation, and her connection to that boy… it's dangerous."

One of his subordinates, kneeling before him, spoke cautiously. "The rumors are spreading, Lord Danzo. Many villagers are beginning to question her motives."

"Good," Danzo said, his visible eye narrowing. "But it's not enough. We need more. Accuse her of espionage, of manipulating the Daimyō. Make her seem like a foreign threat."

The subordinate hesitated. "The villagers… they seem more focused on her popularity as an author."

Danzo's cane struck the floor with a sharp thud. "That ridiculous Yuri Paradise nonsense? It's filth. How can such drivel hold any sway over the people?"

"Her fans are… passionate, my lord," the subordinate admitted. "They seem to defend her at every turn."

Danzo scowled, his frustration mounting. "Then crush their loyalty. Spread whispers that her books are subversive, that they undermine Konoha's traditions. Turn her readers against her."

Back in her home, Sayuri was already planning her counteroffensive. Sitting at her desk, she wrote an anonymous letter to her fan clubs, carefully crafting the narrative.

To all those who believe in the strength and independence of kunoichi, I write to you not as an author, but as someone who values truth. Certain parties are attempting to discredit me, your humble creator of Yuri Paradise, with baseless rumors. But we know better, don't we? A strong woman does not back down in the face of lies. Let us stand together and prove that slander has no place in Konoha.

She sealed the letter and handed it to one of her puppets, a tiny bird crafted from chakra-infused wood. "Distribute these to the clubs," she instructed. "And make sure they reach the right people."

Yuumi, lounging nearby, smirked. "You're really using your book fans as a weapon?"

"Never underestimate the influence of Yuri Paradise," Sayuri said with a grin.

The response was immediate. Within hours, groups of women—ranging from housewives to elderly grandmothers—gathered in the market square. Many held banners or signs adorned with slogans:

"Protect the Author of Yuri Paradise!"

"Respect Women, Respect Sayuri!"

"Naruto Deserves a Loving Mother!"

One particularly fierce older woman stormed up to a Root operative attempting to spread more rumors. "How dare you insult the creator of such empowering literature?" she shouted, brandishing a broom. "Yuri Paradise changed my life!"

The Root agent tried to retreat, but he was quickly cornered by a group of equally enraged women. "Sayuri is a treasure to this village!" one yelled. "And you're just jealous of her success!"

Yuumi, watching from a hidden perch, burst into laughter. "You've turned a bunch of grandmas into an angry mob. Danzo's probably losing his mind right now."

Sayuri smirked, leaning against a nearby wall. "Sometimes, all you need is a little public support."

In Root's headquarters, Danzo was indeed losing his mind. Reports flooded in about his operatives being chased out of the market by broom-wielding mobs.

"How is this happening?" he growled, slamming his cane against the floor. "How does a book about… women bonding have this much influence?"

A subordinate cleared his throat nervously. "It seems her readers are very loyal, Lord Danzo. They view her as a symbol of strength and independence."

"Fools," Danzo muttered, pacing. "The village's values are eroding. If this continues, we'll lose control."

Back at home, Naruto was happily splashing in the bathtub, his laughter echoing through the house. Sayuri knelt beside the tub, holding a leaf. "Alright, Naruto. This is your next lesson. We're going to practice chakra control by balancing this leaf on your forehead."

Naruto grabbed the leaf eagerly, his eyes shining with excitement. "Okay, Mama!"

Carefully, Sayuri placed the leaf on his forehead. "Now focus. Keep it still with your chakra."

Naruto furrowed his brow, his tiny hands clenched in concentration. The leaf wobbled slightly, then slipped off and floated into the water. Determined, he tried again, this time losing his balance and toppling face-first into the tub.

Bubbles rose as he flailed, and Sayuri quickly pulled him out, wrapping him in a towel. "We'll call that progress," she said with a chuckle.

Yuumi, perched on the sink, laughed. "At least he didn't try to drink the bathwater this time."

The next day, Danzo stormed into the Third Hokage's office, his frustration boiling over. Hiruzen Sarutobi looked up from his paperwork, his expression calm but tired.

"Danzo," Hiruzen said evenly, "what is it this time?"

"We must take Naruto back from that woman!" Danzo demanded, slamming his cane against the desk. "Sayuri Arata is dangerous. She's manipulating the people, exploiting her influence—"

"She's caring for the boy," Hiruzen interrupted, his tone firm. "The Daimyō has decreed the adoption legal. There is nothing more to discuss."

Danzo glared, his eye blazing with anger. "She's destabilizing the village. If we continue to let her—"

"This discussion is over, Danzo," Hiruzen said sharply. "Sayuri Arata is Naruto's mother, and I will not allow you to interfere."

Danzo's grip on his cane tightened. "You'll regret this decision, Hiruzen Sarutobi."

With that, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

That evening, Sayuri sat by the window, watching Naruto sleep peacefully. Yuumi appeared beside her, curling up on the windowsill.

"You handled Danzo pretty well," Yuumi said. "But he's not going to stop."

"I know," Sayuri replied, her Rinnegan flickering faintly under her disguise. "But for now, Naruto is safe. And as long as I'm here, no one is taking him from me."

Yuumi smirked. "And if they try?"

Sayuri's lips curved into a sly smile. "Let's just say I've got a few more tricks up my sleeve."

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