The silence in the Forest of Death was deceptive.
It wasn’t the absence of sound, but the overlapping of too many. The buzzing of fist-sized insects, the rustling of leaves that could conceal prey as well as predator, the constant drip of moisture on the undergrowth. It was an accumulation of sounds that made the skin crawl.
"We're moving too slow," Kiba's voice was a low growl, a vibration of impatience that broke the fragile calm. "This place gives me the creeps."
Akamaru, poking his head out from inside his partner's jacket, let out a pitiful whimper of confirmation, his small nostrils twitching.
"Fear is a constant variable in this environment," Shino replied, his figure almost camouflaged among the tree shadows. "Logic dictates that discretion is the priority, not speed. Moving fast announces our position to any team with a competent sensor. Sound and movement are beacons for a predator."
"Shino's right," Sakura intervened, her voice a sharp but firm whisper. "We gain nothing by running blind. Every step has to have a purpose."
She walked in the center of the group. Her chakra threads, now an almost subconscious extension of her being, slithered across the forest floor, feeling out the terrain in a twenty-meter radius. She felt the vibration of roots, the movement of worms underground, the texture of bark. It was her web, her tactile map of the world. Watch your step, Kiba, there’s a loose root to your left, she thought, but said nothing. He had to learn to see for himself.
Sasuke, walking on the right flank, isolated by an invisible barrier of pride, stopped. His hand rested on the kunai pouch on his thigh.
"Stop chattering. You're making us an easy target. Your constant murmuring gives away our position. Do you want the whole forest to know where we are?"
His voice was cold, sharp. He wasn't addressing anyone in particular, but the air, the universe that forced him to depend on this motley crew.
It was then that the team's two sensors reacted in unison.
Karin, who was walking near Hinata as if her serenity were a refuge, stopped dead in her tracks. Her glasses, one lens cracked, slid down her nose.
"Wait..." she murmured, her face paling. "I feel something. Far away, to the east. Multiple chakra flows. They're... erratic, violent. They're... clashing. It's a fight."
Hinata didn't need the warning. She was already there. Her pearly eyes, veins pronounced from the activated Byakugan, were fixed on the distance, piercing through the dense foliage as if it didn't exist.
"She's right," she confirmed, her voice losing all its timidity and taking on the tone of a battlefield commander. "Three... no, six chakra signatures. A kilometer away. A team of three is cornered. Their energy flows are erratic; they're on the verge of collapse. The other three are stable, aggressive. They're hunting."
Kiba tensed, a predatory grin spreading across his lips. Boredom vanished, replaced by adrenaline.
"Action! Finally! Who are they? Can we steal their scroll?"
Hinata didn't look away, her face a mask of concentration.
"They're from Konoha. I can see their headbands. The cornered team..." her voice tensed, an almost imperceptible hint of concern coloring her professional tone, "is Team 10. Ino-san, Shikamaru-san, and Chōji-san."
The mention of their academy classmates changed the atmosphere completely. Kiba's thrill of the hunt faded, replaced by instinctive worry. Sakura felt a cold pang in her chest. Ino? In trouble? Despite their rivalry, despite the jabs and arguments, the thought of something happening to her was... unacceptable. She was a comrade from her village. She was her rival. No one else had the right to hurt her.
"And the others?" Sakura asked, her voice urgent.
"I don't recognize them," Hinata replied. "Their headbands... they have the symbol of the Sound Village."
Sasuke clicked his tongue, a sound of pure irritation.
"The Sound. The ones who interrupted us in the classroom. Pathetic. A bunch of overconfident thugs."
"They're losing," Hinata continued, her voice now a cold, precise tactical report. "The girl, Ino-san, is pinned to the ground. Chōji-san is trying to protect her, but he's taking too much punishment; his chakra is dangerously low. And Shikamaru-san... his shadow is being countered by sonic waves. They don't have much time left."
"Then let's go!" Kiba shouted, about to break into a run, loyalty to his comrades overriding every other consideration. "We can't let them take down our classmates!"
"No."
Sasuke's word was like a slab of ice. It wasn't a suggestion; it was an order. He turned to face the group, and for the first time, his frustration manifested as a cold, brutal logic that silenced even Kiba.
"Have you all lost your minds? Intervening is the stupidest move we could possibly make."
Sakura stood before him, her green eyes blazing with a fury he hadn't seen in a long time. It wasn't the childish anger of their academy days; it was the cold rage of a kunoichi.
"Stupid? Letting our comrades die is stupid to you?"
"It's tactically reckless," he retorted, his calm sharper than any shout. "Think about it. We don't know the Sound team's abilities. We would reveal our position, our alliance, and most importantly, our own capabilities for a team that has already proven itself incompetent. A team that let themselves get cornered."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over each of them, lingering an extra moment on Hinata and Sakura.
"We would reveal the new skills we have. We would waste chakra on a fight that isn't ours, for a scroll we might not even need. It's an unnecessary risk. In this exam, they aren't our comrades. They're our competition."
The words, so cruel and so logical from a purely strategic standpoint, left Kiba speechless. But Sakura didn't back down. The secret mission Naruto had entrusted to her burned inside her.
"Naruto gave me a mission, Sasuke-kun," she said, and the mention of their absent teammate was like a blow. "Protect the team. And they are part of our team! They are Konoha ninja! To abandon them is to betray the village! It's to betray everything we're supposed to stand for!
"Naruto is a sentimental idiot who isn't here," Sasuke spat, the name of his rival leaving his lips with contempt. "His ideals aren't going to keep us alive. My logic will. His absence is proof that we can't afford to be weak. He's a coward."
"Well, your logic sucks!" Kiba cut in, finding his voice, his pack loyalty overcoming the intimidation. "I'm not going to stand here while Ino and the others are slaughtered! Akamaru and I are going, with or without you! A wolf doesn't abandon another from the pack when the hunters are near!"
"Impulsiveness is as dangerous as inaction," Shino analyzed, taking a step forward, his dark glasses reflecting the tension. "However, intervening presents a tactical advantage that Uchiha-san is not considering. If the Sound team is strong enough to defeat Team 10, they are a direct threat to us later on. The probability of a future confrontation is high. Eliminating them now, while they are distracted and have expended energy, is a strategic opportunity to remove a powerful rival at a minimal cost. It is a risk-benefit equation."
Shino's logic was flawless, and for a moment, Sasuke seemed to hesitate. The argument of eliminating a future threat appealed to his pragmatism. But it was Hinata who delivered the final blow.
"This isn't a matter of logic or risk," she said, her quiet voice silencing the argument. "It is a matter of duty. We are a team, even if it's improvised. And our duty is to protect our comrades. We do not abandon our own on the battlefield. Ever. That is the difference between being a shinobi and being a simple killer. We wear this protector," she said, touching the metal on her forehead, "as a symbol of that promise. Naruto-kun understands that. I understand that. And if you don't understand it, then you don't understand anything about what it means to be a ninja of Konoha. I am going."
She turned and began to walk in the indicated direction, not waiting for a reply. Her action was a statement. Kiba and Shino followed without hesitation. Karin, who had remained silent and scared, looked at Sasuke, then at Sakura, and followed the group. Loyalty, for a survivor like her, lay with the stronger pack, and in that moment, strength didn't emanate from Sasuke's isolated fury, but from the united conviction of the others.
Sakura looked at Sasuke. They were alone. The space between them was a chasm.
"You decide, Sasuke-kun. Are you a shinobi of Konoha, or just a murderer who only cares about himself?"
She turned and ran to catch up with the others, not waiting for his answer. She left him alone, with his wounded pride and the undeniable truth of his isolation. With a snarl of pure rage, Sasuke followed her, a furious shadow swallowing his own logic in favor of a much deeper need: not to be left behind.
They arrived just in time to witness the end. The scene was a picture of desperation. Chōji was on his knees, his body covered in cuts and bruises, his Partial Expansion Technique deactivated from exhaustion. He formed a human shield in front of an unconscious Ino on the ground. Shikamaru was trapped, his shadow pinned by a burly man with a strange device on his arm, Dosu, which emitted a sonic vibration that caused him visible pain. Beside him, another Sound ninja, Zaku, held his palms open, strange pipes embedded in them, aimed at Chōji. The third, a kunoichi named Kin, held a senbon just inches from Ino's throat.
"It's a shame, Yamanaka," Kin said, her voice a cruel taunt. "Your jutsu is interesting, but useless if you can't move your body. Now, sleep forever."
The needle began to descend. Chōji screamed, helpless. Shikamaru closed his eyes, unable to watch.
BOOM!
A deafening roar shook the clearing. The ground beneath Kin's feet disintegrated from a brutal shockwave that threw her through the air like a rag doll, far from Ino. The earth cracked, the trees shuddered, and a rain of dirt and rocks fell upon them.
In the center of the newly formed crater, standing with her fist still smoking, was Sakura Haruno. Naruto's power burned in her veins, a righteous and controlled fury. Her entrance hadn't been stealthy; it had been a statement.
"Get your hands off her."
The Sound team's surprise lasted a second. Dosu, the leader, reacted with impressive speed.
"Zaku, take care of her! Kin, immobilize the others! I'll handle the sensors!"
"Not so fast!" Hinata's voice echoed, clear and authoritative, from the shadows. "Sasuke, to your right! Zaku is going to use an area attack!"
Sasuke, whose Sharingan was already active, didn't need to be told twice. He saw the chakra concentrating in Zaku's palms with terrifying clarity.
"Zaku, now!" Dosu ordered.
"Zankūkyokuha!" Zaku yelled, unleashing a blast of air pressure and sound that ripped through the clearing and tore the bark from the trees.
But the attack hit empty air. Sasuke had already moved, a black blur that anticipated the trajectory.
"Kiba, Shino, flanks!" Hinata commanded.
Kiba and Akamaru, already in motion, appeared in Zaku's blind spot, a whirlwind of animal instinct.
"Gatsūga!"
The tornado of claws and fangs struck Zaku in the side, disrupting his technique and throwing him off balance. At the same time, Shino's insects, a silent, black swarm, clung to the pipes in his arms, clogging them.
"My tubes! I can't...!" Zaku shouted, trying to shake off the insects in a panic.
Kin, having recovered from the shock, threw a shower of senbon with bells toward Shikamaru and Chōji.
"Auditory genjutsu!" Sakura warned, having already anticipated the tactic.
An invisible, precise thread of chakra snagged a tree branch above Kin and pulled. A shower of leaves and twigs fell on her, a crackling sound that broke the monotony needed for her genjutsu. The illusion wavered, losing its power.
"Sasuke, now's your chance!" Hinata shouted.
Sasuke moved like lightning. His Sharingan read Dosu's every move. The Sound leader tried to strike him with his sonic gauntlet, the vibration distorting the air, but Hinata's prediction was faster.
"Dodge left and attack low! His right guard is open!"
Sasuke obeyed, his body moving with an efficiency that surprised even himself. Instinct and command merged. He slid under the sonic attack and his kick connected with Dosu's knee, making him stumble with a crack of bone.
The team's coordination was flawless. Hinata, with her Byakugan, was the strategist, reading the battle two seconds into the future and relaying orders. Sasuke was the main offensive force, executing every command with lethal precision, his pride momentarily eclipsed by the overwhelming effectiveness of teamwork. Sakura controlled the battlefield's rhythm with her threads and devastating strikes, while Kiba and Shino created openings and disrupted the enemy's tactics from the flanks.
Kin, furious at the interruption of her genjutsu, launched herself directly at Sakura.
"I'm going to rip that pretty face off!"
Sakura saw her coming. She didn't retreat. She waited, her mind as cold as ice.
"Three meters, two, one... now!"
A chakra thread pulled taut on the ground, and Kin tripped. The fall was clumsy, but it was enough. Sakura met her with a single blow. It wasn't a chakra-infused punch, but a precise, anatomical strike to the nerve in her shoulder. Kin's arm went limp. Before she could scream, another strike to the back of her neck, with just the right amount of force, knocked her unconscious.
Zaku, with his pipes clogged and Kiba biting his leg while Akamaru clawed at his face, was completely neutralized. Only Dosu remained.
The Sound leader looked around. His comrades, defeated. And before him, a team of six genin moving as a single being. His arrogance vanished, replaced by a cold understanding. He was finished.
He attempted one last, desperate charge at Sasuke, the target he had been ordered to eliminate. It was his only obsession.
But Hinata stood in his way.
The weight of her promise and the determination to protect her friends were channeled into a single movement. Her face was a mask of lethal serenity.
"Hakke Sanjūni Shō!"
Her hands became a blur. Two palms. Four palms. Eight, sixteen, thirty-two. Each strike was a precise seal, a closure on Dosu's chakra network. The Sound leader couldn't even scream. His body convulsed, every chakra point blocked with surgical precision, and he fell to the ground, unconscious, his chakra system completely shut down.
The silence that followed was absolute, broken only by the ragged breathing of the victors.
Shikamaru looked around, at his defeated enemies, at his saviors. Then he looked at Hinata, standing serenely at the center of it all.
"How troublesome..." he muttered, but for the first time, a genuine smile of admiration graced his face. "Really troublesome."
Ino began to wake up. The first thing she saw was Sakura's face leaning over her. The instinctive reaction was hostility.
"Billboard Brow... What...?"
She stopped. She saw the Sound ninja, defeated. She saw her own team, safe. And she saw the new strength in Sakura's eyes, a confidence she had never seen before.
"How?" she whispered, the question heavy with the weight of a lifelong rivalry. "You... you were never this..."
Sakura didn't smile arrogantly. Her expression was weary, mature, as if she carried the weight of a much longer battle.
"It's the weight of a duty, Ino."
Ino touched her forehead. She noticed a small cut, probably from the fall, dripping blood onto her eyebrow.
"You're bleeding."
"Don't worry," Sakura said.
She placed her fingertips on the wound. A soft green light, warm and comforting, emanated from them. The cut closed before Ino's astonished eyes, leaving no scar. The sensation was one of pure vitality.
"What... what was that?" Ino stammered, touching her now-unbroken skin. "That's... high-level medical ninjutsu."
Sakura stood up, turning her back to join the rest of the group, who were already searching the Sound ninja for their scroll.
"Naruto asked me to look out for you," she said, her voice barely a whisper carried away by the wind, leaving Ino with a confusion deeper than any wound. "He said friends look out for each other."
The old rivalry didn't die in that instant. But it transformed. In the devastated clearing, under the watchful gaze of a confused Uchiha, something new was born. A respect forged in steel and blood. The alliance between the two teams, sealed by a power they didn't understand, had been solidified.