Naruto 11

After that display, the three of them continued on.

Even as the recovered from their dumbstruck state, the two new ninja found themselves listing off the various capabilities which they themselves had. For Sakura this turned out to be an utterly encyclopedic knowledge of battlefield theory, positioning, weapons and counter strategies which could be utilized from multitudes of scenarios which were played out based on weaponry, armor, and skill. It if had been in any of the genin training manuals or even some of the more advanced text books, Sakura had seen it.

The share depth of her theoretical knowledge was nothing less than astonishing.

She swelled with pride when Sasuke himself had mentioned it.

Sasuke however, he was far more focused. High end Taijutsu training had taken him far, his body primed to learn practically anything he wanted. When it came to actual techniques however, Sasuke it seemed had concentrated on learning mainly the Uchiha branch’s special ‘Grand Fireball’, a powerful singular ‘anti-crowd’ attack as well as several other fire natured techniques which were part of the Uchiha suite.

Also not wanting to be completely shown up by Naruto, Sasuke grudgingly mentioned his family’s own bloodlimit, the Sharingan eyes.

It was only afterwards that Naruto would broach the subject of his training idea.

“Come on it’s got a point to it! I swear I’m not just pulling your legs.” Naruto pleaded as he swung his legs while sitting on the table. All around him the clones which remained did random things with each other, playing games, and generally acting as if they were having a grand ole time. “I’m serious. I’ve gotten really good at henge you know, and it took a lot of studying and finding all the right ways people move and look and how they react even in small ways.”

“So you learned to henge better b-by watching people get naked… y-you’re an even bigger perv than I thought you were.” Sakura spluttered as her eyes grew wide, arms crossing her chest as she guarded herself from his gaze.

“Oh come on Sakura, you think I’m interested in your washboard?” Naruto rolled his eyes as he lied though his teeth. She’d been his crush long enough that curiosity naturally coursed through him at the thought of seeing her stripped. Just as much as the desire to do so to Sasuke also seemed to rise within.

“And you want Sasuke to strip too...” She made a dismayed face at the thought.

“It’s not like we have that much of a choice Sakura.” Sasuke interjected with a light sigh, even as he began to shuck his shirt off from his lithe form. “Or at least I don’t. I made that bet fair and square, so Naruto gets to tell me what to do for the rest of the night. But you know Naruto, I hope this ties into what we’re supposed to be doing for the night.”

A wide grin crossed the youth’s face as his skirt flipped against the table where he was seated. “Look, I have a plan for tomorrow that’ll help almost no matter what kind of test he tries to give us. But all we need to do is make it convincing when with our shell game. So good henge is pretty mandatory.”

“And therefore the perv gets to perv at us.” Sakura folded her arms and frowned, even as she snuck a peek at Sasuke as he continued to undress. “Well I’m not gonna... Sasuke-kun agreed to do it but I didn’t say that I would. I just agreed with Sasuke-kun that you couldn’t have been telling the truth. I bet you still aren’t.”

“Oh come on Sakura. Don’t be like that.” Naruto whined, several Naruto’s whined… ok that was seriously disconcerting.

Sakura cold barely look at the ‘real’ one in front of her straight, much less the multiple variations who lounged about almost aimlessly. This was supposed to be the best day of her life. And in some ways it had been... and yet here was her new team mate and he was just… just so utterly strange.

She sighed.

“Then what’s this ‘plan’ of yours?” She asked, still peeking at Sasuke’s leak muscular body from the side of her eye.

“It’s simple. Whatever he wants us to do, it’ll make it easier if he thinks we’re all each other. If how he reacts to each of us will be off by a bit, and will give us all openings to get at him. And better yet, I wanna practice having my clones Henshin into clothes… so that BLAM! All of us can carry a few at a time and spring them on him!” Naruto replied with joyful gesticulation, his wide grin prominent upon his foxy face.

“… that sounds kinda dumb.” Sakura countered with her face deadpanned. “Even if he doesn’t account for the possibility at all... you’re talking about getting the jump on a JONIN. This sounds nothing like a good idea.”

“By itself no.” Sasuke interjected, now stripped all the way to his underwear and trying his hardest to continue looking cool despite the notable glances from his fangirl team-mate. “But I can see where it could be a useful supplement to an actual plan.”

That assessment, it seemed, shut Sakura right up.

“See Sakura, it’s not supposed to be a whole plan. Just enough of one that we can make a real plan using it.” Naruto nodded emphatically, before jumping down from his table and walking right over to Sasuke. His eyes scanned up and down his masculine teammate as he nodded his head, then without warning, also began to shed his clothing.

Sakura’s eye went wide.

“See, I’m not going to ask you all to do anything I wouldn’t.” Naruto grinned, his own body fully on display. Taunt, lithe muscle dominated his look as sharply golden locks of hair spilled over his shoulders to a feminine effect. Sasuke too could not help but stare.

Especially since he’d also abandoned his underwear and was looking at the black haired boy in a silent expectation for him to do the same.

Sakura was mortified, she’d never seen a naked boy outside of a medical text before. And here she was on the eve of her new life as a ninja being tantalized and titillated by the boy she loved and the boy who made her head spin with his strangeness and perversion. She couldn’t help but remember the earlier kiss, the erotic scene of it playing out now in her head with the figures replaced by these two now naked young men.

Oh god… he was turning her into a pervert too...

“Ahh… Sakura? Sakura? You alright over there?” Naruto asked, noting as she turned a brilliant tomato red.

“I...” She faltered, licking her lips as she wondered silently why not? Why not just get naked with the boys? It wasn’t a plan that was terrible after all, Sasuke said so, and the more she stared the more inviting the idea of casually being naked with her teammates seemed. Naruto’s perv infection had deep roots, and they were getting all into her, she couldn’t help but think.

It was a surprise to both boys when she too began to remove her garments, shirt, shoes, skirt... until she stood simply in her panties before them, Naruto launching a beaming smile before pulling both of them into a hug of comradery.

“See, that wasn’t hard. Now we just need to get a good look at each other and have some of my clones make the changes.” He grinned while turning each of them around so that they all faced each other. “We can start with the Henge. How about you try turning into Sasuke, Sakura?”

With that Naruto took her hand, pushing her towards the dark haired, very naked, youth as her face turned a further red.

“Make sure you look at his complexion, every dimple and imperfection. You know the little things people could notice that really make up a face. I found that what really gives away an otherwise perfect henge is being too perfect and not including all the little imperfect things that really make people unique.” Naruto continued sagely, grinning as Sakura nervously reached out fingers drawing across Sasuke’s face as she concentrated, trying to take in its every feature, studying it as if reading a book.

Her heart raced within her chest at the opportunity, fear of doing something wrong hammering away at her like nothing else ever had in her entire young life.

“Relax…” Behind her Naruto stood cooing intimately into her ear, his thigh pressed against hers as he reached out to take her hand in his and guide its motions. Beneath her fingers Sasuke’s skin trembled, his heart also beating in nervous anticipation. “Take him all in… look at every bit of him. Become Sasuke…”

She nodded, words failing her as she did as bid... eyes tracing every bump and ridge, every tiny imperfection and pore that she could identify. A small mole by his hairline, the slight unevenness of his brow, every detail rendered lovingly to her memory as she focused on the task.

Dog.

Boar.

Ram.

With a tiny puff of chakra she changed, her breath hitched as she looked down at herself before bolting to the nearest mirror. She’d done it! She was looking into Sasuke-kun’s deep black eyes, into a face which should have been her own. Every tiny bump and scar which existed upon it noted as she marveled.

“Wow… that’s actually really good. Now try to pitch his voice just right.” She turned towards him as Naruto congratulated, a still Very naked Sasuke standing right beside him blatantly staring at her… or rather his own, very naked duplicate.

She was just about to open her mouth and try… when an outcry came from one of the clones as it rushed back into the room with them.

“We totally forgot… Sakura’s mom is outside! She’s got food and is headed in right now!” One of the clones cried out even as a look of dire mortification spread across ‘Sasuke’s’ face. The real deal looking himself hesitant.

“Hide!” Was the next word out of each Naruto’s lips as he assessed the situation… likely every clone coming to the same conclusions at once. “I’m going to be impersonating all of us to you mom and trying to get her to leave... in the meantime though we have to get somewhere she won’t find us till then.”

It was nothing less than a mad scramble as the three practically dove for the nearest closet, sequestering themselves together away from prying eyes as they heard the strange interplay of voices. Each of their own, all coming from the mouths of others. It was almost surreal, especially the way in which all three of them were forced to practically rub up against one another as the three clones outside pretended that they’d been caught in the middle of exercises.

Nice innocent, innocuous things… very unlike the almost euphoric strangeness of their naked ‘get to know each other’ session.

Sakura couldn’t help but wonder how she’d let herself be talked into such things.

But the feeling of both boys beside her...

Her racing pulse did not calm, not even after her mother had left. And certainly not as they continued further on before the night was at a close. By the time they were done, she knew more of boys than all the anatomy charts had ever told her. And the blush that painted her face just would not leave it.


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The next morning was somewhat awkward. The realization of what they’d spent the night doing still sinking in and being digested. Though it hadn’t been as bad as Naruto had worried. Mostly it was Sakura who tried to play it cool, all the while fidgeting and blushing at the lessons learned, and close call made.

 And yet… there was a certain comfort there.

Sasuke had seen it all that she’d had to offer without worrying comment or rejection. A fact which circled about within her mind, for both the positives and negatives which it potentially entailed. And yet, the strangeness of it was gone from her, burned away by the incandescent blush which had been all night.

Wearing Naruto was still strange none the less.

Over the course of the night, they’d worked out strategies, spoken about scenarios, and tried their best to seem cool and level headed even as they sat naked with each other. With experimentation it seemed that it was easiest to transmute the clones into singular solid items, their nature as already chakra constructs allowing them to surpass some of the usual limitations which Henge techniques had in handling the mass and volume of an object.

Sakura of course knew the exacting calculations which expressed these relationships... calculations that neither of the boys seemed eager to hear or themselves do.

Never the less, each one of them left the house that morning with multiple tools, implements and single piece worn objects, which were infact clones in disguise.

They arrived early, each one bouncing in restrained excitement for the events of the day.

Three hours later Kakashi arrived.

“Sorry I’m late. Had to help an old lady cross the road you know.” The faceless man smiled with one eye as his students all called lie to his words. It was interesting, the last half hour of observing them unveiling a strange dynamic of both trust and embarrassment.

It seemed that the little baby birds had been colluding together in the nest.

It was a cute little first step to actual teamwork, but he fully intended to stretch whatever this bond that had formed over the night to its limits. Just as his sensei, and his sensei before him had done to students of the past. No matter how much the Hokage and council wanted him to do this, it would be done his way or not at all.

“So I suppose we should get it started.” He cheered as he pulled a pair of bells out from his pocket. “Now then… this golden pair are your aim for the day. Each of you cute little fledglings needs to get one of them away from me. Whoever has one by the end of the session gets to be a Ninja. I’ll send the one who doesn’t back to the academy. Aren’t I nice?”

He couldn’t help his own smile as the three youth’s frowned before then popping a book from his pocket and resting up against a tree.

“We’re here until your time is up. But don’t worry. I don’t expect any of you to pass.”

The three looked at each other.

The challenge was set.




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