What if Naruto was Trained by Sosuke Aizen

Naruto sat in his small, dimly lit room, a book open in front of him. His eyes scanned the pages, but his mind was elsewhere. Today had been a pivotal moment in his carefully laid plans. He had exposed his "Bloodline Limit" to the world, knowing full well the consequences it would bring. But he was confident that the higher-ups of Konoha, particularly the Third Hokage, would not see him as a threat. Instead, they would view him as a valuable asset—a tool to be honed and used for the village's benefit.

Over the years, Naruto had meticulously crafted an image of himself as the embodiment of the Will of Fire. He studied diligently, helped villagers despite their cold stares, and always put Konoha's interests above his own. His perseverance and dedication had not gone unnoticed. The Third Hokage, in particular, had taken a keen interest in his development. Naruto knew that no matter how calculating or cold-hearted those in power might be, they were still human. Their judgments could be swayed by emotions, and Naruto had played his part perfectly.

This was the essence of formalism—showing others what they wanted to see. It was a performance, a carefully orchestrated act designed to win trust and loyalty. Naruto had mastered it. He had moved the Third Hokage, and perhaps even himself, with his unwavering dedication to Konoha. His love for the village, his willingness to sacrifice for its sake—it was all part of the act. And it had worked.

Now, with the revelation of his "Bloodline Limit," Naruto had added another layer to his carefully constructed persona. To the untrained eye, his abilities seemed limited to illusions—manipulating light and water to create distractions. It was powerful, yes, but not overwhelmingly so. The Third Hokage would see potential in him, but not enough to view him as a threat. Instead, Naruto would be seen as a weapon to be sharpened, a tool to be wielded for Konoha's benefit.

But Naruto's true abilities were far more terrifying. Kyoka Suigetsu's power to manipulate the five senses was absolute. Once someone had witnessed its release, their perception of reality would forever be under Naruto's control. This was the true extent of his power, and he had no intention of revealing it—not yet.

Naruto closed the book and set it aside. He washed up briefly and lay down to sleep, his mind still racing with thoughts of the future.

The sound of dripping water echoed in Naruto's ears as he awoke in a familiar yet alien place. The sky above was a deep, endless blue, and the air was cold, each breath visible in the frosty atmosphere. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky, dusting the jagged cliffs with a thin layer of white. Naruto stood at the edge of a precipice, the wind howling around him, threatening to pull him into the abyss below.

This was the sealed space where Aizen Sosuke resided.

"It's been a while since I've been here," Naruto murmured, his voice barely audible over the wind. He turned his gaze to the highest point of the cliff, where a figure sat motionless, unaffected by the raging storm.

"Mr. Aizen," Naruto called out, his tone respectful.

Aizen opened his eyes, his gaze calm and penetrating. He looked at the snow-covered landscape before him, a faint smile playing on his lips. "It's not often one gets to see such a beautiful sight in a place like this," he remarked, his voice smooth and composed.

He turned his attention to Naruto, his expression unreadable. "Naruto, it's been a long time."

"Yes, it has," Naruto replied. "I've mastered the basics of Kyoka Suigetsu and some of the elementary Kido techniques."

Aizen's eyes softened, a hint of pride in his gaze. "Time flies so quickly," he said, almost to himself. "Your progress is remarkable. In just a few years, you've achieved what others might take a lifetime to accomplish."

Naruto remained silent, allowing Aizen to continue.

"But tell me, Naruto," Aizen said, his tone shifting slightly. "What is your goal? What do you truly seek?"

Naruto didn't hesitate. "To transcend everything—to stand above the world and control my own destiny."

Aizen studied him for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "Is that truly your goal, or is it mine?" he asked, his voice gentle but probing.

The question caught Naruto off guard. He had always admired Aizen, emulating his demeanor, his ambitions, even his way of thinking. But now, faced with the question, Naruto realized how much of his identity was shaped by Aizen's influence.

"You've become a reflection of me," Aizen continued. "But you have your own potential, your own path. To truly stand in the sky, you must find your own beliefs. Only then will you be worthy of being my equal—or perhaps, my rival."

Naruto awoke in his bed, the words of Aizen echoing in his mind. He sat up, his thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and clarity. He walked to the window, pulling back the curtains to gaze at the starry night sky. Konoha lay silent beneath the stars, but Naruto knew better. Hidden in the shadows were ANBU operatives, their chakra signatures faint but unmistakable. They were there to protect him—or perhaps, to keep an eye on him.

He felt a pang of disgust, not just at the surveillance but at the system that made it necessary. Ninjas were tools, their lives dictated by the whims of those in power. Naruto had no desire to be a pawn in their game. He wanted freedom—the freedom to explore the world, to uncover its secrets, and to shape his own destiny.

As he closed the curtains, a sense of determination settled over him. He no longer wanted to imitate Aizen or anyone else. He would forge his own path, one that led beyond the confines of Konoha and the ninja world. He would gain the power to transcend it all, to stand above the chaos and control his own fate.

This was his goal—not Aizen's, not Konoha's, but his own. And he would stop at nothing to achieve it.