The first day of the march passed in a tense, uncomfortable silence.
The Forest of Death was no place for trivial conversation. Every crack of a branch, every whisper of the wind through the leaves, was a potential threat. They moved like a fractured unit, nine people bound together only by the need to survive.
The formation, however, was impeccable. A silent demonstration of the logic that had been imposed upon the chaos.
Hinata and Karin took point. The Hyuga's white eyes swept the terrain in an almost 360-degree arc, piercing the undergrowth, detecting the slightest anomalous chakra flow. Beside her, Karin walked with a contained nervousness, her hands sometimes trembling, but her senses were spread out like an invisible net, searching for the presences and life signatures the Byakugan might overlook.
Sakura walked in the center. Her own chakra threads, fine and almost imperceptible, slithered across the ground around her, a tactile radar that informed her of every loose root, every stretch of unstable terrain, every trap hidden at ground level. Her face was a mask of concentration.
Kiba and Akamaru patrolled the left flank. The ninken's sense of smell and the Inuzuka's aggression were their first wall of defense against a direct assault. On the right flank, Shino moved like a shadow, his kikaichū insects acting as a second wave of silent reconnaissance. Choji, Shikamaru, and Ino covered the rear, a trio whose familiarity was their greatest strength.
And then there was Sasuke Uchiha.
He had no place in the formation. He moved ahead of everyone, sometimes scouting beyond Hinata and Karin, other times lagging behind to watch the group from a distance. He moved like a lone piece, refusing to fit in.
"My legs are gonna rust if we keep up this pace," Kiba's voice was a low growl, a complaint that broke the monotony of the march. "We could get to the tower by tomorrow if we just hurried up a bit."
"Haste is the quickest way to fall into an ambush," Shino replied from the other side, his voice so flat and analytical it seemed part of the forest's murmur. "The reason for this is that unnecessary energy expenditure reduces our stamina for crucial battles. Patience is a resource."
Kiba snorted but didn't argue. Shino's logic was as crushing as it was boring.
Ino, walking a few steps behind Sakura, finally worked up the nerve. She sped up slightly to walk beside her. The movement was clumsy, unnatural for her.
"Hey, Sakura…"
Sakura turned, surprised. She had been so focused on her sensory net that she hadn't felt her approach.
"Yeah, Ino?"
"That punch you threw… against the one from the Sound." Ino swallowed, pride battling curiosity in her throat. "How… how did you focus so much chakra into your fist without blowing your own hand off?"
The question was purely technical. There was no trace of their usual rivalry, only the raw need to understand. Sakura watched her for a moment, seeing the genuine determination in her eyes.
"Control," she answered simply. "It's not about how much force you use, but where you apply it."
Ino nodded slowly, processing the answer. It wasn't enough, but it was a start. She stayed by her side, silent, watching.
Sasuke saw it all from a distance. He saw Ino, his most devoted admirer, completely ignoring him to seek Sakura's advice. He saw the new girl, the redhead, stuck to the Hyuga as if she were her shadow. The orbits had shifted, and he was no longer the sun.
"Pathetic," he hissed to himself, and quickened his pace, moving even farther away from the group.
The first night, they found shelter in a small cave hidden behind a poisonous-looking vine. A small fire crackled in the center, its light dancing on the genin's tired faces. Choji shared some of his most prized rations, a gesture of generosity that broke some of the tension. Kiba and Shikamaru took the first watch at the entrance. Sasuke sat in the farthest, darkest corner, his back to everyone.
"Hey," Ino's voice was a whisper, directed at the circle of kunoichi that had naturally formed. "Aren't we going to train a little? We can't just sit on our hands."
Sakura and Hinata exchanged a look. Ino's proposal was an opportunity.
"You're right," Sakura said. "But we can't do anything flashy in here."
"It doesn't have to be," Hinata intervened softly. She looked at Karin, who had remained silent, watching them with curious eyes. "Karin-san, your ability to sense chakra… can you control it at will?"
Karin flinched, surprised to be addressed.
"I… yeah, more or less. It's mostly an instinct."
"Instinct can be trained," Hinata said. "If you want… I can teach you a basic exercise to stabilize your flow. It will help you focus your perception."
Karin nodded with a fervor that bordered on devotion. Ino, seeing her chance, moved closer.
"Don't look at me like that. If I'm going to get through this, I need to improve my control. My jutsu depends on it. Is there room for one more?"
Sakura smiled.
"Always."
The circle closed. The four kunoichi sat together, away from the fire and the boys' gazes. It wasn't training with punches or jutsus; it was an exercise in silence and concentration. Hinata guided Karin through a meditation to feel her own chakra, to differentiate it from others. Ino practiced concentrating her energy on a small stone, trying to move it with her mind—a fundamental exercise of her clan that she had always neglected.
And Sakura… Sakura practiced healing. She made a small cut on her finger with a kunai and, under the watchful eyes of the others, placed the fingertips of her other hand over it. A faint green light emanated from her hand. The wound, small but bleeding, slowly closed before their eyes.
"Incredible…" Ino whispered, her blue eyes wide with amazement.
"It still drains me a lot," Sakura admitted, feeling the energy drain. "But it's better than last time."
After their training, while they pretended to rest, Karin's curiosity finally got the better of her.
"Hey…" she began, her voice barely a murmur. "Sakura-san said your other teammate's name is Naruto, and that he's also an Uzumaki. What's he like?"
Sakura sighed, a mix of exasperation and something softer.
"He's an idiot. Loud, annoying, and only thinks about ramen."
Hinata, however, smiled. It was a small, almost secret smile, illuminated by the fire.
"He's… very persistent," she said. "He never gives up, especially when it comes to his friends."
The dual answers painted a simple and strangely complete portrait of the absent boy. Karin nodded, a thoughtful expression on her face. A persistent idiot. For some reason, the description felt familiar.
From his corner, Shikamaru opened one eye. He hadn't seen the details, but he had felt the chakra fluctuations. The green glow of healing. Ino's concentration. Hinata's unnatural calm. And he had filed it all away in his mind under the label: "troublesome."
On the second day, the tension could be cut with a kunai. They were resting by a stream, refilling their canteens. Sasuke, as usual, had gone off to train by himself. He stood in front of a tree and activated his Sharingan. The world turned red, every leaf, every drop of water, defined with painful clarity. He tried to hold it, to push his limit, but the headache and chakra drain were brutal.
"Dammit…"
Just then, a bright green viper dropped from a branch above, directly toward the group.
Sasuke saw it. His Sharingan captured every detail of its descent, the tension of its muscles, the perfect trajectory. He was about to throw a kunai.
But Hinata was already there.
She didn't move with speed. She simply appeared. Her hand shot out and caught the snake behind the head with a calm that defied the situation. The movement wasn't a reaction; it was an interception. She had acted before the threat was even a threat to the others.
"Be careful," she said, her voice steady as the snake writhed uselessly in her grip. "Its venom is paralyzing."
She released it into the stream and watched it swim away. To Kiba and Choji, it was an incredible display of reflexes. To Sasuke, it was a slap in the face. His Sharingan, the pinnacle of perception, had been surpassed by… something he couldn't define. It wasn't speed. It was certainty.
He waited for his moment. When Sakura and Hinata moved a short distance from the group to speak privately, he intercepted them.
"What are you two doing?" His voice was low, restrained, but it vibrated with a cold fury.
Sakura turned, unintimidated.
"Talking, Sasuke-kun. Something you should try… with others."
"Don't play games with me," he hissed, stepping closer. "Ino follows you like a shadow now, and the redhead won't leave the Hyuga's side. You've turned them into your little squad. What's your objective?"
"There is no objective," Hinata replied, her voice firm, without a hint of doubt. "We just want to get stronger. Together."
"I don't believe you," Sasuke said, his black eyes fixed on them, the single tomoe of his Sharingan visible for an instant. "There's something you're not telling me. And I'm going to find out what it is."
He turned and left them there, his frustration now crystallized into a new obsession. It wasn't just about power anymore. It was about influence. About control. And they were taking it from him.
On the third day, the tower was a dark silhouette rising above the treetops. The goal was near. Exhaustion was a weight on everyone's shoulders, but they were on high alert.
It was then that the team's coordination shone at its brightest. A complex trap, a network of explosive paper bombs camouflaged with a genjutsu, stretched across the path.
"Stop," Hinata's voice was a quiet command.
"I feel chakra threads ahead," Sakura confirmed instantly. "They're connected to explosive tags."
"Karin-san," said Hinata, "can you sense the one who set them?"
"No," Karin answered, concentrating. "Whoever it was, they're long gone. They left the trap and left."
The way they disarmed it was a work of art. Shino sent a small cluster of insects to devour the paper bombs without activating them. Sakura used her own chakra threads to cut the trap's physical wires from a distance. And Hinata, with her Byakugan, guided every move to ensure there were no surprises. They did it in under a minute, in complete silence.
A short time later, after clearing the last stretch of forest without further incident, they found themselves at the gates of the tower, exhausted but with both scrolls in their possession. Shikamaru, who had watched the entire maneuver without a word, approached Sakura and Hinata as they checked a map one last time.
"What a drag…" he began, his voice lazy. "Your coordination is illogical."
Sakura and Hinata looked up, expectant.
"Your growth isn't linear; it's exponential," he continued, his eyes narrowed as he analyzed them. "Nobody goes from being a good academy student to… that… in a single mission. It's illogical. And the way you move together… it's like you share a mind. You don't communicate; you synchronize. That isn't teamwork, it's something else."
He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in.
"I don't know what your secret is," he said finally, looking them directly in the eyes, "and frankly, I don't want to know, because it sounds too troublesome. I just know one thing: a team that depends on a power its strongest member doesn't understand…" he shot a discreet glance toward Sasuke, who was watching from a distance, "is an unstable team. And instability in this forest gets you killed. Be careful."
He turned away with a final, "what a drag," and rejoined his team, leaving them in a crushing silence. The warning hadn't been an accusation; it had been a diagnosis. And it was devastatingly accurate.
They looked at each other. Their secret, their strength, was also their greatest weakness. It was the factor that was breaking the alliance from within.
From a distance, Sasuke had heard it all. He saw Shikamaru's look, saw the reaction on Sakura's and Hinata's faces. The paranoia that had been consuming him for three days finally solidified into a cold certainty.
He wasn't crazy. Something strange was happening. And he was at the center of it, without understanding a single thing.