Everyone's on the Same Side

"Ye, did you see that?"

Kushina's fingers tightened further as her gaze locked onto the street below.

"That kid is wearing a Konoha forehead protector!"

Following the direction she pointed, Ye nearly laughed out loud behind his mask.

Sixteen-year-old Uzumaki Naruto was currently being chased through the streets by Anrokuzan's puppets.

The Konoha prince who had fallen into the Ley Line from the future was running so hard his hair was practically standing on end.

On the entire street, only Ye could connect this blond boy with the baby back home.

Yet there was not the slightest hint of anything unusual on his face. He merely coughed lightly and deliberately put on a puzzled expression.

"That is indeed our village's forehead protector, but where did this brat come from?"

"With that amount of Chakra, how many pills did he eat to grow that much?"

Kakashi crouched on a pipe beside them, and some seriousness finally appeared in his dead-fish eyes.

"Do we have someone like him in the village?"

Watching Naruto's clumsy hand signs, his brow twitched slightly.

"Judging by his style, he looks like some fringe Genin who never received proper training."

Kakashi's hand settled on the hilt of the White Fang Short Sword as his gaze swept over Naruto's bloodstained pant leg.

"But he can definitely take a beating."

Ye curled his lip and looked back down.

"Who cares what he grew up eating? Keep watching, and that kid is really going to get chopped into mincemeat."

On the street, Naruto's steps had already begun to grow heavy.

The wound on his right leg had been scalded by steam, and the burning pain shot straight into his head.

Sara was still slung over his shoulder, her legs kicking wildly in the air as she kept yelling for him