The Nine-Tails incident left the Hidden Leaf Village in shambles. Smoke still lingered in the air days after the battle, the scent of scorched earth and blood deeply embedded into every stone and rooftop. The casualty count was overwhelming—dozens of elite Shinobi, seasoned Jōnin, had lost their lives defending the village. The price of peace had never felt so steep.
Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage, bore the weight of those lives on his shoulders. His eyes were sunken with exhaustion, his hands trembling not from fatigue, but from the emotional toll of organising the grand funeral that would honour the fallen. It wasn't just about paying respects—it was about holding the village together, binding the spirit of the people through grief, remembrance, and unity.
Among the grieving was Enso.
Draped in black, he stood quietly before the Hokage, his voice low and steady as he made his request: to bury his mother, Enya, in the Land of Waves beside his late father. She deserved to rest beside the man she loved, in the land she once called home. The Hokage nodded in solemn approval. "Your request is granted," he said, "but I ask you to stay until the funeral here is done. She is part of Konoha as much as anyone else."
Enso agreed with a silent bow.
Enya was incinerated along with the others, her ashes collected with care, her name etched into the Monument Stone at the Konoha Cemetery—etched in the same solemn stone that held the names of countless heroes. A sea of mourners cloaked in black flooded the cemetery. The air was thick with sorrow, a heavy silence pressing down on the entire village.
Minato's speech echoed across the graveyard, firm but grieving. "We have lost brothers, sisters, comrades… friends. Let their sacrifice be the fire that forges our future."
Enso stood among the crowd, still as stone. His mother was gone, and with her, a part of himself had been quietly buried already. He didn't need anyone's sympathy, nor their praise.
Word spread quickly—Enso had assisted the Hokage in sealing the Nine-Tails, putting his life on the line in a battle most couldn't comprehend. He had been named a Hero of the Leaf, recognised for his valour. Though the title felt hollow in the face of such widespread mourning. People were too broken to cheer. His name was spoken in whispers, etched alongside the names of the fallen. A quiet legend among louder grief.
Three days passed.
The tears had not dried, but life was forced to move forward. A four-man ANBU Team was assembled under direct order from the Hokage to accompany Enso to the Land of Waves, to guard Enso from all harm.
Their journey took two days. The roads were eerily quiet, the forests unnaturally still. Bandits, mercenaries, and rogue ninja kept their distance. The Nine-Tails incident had shaken the world. Konoha had bled, yes—but it had not fallen. The silence on the road spoke of fear. Fear that provoking Konoha now might awaken a wrath that could not be stopped.
Enso remained quiet for most of the trip. His thoughts were on the ocean breeze and the scent of his childhood home.
When they arrived, the Land of Waves welcomed him not as a guest, but as family. The funeral was held on the cliffside where his parents once stood, looking out over the sea together. The turnout was staggering—merchants, fishermen, mothers with children in their arms, every corner of the land had sent someone to pay respects. For the next few days, everyone within the Land of Wave would dress in black in honour of Enya, who once saved and treated their wounds.
Enya, though gone, was still alive in the hearts of the people she'd saved. As a medical-nin, she had healed wounds that medicine couldn't reach, held hands when death loomed too closely, and brought hope where none existed. Her legacy was carved into the people themselves.
The villagers placed flower after flower at the base of her grave, turning the burial site into a garden of living colour. Lilies, roses, wildflowers—every petal a thank you. Local leaders made an unspoken vow: to care for her tombstone monthly, to ensure it was never forgotten, never left to gather dust or overgrowth.
The ANBU agents were stunned. They had known Enya from the name on a list of casualties. But here, in the Land of Waves, she was revered more than most Kage. She had saved lives—countless ones—quietly, and without seeking glory. Here, she was a saint.
"She was… important," one of the ANBU whispered, awe softening the mask they wore. "I didn't know…"
Enso said nothing. His silence was his tribute.
He stayed for three days, honouring his mother not with words, but with action. He reopened her old clinic, the doors creaking as he stepped inside. Dust clung to the ceiling beams, the scent of herbs and ink still faint in the air. He cleaned every shelf, lit incense in the corners, and posted a sign at the front:
"Free Treatment. In Honour of Enya."
Free treatment is not uncommon, as Enya would hold such events once every three months. Even on a normal day, Enya did not excessively charge her patients, and even allowed them to owe her money without charging extra interest.
Patients came quickly—children with fevers, fishermen with cuts, elders with old wounds that hadn't healed right. He treated them all. He asked for no payment. Each bandaged wound was a prayer for his mother's soul. Each patient healed, a promise fulfilled.
For three days, the clinic was alive again, bustling like it had been in her time. For three days, the villagers remembered not only who Enya was, but how far Enso had become.
When the time came to leave, he stood alone by her grave once more. The wind swept in from the sea, cool and gentle, whispering through the trees. He placed a final white flower on her stone, stepped back, and bowed.
"Rest now," he murmured. "I'll carry the rest."
And with that, he turned and walked back toward his waiting ANBU escort—toward the future that still awaited him in the Leaf, where grief still lingered, but so did purpose.
Enso didn't eat for three days straight.
Not out of discipline, nor out of necessity. But grief, heavy and quiet, made everything taste like ash. His body moved on instinct—treating patient after patient, the lines seeming to stretch endlessly around the village square in the Land of Waves. People kept coming, faces blurred by tears and gratitude. He didn't count the hours, nor the meals skipped. The exhaustion was numbing, but in that weariness, he found a strange kind of peace. The relentless work helped calm the storm inside him, if only for a while.
When the third day passed, Enso quietly packed his belongings. The Konoha Anbu—three masked Shinobi dressed in black—stood waiting for him. No words were exchanged. Just a silent nod from their captain, and they began the return journey home.
On their way back, Enso didn't engage in chakra control training. He had no mind for delicate inner workings right now. But his body didn't slow down. Every morning and every rest break, he performed his usual gruelling regimen—intense stretching, explosive acrobatics, bodyweight control, and raw muscle-building exercises that would make even Taijutsu specialists hesitate. Handstand push-ups on tree branches. One-finger pull-ups. A normal sprints along the riverbank at a speed that almost kept pace with the Anbu themselves.
The Anbu who accompanied him on his mission to the Land of Waves watched in awe as Enso performed his acrobatic feats with seemingly effortless precision. Their training was rigorous, but none could match the flexibility, agility, and sheer strength Enso displayed. They couldn't help but wonder how someone so physically gifted could also be so skilled in the delicate and demanding art of medical ninjutsu.
"How does he do it?" one of the Anbu murmured to another, as they observed Enso perfecting his technique. "Not even Tsunade can move like that. And to think he's not even an official medical ninja."
His companion nodded, his expression a mixture of disbelief and admiration. "His chakra control is... perfect. And yet his physical abilities rival those of a Taijutsu master. It's incredible."
They watched in silent disbelief.
"He's... not normal," one of them whispered during a break, watching Enso flip backwards into a perfect handstand before transitioning into slow, controlled push-ups—barely breaking a sweat.
"Medical-nin?" the other question under his breath in disbelief. "He trains like Might Guy on a bad day."
The captain, the oldest among them, remained quiet. But even behind his mask, his eyes lingered on Enso longer than necessary. What truly stunned them, however, was the contradiction. Despite his insane physical prowess, they had witnessed it firsthand—his ability to heal wounds that should have been fatal, his incredible control over chakra. It was a skill that even the most experienced medical ninja could envy.
His surgical accuracy and his near-instantaneous healing Jutsu, along with the ability to concoct antidotes on the spot—it rivalled, if not surpassed, Tsunade of the Sannin. He trained like a war-hardened Taijutsu user, yet wielded the hands of a master healer.
"He's... something else," the captain finally muttered.
Enso barely spoke during the journey and would only give short replies when necessary. The Anbu didn't mind. They understood. Grief, like pain, takes different forms for Shinobi.
Two days later, the Hidden Leaf Village came into view. Familiar rooftops, the towering Hokage Monument, and the ever-bustling marketplace, though quieter than usual, are still recovering from the recent attack.
The Anbu felt a wave of relief.
"Easiest mission we've ever had," one chuckled under his mask. "Escort one guy with no enemies, no threats, and no talking. Kinda peaceful."
As the squad dispersed, Enso made his way home. The house felt hollow, echoing now that both his parents were gone. But duty called—he began rummaging through their belongings. Among the old scrolls and trinkets, he found a chest, locked and sealed with a simple chakra signature—his father's.
The seal broke the moment Enso laid a hand on it.
Inside were scrolls. Dozens of them. Labelled in his father's neat, sharp handwriting.
Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet
Water Release: Water Severing Wave
Water Release: Water Wall
Water Clone Technique
And many more…
Enso's brows furrowed. His father, like himself, was a descendant of Tobirama Senju. A bloodline thick with water-style affinity. It made sense. His father had likely intended for him to inherit these.
Enso was carefully sorting the scrolls by rank and complexity.
He set the water scrolls aside for later, prioritising the jutsu that required no nature transformation. That's when he stumbled upon something else—a scroll containing the Shadow Clone Technique, and even the infamous Multiple Shadow Clone Technique. Enso raised an eyebrow.
"I am not surprised, considering your ridiculous chakra pool," he muttered, imagining his father's expression.
Alongside the clone techniques were others:
Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique—a dangerous, deceptive tool for ranged combat.
Mutually Multiplying Explosive Tags—a truly terrifying trap.
And perhaps most powerful of them all—Bringer of Darkness Technique, a Genjutsu that overwhelmed even the Sharingan with pure darkness. A technique designed specifically to combat visual-based Dojutsu.
He memorised them quickly, his mind a sponge for anything that might help him prepare for what lies ahead. His body may have been grieving, but his soul—his soul was quietly sharpening.
He also discovered his mother's legacy—stacks of poison manuals, antidote recipes, handwritten notes filled with case studies, all organised with her meticulous handwriting. She had also left behind a full set of medical tools—microscopes, glass vials, synthesising equipment.
Enso gently touched the edge of one of her handwritten notes. The ink was faded, but the warmth lingered.
"Thanks, Mom," he murmured.
Later that evening, Enso made his way to the Uzumaki household. He didn't want to eat alone—he was used to helping out at his master's place, where meals were always shared. With Kushina busy caring for the newborn Naruto, Enso quietly took over the household chores, cooking included. Kushina watched him in silence, unsure if she should say anything at all.
Later that night, as they sat by the porch watching the wind rustle through the trees, Minato joined them. The Fourth Hokage, tired but composed, sipped from a cup of tea and turned to Enso.
"I've been meaning to ask you something," Minato said softly.
Enso looked up, waiting.
"During the Nine-Tails incident," Minato continued, "You somehow teleported inside the barrier that was created with Kushina's Adamantine Chain. Not even Hiruzen-sama could breach it. How did you get in?"
Enso's gaze didn't waver. He took a slow breath, the night air cooling his lungs.
"I don't know," he admitted. "I just feel like I can do it, synchronising my chakra into the Jutsu Formula... and the next thing I knew, I was inside."
Minato studied him for a long moment. "You can do that?" Minato asked, his voice steady but tinged with a mix of concern and incredulity.
Enso said nothing. But for the first time in days, a small ember of warmth flickered in his chest.
Enso's declaration of how he had arrived at their location sent a shockwave through the room. Kushina, holding Naruto carefully in her arms, blinked in disbelief. Minato's calm exterior shifted to one of clear surprise.
Enso, unfazed by their reactions, smiles brightly.
There was a long silence as Kushina's eyes grew wide. She couldn't hide the shock on her face. "That Kunai? You… shouldn't have been able to use it. The Flying Thunder God's technique requires mastery over the kunai's mark, something only the user can control... How did you—"
Minato stood motionless, thinking. The thought of someone, especially a child, using the Flying Thunder God technique was almost impossible. But Enso had done it—without hesitation, proving him wrong.
Minato let out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair. "This is... not something I expected. You've done something deemed impossible in history." His voice softened, almost to himself. "This kind of talent... It's unprecedented."
Kushina, still holding Naruto close, shook her head, her expression mixed with awe. "We need to train him well, Minato. His rapid advancement—it's too fast. No wonder Enya decided to leave her peaceful lifestyle."
Minato nodded, understanding her intention, but his eyes never left Enso. "We'll take it slow. He's still just a child, but he's already reached a level beyond what I anticipated. This isn't normal, and it's certainly not something I can ignore."
Kushina exhaled a long breath. "I agree. But he's already proven himself. We have to train him properly. We must guide his growth with a solid foundation."
Minato glanced at his wife, and the weight of their responsibility settled between them. They had made a promise to Enya, to the boy she left behind, and now they had to uphold it. They would take this seriously. No shortcuts. No indulgence. Enso's potential was a gift—and a responsibility—for him and them.
"Alright, Enso," Minato said, shifting his attention back to the boy. "I'll teach you the Flying Thunder God Techniques, but not now, as it's too early for you. You'll need to become a Chunin first. It'll take time. When the time comes, I'll make sure you master it."
Kushina, still processing the unexpected revelation, nodded in agreement. "I'll help you, Enso. We'll start with sealing techniques. But I'll warn you now—there's no such thing as a shortcut in this art."
Over the following weeks, Minato and Kushina's approach to training Enso grew increasingly intense. They no longer saw the boy as a mere student—they viewed him as the child of someone they owed everything to. His progress had been unprecedented, and with that came an overwhelming sense of responsibility on their shoulders. They took their roles as mentors very seriously, ensuring Enso would be ready for the world he was about to inherit.
Kushina, though a loving and gentle woman by nature, found herself pushing Enso beyond what he thought he was capable of. She taught him the basics of sealing, first showing him how to create simple seals. However, the moment Enso carved his first sealing scroll with the Finger Carving Technique, Kushina stood speechless, her eyes wide with amazement.
"You—wait," she stammered, shaking her head as Enso deftly continued the intricate carvings, his hands moving with the precision of a seasoned master. "You've already perfected the Finger Carving Technique. You're creating seals faster than I can teach you. This... this shouldn't be possible for someone your age. How—how did you—"
"I've practiced," Enso said simply, almost as if it were nothing. "Mother taught me well."
Kushina blinked, torn between disbelief and pride. Enso wasn't just fast—he was flawless. His seals were precise, sharp, and complete, with no room for error. She sighed heavily, realizing the truth. "You're ready for more than just basic techniques. If you can handle this, I'll teach you some of the more advanced sealing techniques. B-rank ones, to start. The Explosive Tags, Lightning Flash Blade Creation Techniques, and Elemental Sealing Scroll. You're capable of mastering them."
Enso's gaze was steady. "I'll learn them."
Kushina sighed again but nodded, impressed by his resolve. She didn't realise just how quickly he would surpass even her expectations. Enso absorbed the techniques faster than most Jonin could, his Finger Carving skill ensuring that each one was completed with perfection. Minato, standing at the side with Naruto in his arms, observed the scene with a mixture of pride and shock.
"He's going to be something extraordinary," Minato murmured to himself. "He's already more skilled than many of the Great Clan heirs in Konoha. His chakra control... It's otherworldly."
Minato decided it was time for a more hands-on approach. "Let's work on your Taijutsu," he said, preparing for their weekly sparring session. "I know you're strong, Enso, but it's speed and body control that will truly set you apart."
Enso had never been one to back down from a challenge, and the thought of sparring with Minato excited him. But what he didn't expect was the overwhelming force that Minato brought to their matches. Despite his youth, Enso was physically strong—stronger than most adults. Each blow he delivered was calculated, powerful, and precise. And Minato, though a legendary Shinobi, found himself struggling to keep up with Enso's raw speed.
At first, Minato moved with restraint, testing the waters. But as the clash dragged on, he began to notice something remarkable—Enso's raw strength and his precise control over both chakra and physical power were far beyond what he expected from someone so young. The boy wasn't just keeping up; he was thriving under pressure. With a quiet shift in intent, Minato began to press harder, gradually increasing the tempo.
The air snapped with each movement, and the ground trembled beneath their feet. Thanks to the power of the Nine-Tails sealed within him, Minato's physical strength attributes are greatly enhanced. Yet even with this power, he felt the growing edge in Enso's movements. The fight had gone from a test to a genuine push—and that was exactly what Minato intended.
"You're holding back. Why aren't you using the Body Flicker?" Minato asked, his eyes narrowing in curiosity.
"I'd rather not waste chakra," Enso said, voice calm, almost indifferent.
Minato, raising an eyebrow, pressed on. "You need to use it. Otherwise, I'm going to have to step things up."
When Enso finally activated the Body Flicker Technique, Minato was forced to respond with the Flying Thunder God just to keep up. But Enso didn't stop there—he layered Chakra Reinforcement on top, pushing his speed beyond standard limits. That forced Minato to go all out, no longer holding back.
In that moment, Enso understood the terrifying power Minato wielded as a Jinchūriki. This level of strength was beyond anything he had expected. Thankfully, his mentor hadn't used the Nine-Tails Chakra Mode yet—if he had, even Void Step wouldn't have been enough to keep up with the Yellow Flash. Not only that, from each clash, Enso understand that his mentor is using him to sharpen his control over the newfound strength of a Jinchuriki.
The match turned into a blur of movement, Minato using his Flying Thunder God to keep up while Enso's speed left him barely able to react. It was evident to both of them that the boy was pushing himself to the limit. Each movement was sharp, quick, and precise, and Enso seemed to anticipate Minato's every move before it even happened.
Enso might be at a disadvantage if this were an open space. But within this small backyard, his Void Step thought slightly slower than Flying Raijin, but he can control it better after all his eyes have long adapted to his insane speed, thanks to Tyrant Superior Adaptation.
Minato paused, sweat beading on his forehead. "I don't think I've ever been pushed this hard before," he said, grinning. "You're learning quickly, but you need more than just raw power. You need discipline, control."
Although it is not necessary to spar with full strength daily, Minato are forced to do so to understand Enso's full physical abilities. The two slowly turn down a bit after understanding each other's raw strength and capabilities, and this impresses Kushina, who watches on the sidelines.
Enso nodded, still breathing heavily, but his eyes held a quiet determination. "I'm learning."
Over time, their sparring sessions became more intense, with Enso combining martial arts techniques with Shinobi methods. Some of the moves Enso employed were unlike anything Minato had ever seen. Enso quickly adapted moves such as sharp elbow strikes, knee jabs, and sudden low sweeps. These were not moves Minato expected in a typical Shinobi match. But Enso had developed his fighting style, drawing from everything he knew.
Minato couldn't help but be impressed. "Your ability to adapt to this is unlike anything I've seen."
Enso, however, was never satisfied. Every day, he pushed himself harder. Using Migeiko, Enso derive a seal mark for the "Explosive Touch" technique—placing an explosive mark on a target with a single touch. This technique is based on Explosive Tags, which make it a B-Rank Jutsu. But the flaw is also obvious, as the seal formula was too spread out, making it take time to place the seal successfully.
In the heat of one sparring match, Enso used this to mark a log with an explosive tag just as Minato attempted a substitution jutsu. The result was devastating—an explosion of wood fragments hurtling toward Minato.
Minato laughed, though there was a tinge of fear in his eyes. "I didn't think of that. That's a terrifying move."
Sealing Techniques were far more complex than standard Ninjutsu, but with Enso's Migeiko ability, even the most intricate tasks became easier to grasp. Kushina would demonstrate each new seal several times, ensuring he absorbed every detail before letting him try it himself.
By the time New Year's Eve arrived, Enso had mastered both the Four Symbol Seal and the Five Element Seal, two advanced sealing techniques that cemented his status as a sealing expert on the level of a Jonin—even before entering the Ninja Academy. His talent, his control, and his understanding of the ninja arts were already beyond that of most Shinobi, including the renowned heirs of Konoha.
Kushina and Minato knew they had something extraordinary in their midst. Enso wasn't just another student—they were training a prodigy. And with the weight of their promise to Enya and Enso's future pressing on their shoulders, they would not let him falter.