Chapter 31: The Invitation(1)
The scroll in Naruto's hand felt like a live thing. The parchment was smooth, the ink dark and precise, but the words seemed to pulse with a quiet, threatening energy. Do not be late. It wasn't a request. It was a command wrapped in the bland language of bureaucracy.
Jiraiya snatched the scroll back, his eyes scanning the words again as if he could change them by force of will. His face, usually so expressive, had settled into hard lines. "Annex 7. That's not Intelligence Division. That's a Root front. A clean room in a dirty building." He crushed the scroll in his fist, the paper crackling in the quiet courtyard. "He can't just summon you like a dog. Not while you're under my watch."
"He just did," Naruto said, his voice calm. He was looking at the spot on the wall where the kunai had struck. The throw had been perfect, silent. A demonstration of skill, and of reach. They could touch him here, in this supposed sanctuary. The message was clear: your new walls are just paper to us.
Jiraiya turned on him, frustration boiling over. "This isn't a theory to debate, kid! This is Danzō. You walk into that annex, and you might not walk out. Or you walk out different. They have seals, techniques... ways of bending minds. Making tools." The raw fear in his voice was new, and it made the night feel colder.
Naruto met his gaze. "If I don't go, he wins. He proves I'm disobedient, unstable. It gives him the excuse to use more force next time. To come here with official backing." He paused, thinking it through as he spoke. "If I go, I see what he wants. I learn the shape of the room. I give him nothing he can use."
"It's a trap!"
"All of Konoha is a trap," Naruto replied, and the simple truth of it hung between them. "This one just has a sign on the door."
From the shadows of the engawa roof, a voice drifted down, lazy and flat. "He's not wrong, Jiraiya-sensei."
Kakashi dropped soundlessly to the ground beside them, his hands in his pockets. He looked at the crumpled scroll in Jiraiya's fist. "Annex 7. Second sub-basement. Soundproofed. No official floor plans. If you scream, no one hears." His single eye shifted to Naruto. "You understand what that means?"
Naruto nodded. He knew. He knew more than Kakashi could guess. He knew about the Hexagram Seal, about the empty, obedient vessels Root desired. "I understand."
"Then you're a fool if you go," Kakashi said, but there was no malice in it, just a cold statement of fact.
"I'm a fool if I think hiding will make him stop," Naruto countered. He looked from Kakashi's dead-eyed stare to Jiraiya's stormy expression. "He wants to measure me. To see if the tool is worth keeping, or if it needs to be... recalibrated." He used their language, the cold language of tools and assets. "I have to let him take his measure. And I have to make sure he measures wrong."
Jiraiya was silent for a long time, staring at the ground. The anger seemed to drain out of him, leaving behind a deep, weary resolve. He knew the game. He'd played it for decades. "What's your plan?" he asked, the question heavy with reluctance.
Naruto had been building it since he read the scroll. "You can't come. Your presence is a threat, a challenge. It changes the test. He needs to see me alone." He ignored Jiraiya's immediate protest. "Kakashi can't come either. But you can be close. You know the area. You know the building."
"I know the ventilation shafts," Kakashi offered, his tone suggesting he'd used them before for less official business.
Naruto nodded. "Good. If I'm not out by a certain time, you come in. Not as rescuers. As a diplomatic incident. Jiraiya-sensei, you burst in demanding to know why your apprentice is being detained without your knowledge. Cause a scene. Make it political. Danzō hates political light."
Jiraiya rubbed his forehead. "It's risky. If they're quick, they could..."
"They won't be quick," Naruto interrupted. He felt a strange certainty. "He'll want to talk. To assess. To probe. The mind comes before the seal. He'll want to see what he's working with." He thought of the cold, calculating man from his memories of the story. Danzō was a strategist. He valued intelligence. He would want to study the anomaly first.
"Kid," Jiraiya said, his voice rough. "You can't outthink a room full of people who have been doing this since before you were born."
"I don't have to outthink them," Naruto said. He finally took the crumpled scroll from Jiraiya's hand, smoothing it carefully on his leg. "I just have to be something they can't understand. Something that doesn't fit in their boxes. You said it yourself. What I did on the cliff was a statement. Tomorrow, I make another one. I am not a tool. I am a problem that gets worse when you poke it."
The night deepened around them. The plan was set, fragile and dangerous. Jiraiya spent the next hour drilling Naruto on mental defensive exercises, basic but vital walls to keep in his thoughts. Kakashi left and returned with a rough sketch of the Annex 7 building, pointing out potential entry and exit points with a detached, professional air.
When Naruto finally went to his new room, sleep was a distant idea. He sat on the thin futon, the sandalwood comb in his hand. He ran his thumb over the teeth, feeling the familiar grooves. A thing that was just a thing. A point of calm.
He wasn't afraid. The feeling he examined was sharper, colder. It was the focused clarity of walking onto the cliff ledge. A problem had been presented. He would solve it.
The System was quiet. It had no data for this.
He lay down as the first grey light of dawn touched the window. He closed his eyes, not to sleep, but to steady himself. To become still, like the deep water before a stone drops.
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Author Note:The chapter ended up being too long, so I split it into Part 1 and Part 2.Part 2 will be posted in about 30 minutes.
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