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Name: Aki Raiden
Affiliation: Formerly Kumogakure (now Rogue)
Age: 15
Mastered Natures: Lightning, Wind, Water, Ice
Nature Affinity: Universal
Kekkei Mora: Nativity of the God Tree (NGT), Byakugan
Ōtsutsuki Transformation: 35%
God Tree Fusion: 45%
Level: Jonin (officially), but Kage-level in combat
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"As for the rest of you…" Aki paused, a smirk playing on his lips. He had a few cool missions in mind—and some chaos to sow.
He turned to the clone already transformed into a tall, silver-haired girl with clear, glacial eyes.
"Assume the identity of an Ice Release shinobi. Your task? It's to learn and improve Ice Release Jutsu, once you think its enough or the Akatsuki declare war dismiss yourself."
Aki relayed his first important mission to a clone, hearing his words the female clone responded, "Call me Helen." With that she body flickered away.
Narrowing his eyes to the clone transformed into a middle-aged man with a scar across his face. Aki's tone turned serious.
"Your mission is most important of them all, go to Konoha, hide, if you get discovered dismiss yourself, I'll send another clone.
What you have to do is to learn Taju Kage Bunshin No Jutsu (Multi Shadow Clone Jutsu) after Naruto steals it.
And if for some reason Naruto doesn't do it, you replace him and put the achievement of defeating Mizuki on him. Once done dismiss yourself."
The clone aka Shadow dismissed himself upon receiving instructions. Now you might wonder why Aki was giving instructions to the clones, its his copies they should know what Aki wants them to do.
Well, he is doing this for the audience watching him from another dimension. Now let's get back to Aki.
He turned his attention to the final clone, the only one that didn't use transformation jutsu.
"Your job is to impersonate me," Aki said. "It'll make it easier to keep my Seiken identity separate from Aki."
Then he added, "But before you go… show me the biggest Rasengan you can manage."
"On it," the clone said, stepping forward with a grin.
He raised his hand, and chakra began to gather rapidly—twisting, compressing, and spinning into a tight sphere.
It started small, about the size of a ping pong ball, then quickly expanded to a baseball. In seconds, it reached basketball size. Still growing.
The Rasengan kept ballooning, now comparable to a yoga ball—except this one buzzed with dangerous energy, like it might tear reality if mishandled.
But it didn't stop there.
The sphere kept growing, warping the air around it with raw chakra pressure. Aki had to lift his arm fully above his head just to keep holding it up.
Finally, it reached its limit—roughly the size of a Hokage's head on the monument carved into the mountain in konoha. Massive. Intimidating. Beautiful in a terrifying kind of way.
The final clone flickered away in a flash after hearing his instructions. Aki or Seiken was now alone there.
Aki decided he would refrain from entering the rain village to approach the Akatsuki until he had the Multi-Shadow Clone Jutsu, which he was expecting to acquire very soon.
Six to eight months later.
The night air was cool against Naruto's skin as he approached the Hokage's tower. The village around him was silent—windows dark, streets empty. It was late. Too late for anyone to see what he was doing.
His heart thudded against his ribs, not just from nerves, but from something deeper. Anticipation. Fear. Hope.
He was here to steal scroll of seals on Mizuki's prompt. In hopes to finally learn a jutsu that will let him graduate.
It sounded like cheating. It was cheating.
But Naruto didn't care anymore.
He was sick of the stares. The muttering. The way people looked through him—or worse, looked at him like he wasn't even human. Failing the Clone Jutsu three times wasn't the real reason he felt like he didn't belong.
It just gave them an excuse to say it out loud.
So now he'd take a shortcut. Break the rules, just once, and finally prove that he deserved more than pity or silence.
The next moment, he was gone.
And when he returned—barely a few minutes later—he moved with more urgency.
Slung across his back was a thick, tightly bound scroll. It looked heavier than it should've been.
He didn't stop. He didn't look around. Just sprinted toward the forest, away from the tower, the rooftops, and the weight of the village behind him.
Somewhere, deep in the woods, the truth was waiting.
He stopped and opened the scroll and with an unprecedented focus, something Naruto had never achieved before. He read the contents of the scroll, unaware of a shadow that was following him and read the scroll with him.
The shadow memorized the content of the jutsu with due focus as well. Once he was sure he remembered it.
Shadow was very surprised that Naruto still needed to steal the scroll, but timeline not diverging at this moment was a big help.
Before it dismissed itself, the clone did one last thing, during the chaos that ensued in persut of Naruto, it hid a scroll in Naruto's house and then disappeared in a puff of smoke.
The clone or Aki really wanted to see the events of first chapter unfold in front of his eyes but his cautious nature came in the way as he preferred missing the show over getting discovered.
Seiken was sitting on a stone hill in mountain graveyard, still on his way to the rain village. He had just stopped to rest from his swordsmanship training when memories flooded his mind.
"Finally." A grin of triumph lit up his face.
The fatigue vanished. His aching arms? Forgotten.
This wasn't just a technique.
This was THE technique.
Without hesitation, he stood. His hands moved instinctively, forming the seal he had memorized for years. His chakra flared, perfectly controlled, precisely tuned.
"MULTI SHADOW CLONE JUTSU"
Aki shouted his lungs out saying the words he always wanted to. It resulted in entire canyon getting filled by clones. You could see clones of Aki filling the vision no matter where you directed your sight.
The mountain range answered with silence—then exploded into motion.
Clones erupted across the landscape in waves. They spilled into the canyons, layered the cliffs, and filled the open valleys below. Every ledge, every slope, every shadow now held an Aki Raiden—standing poised, identical, watching.
There was no end in sight.
Wherever the eye looked, it was met with a reflection.
Not hundreds.
Not thousands.
Just… endless.
"Oh my god, that's way too many… I expected to summon more than Naruto, but this is another level."
Aki finally felt that his plans could begin. He grew as much he had with help of normal clone jutsu and nerfed genes.
Now with the biggest cheat of the Naruto verse, he was equipped with every right to outclass any character in existence. This was without considering the fact, he was soon to unlock more powers from Kaguya.
'Am I becoming a monster?' The realization struck and brought a smile at Aki's face.
Controlling his excitement, Aki dismissed the clones and calmed himself down. "Canon has officially begun, so is the time to join the Akatsuki."
"But before that, lets continue assigning jobs to clones." Aki thought to himself.
Aki summoned the clones once again using the MSCJ (Mutli-Shadow Clone Jutsu). This time it was a silent summon, no shout or moving lips. Just a handsign and a sea of clones appeared in sight.
Aki assigned them different jobs, dividing them into squads of 100 clones each. Some squads goal was to earn money while some were assigned the task to invent jutsu. There was a squad responsible for jutsu improvement using Byakugan as well.
Some squads were to infiltrate different villages to steal or acquire jutsus. This ensured that the Byakugan's ability to read through memories will be using to the maximum.
"This ability alone should've made the Byakugan superior to the Sharingan. Why the hell did no one ever use it like this in canon?"
Aki thought for a while than came up with an answer on his own, "So what if they did? Its not like it improves their fighting power directly like the Sharringan or its evolutions."
Aki thought that he got it until another thought threw that out of the window, "but then again, you could steal jutsu much better than Sharringan by reading memories."
"What the hell, wait target have to be immobilized before you can read memories so there is a limit. Only reason I can think of is the dilution of the dojutsu. It probably wasn't as good as a memory reading device should be."
"Anyway, time to move." Feeling like he had wasted enough time, Aki used tenso no jutsu on himself and instantly arrive near entrance of the rain village skipping the Tenchi Bridge along the way.
Aki's feet touched down softly on the slick, rain-slicked stone at the outskirts of the Rain Village. The sky wept in a steady rhythm, the drizzle soaking his clothes within seconds. He took a breath—misty, cool—and stepped forward without hesitation.
He didn't bother hiding his chakra.
If the Akatsuki were worth joining, they'd sense him coming before he ever knocked.
But apparently, they had other plans.
Three shinobi emerged from the shadows of a rusted overpass—clearly not official Rain-nin. Their movements were casual, but their eyes were sharp. Mercenaries, judging by the mismatched gear and the faint scent of blood clinging to their clothes.
The one in the middle stepped forward, hand on his blade.
"State your business. No one walks into the Rain uninvited.
"I'm here for the Akatsuki," he remained indifferent.
That was enough.
The leader raised his hand—signal to attack.
Two moved immediately, vanishing into flickers of motion.
Aki sighed, annoyed more than alarmed.
His hands moved to the swords at his hips.
The left blade came free first—a whisper of metal sliding against scabbard.
He sidestepped the first attacker, slicing across the man's chest splitting him in two. No wasted energy. No theatrics. The man hit the ground before his kunai did.
The second came in from behind, fast, aiming for a vital. Aki's right sword came free with a spin—he pivoted, dropped low, and sliced the tendons behind the attacker's knees before thrusting through his chest in a single flowing movement.
The third began backing away, panic rising in his chakra.
Aki sighed, "idiot," as he used flash step, disappearing from his place.
One step, and the man's body collapsed with a single red line across his back—delivered with a flash-draw and resheath that he wouldn't even remember in the next life.
Aki exhaled as the last body hit the stone.
"Let that be my calling card."
He cleaned his blades on the nearest fallen cloak and sheathed them with deliberate calm.
The rain fell heavier now, as if trying to wash away the violence.
Aki stepped deeper into the Rain's border zone. The structures loomed taller, steel and iron reaching up like broken fingers into the storm. He felt chakra signatures start to converge in the distance.
Someone had noticed.
Good.
Not long after, on the broken concrete plateau overlooking one of the deeper ravines outside the city a figure waited for him.
Lean. Blonde. Smirking.
A clay pouch rested at his hip.
Deidara.
"Gotta say," the artist called out, tossing a tiny clay bird into the air lazily, "not many people get this far. You killed three of our gate dogs. Bold."
Aki stopped ten meters from him.
"I didn't come to sneak in."
"No, clearly," Deidara said with a wide grin. "And you said you're here for the Akatsuki?"
"To join the Akatsuki, to be specific. Yes, I did."
Deidara's grin stretched wider, like someone who'd just been handed a very fun toy.
"Oh, that's adorable," he chuckled. "You think you can just walk in, say the magic words, and join the most dangerous organization in the shinobi world?"
"I figured I'd show you instead."
That wiped the grin off Deidara's face—replaced by something sharper. Cold. Curious.
"Then let's see your definition of 'show.'"
He raised his hand, and the clay bird in his palm twitched, growing wings midair.
"Art," Deidara said, as it began to glow ominously, "is an explosion."