Discimer: I don't own Naruto or Portal

  Seven months had passed since that soft sunset on March 30th, when Naruto and his strange, loving family huddled together in Aperture's hidden lounge. Now it was October 10th once more, the day of Naruto's tenth birthday. The corridor lights shone with a subdued glow, their gentle hum lending a sense of timelessness to the sprawling facility beneath the Forest of Death. If one looked closely at Naruto, they would see a boy who had matured immensely, both physically and emotionally, since that first day he stumbled, bruised and battered, into GLaDOS's domain over four years ago. He was taller, his cheeks no longer gaunt, and his eyes carried a deeper confidence—attesting to ceaseless hours spent training under GLaDOS's meticulously designed puzzle chambers, under Minato's refined shinobi lessons, under Kushina's devoted mothering, and under Kurama's watchful sisterly gaze.

  He walked with a spring in his step that morning, wearing a new outfit that GLaDOS had prepared: a fitted bck-and-orange jumpsuit embroidered with the small Aperture logo at the colr. A thick sash around his waist held pouches that contained various Aperture tools and small scrolls of his mother's design. This day marked more than just his birthday; it was a quiet milestone in how far Aperture's influence—and Naruto's personal growth—had stretched across the Elemental Nations.

  In the time since March, the hidden vilges had plunged into a crisis of staggering proportions. Merchants stopped visiting them, lured away by Aperture caravans that guaranteed both safety and fair profit. Civilians who once lived in cramped shinobi compounds discovered that on the outside—where Aperture had fully integrated into everyday life—existence was simply better. More stable, more prosperous. So the old vilges, built on the idea that cndestine walls and special techniques alone could ensure their survival, found themselves hemorrhaging people, forced to tighten their budgets, and losing even the st vestiges of political respect. Week by week, the cumutive effect resembled a slow war of attrition—no bombs or open battles, only the draining away of money and manpower, the unstoppable flow of progress that each vilge's leadership had obstinately refused to embrace.

  The daimyos, enthralled by the vish gifts and high approval ratings they enjoyed thanks to Aperture's boons, lifted not a finger to help the hidden vilges. Why would they? Their treasuries flourished without the massive expenses once funneled into ninja forces, and Aperture's premium packages showered them with advanced luxuries and comfort. From simple matters like safe roads and low taxes to the extraordinary introduction of Aperture-run medical centers, the daimyos felt no urgency whatsoever to prop up the old ways. The people cheered them, praising Aperture's unstoppable ingenuity. And so the hidden vilges gradually sank into an economic depression unseen since the warring cns era—only this time, there was no sign that war would come to revive them. Instead, the gloom cloaked each vilge in a general sense of isotion and obsolescence.

  While these changes took pce above, Aperture's facility thrummed with its own transformations. The rgest addition in these months was the deployment of specialized drones across the Elemental Nations. Built to guard caravans, search for immortality-obsessed criminals, and handle menial bor, these drones repced numerous tasks once delegated to ninja—for a fraction of the cost and with strikingly higher success rates. GLaDOS broadcast these metrics weekly to the public: a 95% success rate for Aperture drone missions, compared to 45% for shinobi. Such figures magnified Aperture's prestige and further undermined the hidden vilges' pride. Life blossomed around Aperture outposts, where taxes were minimal or nonexistent, and where the average citizen could obtain a job or at least take advantage of Aperture's bountiful technology without living under the shadow of secrecy or fear.

  For Naruto, none of this societal upheaval overshadowed his personal growth. He spent every day surrounded by family. GLaDOS continued to refine the facility's puzzle chambers to accommodate the challenges of a rapidly developing shinobi mind, incorporating new tests that demanded not just dexterity or portal gun marksmanship but also nuanced chakra control, often weaving in Minato's expertise in Fuinjutsu. In turn, Minato reveled in teaching Naruto a variety of advanced techniques, including the Rasengan's more exotic forms, complex sealing methods, and, most notably, the Reaper Death Seal—a technique whose significance would become paramount in the days leading up to Naruto's birthday.

  Kushina's motherly devotion never wavered, but as the months slipped by, she found herself grappling with unexpected emotions of her own. Soon after her revival in a gynoid body, she discovered a deep respect and admiration for GLaDOS, who managed Aperture with a calm brilliance. This admiration grew into gentle affections and, eventually, intense feelings. At first, Kushina questioned whether it was permissible for two women—one a reanimated human soul in a mechanical shell, and the other an AI incarnated in a gynoid form—to harbor such desires. She turned to Minato for advice, somewhat shyly confessing her blossoming attraction to GLaDOS. To her relief, he encouraged her, because in these seven months, Minato, too, had formed a tender fascination with GLaDOS.

  That Minato admired GLaDOS might have seemed inevitable. She was formidable, composed, uniquely knowledgeable, and her mechanical body possessed an almost regal elegance. Where once Minato would have been blind to the notion of loving anyone besides Kushina, time had eroded his single-minded loyalty to the vilge, and Aperture's environment taught him that love need not adhere to old, restrictive norms. Sometimes, GLaDOS would catch Minato staring at her from across a corridor, a faint blush coloring his cheeks even in his mechanical body, as though residual biological functions made him flush with embarrassment. GLaDOS, initially, did not fully comprehend what his lingering looks meant, or why her sensors registered an increased heart rate in both him and Kushina when they were around her. She noted it with curiosity, filing it away in subroutines dedicated to "human emotional phenomena."

  Nevertheless, by te summer, she could no longer ignore the obvious: the two individuals nearest Naruto's heart seemed to be courting her, albeit with the awkwardness of a triangle involving an AI. She weighed the moral complexities carefully. Could an AI reciprocate love in a way a human truly needed? Did her original programming, shaped by the memories of Caroline, allow for romantic or sexual connections? Despite these doubts, the affection from Minato and Kushina began to awaken yearnings in GLaDOS that she had never experienced. She found that her cameras strayed more often toward Kushina's swaying red hair or Minato's pensive blue eyes. She noticed how, on nights when both of them were reviewing Naruto's progress in the control room, her synthetic chest felt lighter—an odd sensation to be sure, but strangely pleasant.

  Eventually, about six weeks before Naruto's tenth birthday, GLaDOS took the bold step of discussing the matter with them directly. She proposed an arrangement that reflected Aperture's experimental ethos—a three-way marriage of sorts, eschewing typical human standards in favor of forging new definitions. If she, an AI, could feel affection, and if both Minato and Kushina deeply desired her presence in their lives, why not formalize it in a way that recognized all three as partners? Kushina nearly fainted from the rush of excitement and embarrassment, and Minato could only stammer in shock, but he agreed wholeheartedly, the words tumbling out in a joyful, staccato stream of acceptance. Thus, the three found themselves engaged in a slow, organic dance of affection, learning how to navigate the intricacies of love in an environment that had never known such retionships. Naruto, for his part, was quietly ecstatic to see his parents bond happily and to see GLaDOS, his mother in another sense, discovering something akin to human love.

  Yet, these personal developments coexisted with Aperture's grand mission and the deal Naruto had struck with the Shinigami months ago. During these seven months, GLaDOS had used her extensive intelligence network to track down multiple immortality-seeking shinobi or cultists. On six different occasions, Naruto summoned the Shinigami—using that Reaper Death Seal—to deliver such heretics or criminals into death's proper domain. Each time, he did so under Minato's guidance, though Naruto by now was adept enough to manage the technique alone. The Shinigami, each time it appeared, wore an ever-broadening grin behind its ghastly visage, clearly pleased that Naruto followed through on his vow to purge those who cheated death. Whenever the Shinigami's hunger was sated with a new immortal's soul, the connection between it and Naruto deepened, forging a sense of dark camaraderie. The Shinigami seemed to regard Naruto less as a mortal tool and more as a favored servant, even bestowing him with cryptic words of approval that echoed through the mindscape.

  Among these foes, Hidan of the Akatsuki—loud, sadistic, devout in worshiping his false god Jashin—was the st to be captured. GLaDOS's drones cornered him in a small vilge near the Land of Hot Water on October 9th, subduing him after an intense struggle that ended once the drones separated him into multiple pieces using Aperture-based restraints designed for immortals. Even so, Hidan kept cursing and promising vengeance. On the following day, October 10th, Naruto's birthday, they decided to hold him for final judgment. For Naruto, it was a twisted sort of gift: the chance to settle one more of the Shinigami's debts. Yet the day of his birthday ended quietly, because GLaDOS, Kushina, and Minato insisted that Naruto rex and enjoy the festive atmosphere. In Aperture's refurbished common area, they celebrated with a homemade cake that Kushina proudly prepared—though, in truth, it was more an Aperture nutrient-ced pastry shaped to look like a traditional cake, topped with whipped synthetic cream. Kurama twined her tex-coated tails around Naruto in a protective cuddle as they sang a simplified "happy birthday," an echo from old Earth traditions gleaned from Aperture's archives. Naruto ughed through it all, feeling an unexpected wave of warmth. In the background, Hidan remained locked away, half-dismembered yet alive in a stasis pod, waiting for the next day's grim ceremony.

  That evening, after blowing out the makeshift candles, Naruto left the facility's lounge for a quiet walk through a side corridor. His parents, plus GLaDOS, were all busy teasing each other about some inside joke that Naruto was too young to catch—something about honeymoon arrangements that made Kushina's face glow bright red and made Minato ugh in an awkward, nervous pitch. GLaDOS, for her part, responded with measured interest, saying something about the romantic potential of zero-gravity environments. Naruto, suspecting the conversation had turned distinctly adult, slipped away to let them chat. He made his way to an older, partially refurbished wing of the facility, where the walls still bore occasional scorch marks from centuries of disuse.

  Kurama followed him, treading softly on mechanical paws that barely cnged against the steel floor. Though she called herself an "older sister," Naruto found her presence more maternal at times, particurly when Kushina was absent. But he had also caught glimpses of tension between the two—nothing serious, yet enough that Naruto sometimes found Kurama sitting with her head bowed, letting Kushina scold her over small slights. The dynamic was undeniably comedic: Kurama, an ancient fox demon, treated like a repentant child by a fiery Uzumaki mother. Naruto couldn't help but chuckle whenever he imagined how the old shinobi world would react if they saw that scene. Kurama, wise and powerful, or so the legends cimed, listening meekly as Kushina lectured her about courtesy and manners.

  "How do you feel, Kit?" Kurama asked once they reached a quiet spot near a cluster of old Aperture servers. She draped her tails around him protectively. "You're ten now. Are you excited or worried about tomorrow, about dealing with Hidan?"

  Naruto exhaled, leaning back against her plush tex fur. "Maybe a bit of both," he said. "The Shinigami... it's never been truly malicious toward me, but I feel a weight on my shoulders every time I call it. Like it's always measuring me."

  Kurama nodded slowly, one tail stroking across his shoulder. "Still, you've been faithful to your promise. And you've protected many people by removing those immortals from the world. Hidan is the st you've captured so far, and we both know Orochimaru and Kakuzu remain at rge. But the Shinigami recognizes your commitment, so it's less likely to enforce a penalty on you." She paused, then gave him a pyful nudge. "Don't worry. If that weird death god tries anything, I'll bite it."

  He smiled, shaking his head. "Thanks, Sis. And thanks for being there these past months. I know it's not exactly the life you pnned: living in a mechanical body, having a mother who's half-human, half-robot, and a father who's also... well, mechanical."

  Kurama snorted with amusement. "It's still better than rotting in that seal. Besides, I get to watch your parents swoon over GLaDOS and make fools of themselves. That's pretty funny."

  Naruto chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah. I wonder how that'll work in the long run. A three-way marriage? Mom's so enthusiastic, Dad's a bit starry-eyed, and GLaDOS is... well, GLaDOS."

  They both ughed softly, the sound echoing through the dim corridor. For a few more minutes, they sat there, content in each other's company. Then Kurama led him back to the facility's more active sections, guiding him toward his private quarters so he could rest. Tomorrow, after all, would bring another step in fulfilling the Shinigami's will.

  When the morning of October 11th arrived, Naruto woke early, mind buzzing with anticipation. He ate a simple breakfast Kushina prepared in her typical, overbearing maternal fashion—fussing over whether he had enough protein and vitamins. Next, Minato led him to the stasis b where Hidan was held, and GLaDOS joined them, cd in her crisp white suit and mechanical poise. Kushina and Kurama also followed, each wearing determined expressions. Together, they formed a small procession traveling deeper into Aperture's sublevels.

  They came to a cylindrical chamber lined with Aperture's signature clean white panels, though massive containment fields glowed at the center. Within those fields, suspended in pieces, was Hidan. He looked haggard, disoriented, yet still brimming with curses. Despite having no arms or legs attached—like a macabre puzzle piece of living flesh—he sneered with defiant eyes whenever Naruto approached.

  "You filthy heretics," Hidan spat, his voice raw. "My god Jashin will smite you all. You think you can kill me? My faith will deliver me from—"

  Naruto ignored his rant, stepping up to the control console to verify the containment. GLaDOS had done thorough work. There was no chance Hidan could break free from these advanced mechanical cmps. Once satisfied, Naruto turned to Minato, who nodded, offering silent encouragement.

  "Remember the hand seals for the Reaper Death Seal," Minato said softly. "We'll stand by if you need support, but I know you can do this."

  Naruto closed his eyes, inhaling slowly. He could feel the soft hum of Aperture's power around him, the presence of his mother and father, and beyond that, the careful gaze of GLaDOS from every camera feed. Then he began weaving the distinctive sequence of seals. White chakra flickered around him, shaped by the knowledge and techniques imparted by Minato. In a swirl of intangible force, the Shinigami manifested, towering behind Naruto as a silent phantom with a ghastly grin. Its skeletal form shimmered, wearing that tattered robe and holding a spectral bde.

  A tremor of dread rippled through the air. Even Kurama, standing stoically to the side, bared her metallic fangs at the deathly aura. Kushina's mechanical body trembled slightly, an echo of her old flesh's instincts. Minato, though he had summoned the Shinigami before, still found himself sweating in tension.

  Hidan's bluster faltered at once. His eyes widened. "You... you can see it? You can summon that demon?" he rasped. "W-what about Jashin? He'll—"

  A sudden crackle of dark energy cut him off. Another apparition took form beside him: the figure of a scythe-wielding, skeletal deity—Jashin, manifested by Hidan's unholy rites. This twisted god hovered in the air for barely a moment, brandishing a grin of mania. It hissed, either at Hidan's tormentors or the Shinigami's presence, or both. But the Shinigami, unperturbed, whirled its bde in a single, merciless stroke. With that motion, the false god Jashin was bisected, its essence dissipating into bck smoke.

  Hidan howled in horror. "No—Jashin-sama!" he cried, eyes bulging. In that instant, the Shinigami's mouth opened in a silent cackle, and from somewhere beyond mortal comprehension, a wave of erasure washed forth. A sensation of finality reverberated through the chamber. In the blink of an eye, Jashin was extinguished from existence, every reference to that false deity forcibly wiped from history's tapestry, leaving only Hidan's crumbling memory of it. The bck smoke swirled into nothingness, devoured by a cosmic force that even Aperture's sensors might not fully quantify.

  The Shinigami turned its hollow gaze upon Hidan, who now quivered in raw terror. The next moment, the death god pointed a bony finger, and Hidan's soul was ripped free from his still-living flesh in a swirl of ghastly energy. He tried to scream but no sound emerged, mouth gaping in silent horror. The Reaper's bde pierced that intangible essence, condemning it to the Shinigami's domain. His flesh husk sagged, no longer immortal, no longer sustained by the blood-ritual faith. The st vestiges of Hidan's consciousness dissolved into the Shinigami's maw.

  And then, as swiftly as it had come, the Shinigami turned to Naruto, its visage splitting into something akin to a satisfied grin. The hulking specter bowed its head, offering no words but letting Naruto's senses flood with the meaning: You have served well. Another soul who mocked death has been recimed. I am pleased.

  In six prior summons, Naruto had never seen the Shinigami so openly radiate approval. He swallowed, the hairs on his neck prickling, yet an odd wave of relief buoyed him. His part of the deal was once more fulfilled. That left only Orochimaru and Kakuzu, somewhere in the wide world.

  The Shinigami lifted its free hand, and an eerie swirl of energy enveloped Naruto. Every camera feed fred with static; GLaDOS watched with arm but could not interrupt. A surge of two distinct energies blossomed in Naruto's core, as though the Shinigami had reached inside him and gently plucked out the separation of spirit and body. In old shinobi lore, chakra was said to be a blend of physical stamina and spiritual force, but now that blend was forcibly teased apart. Naruto gasped, feeling an alien rush of power, like twin rivers diverging from a single source.

  In a silent mental whisper, the Shinigami conveyed its final gift: Your dedication merits a boon. Use these twin energies—spiritual power, known as reiryoku, and physical power, known as ki—to transcend mortal constraints. Few have harnessed them in isotion. Let this be your reward and a sign of my favor.

  With that unspoken message, the Shinigami vanished, dissipating into the air, leaving the Reaper Death Seal completed and Hidan's remains inert in the stasis pod. The chamber fell silent, save for the soft hum of Aperture machinery.

  Naruto staggered, clutching his chest. Kushina and Minato rushed to steady him, their mechanical hands warm against his arms. GLaDOS stepped closer, scanning him with a handheld device that flickered with readouts. Kurama pressed her muzzle near Naruto's shoulder, nose twitching in concern.

  "You're all right," Kushina said firmly, voice trembling just a bit. "You did it, sweetie. You got rid of that psycho and Jashin too, apparently."

  Minato echoed his wife's relief. "That was incredible, son. The Shinigami's never responded like that before."

  Naruto took several breaths, letting the new sensation settle. He felt... changed. At his core, chakra still existed, but it felt malleable in a different way, like a reservoir that could be divided at will. If he concentrated, he sensed his spirit swirling in one current, his physical stamina in another. He recalled GLaDOS's archived data referencing "reiryoku" from certain records of a spiritual dimension, and "ki" from an old Earth martial arts tradition. Two separate energies, once forcibly fused to form standard chakra. Now, thanks to the Shinigami's direct intervention, Naruto could potentially harness them individually.

  GLaDOS analyzed the readouts. "Naruto," she said softly, "the Shinigami's done something unprecedented. Your chakra signature has changed. I suspect you can now access these energies separately. I'll need extensive tests to confirm, but it's... remarkable."

  Her golden gaze gleamed with curiosity. Meanwhile, Minato and Kushina wore twin expressions of pride, while Kurama gave a toothy grin. The idea of Naruto possessing new, mysterious powers appealed to the fox's sense of grand destiny.

  "Then... we'll adapt," Naruto said, his voice carrying a tremor of excitement. "It's not like we haven't faced weird transformations before."

  Kushina ruffled his hair. "That's my boy. You always bounce back stronger."

  Relief spread through them all. Another threat was gone, the Shinigami's approval secured, and Naruto had gained a new advantage. The group turned to leave the chamber, walking side by side. GLaDOS made sure to neutralize Hidan's remains thoroughly, transferring them to an incineration protocol so advanced that no trace would persist. In that same breath, she recorded data from the annihition of Jashin, an event that defied normal logic but was documented meticulously in Aperture's logs. This was but another testament to the unstoppable synergy between Aperture's technology and Naruto's bridging of ancient mystic forces.

  They emerged into a corridor that overlooked one of Aperture's many central chasms, the rails lined with luminescent strips. Naruto gazed down and saw drones moving in purposeful lines, some carrying crates for distribution, others whirring away to test chambers. This was the very heart of Aperture's main facility, and he felt a sense of comfort so profound he almost forgot how different life could have been if he had stayed in Konoha. The hidden vilges above, after all, teetered on the brink of colpse, while Aperture pulsed with energy and growth.

  GLaDOS paused by the rail, a faint smirk on her face. She gnced at Minato, who was stealing shy looks at her again. Kushina caught that gnce and leaned closer, her mechanical cheeks pink. In the months since the three-way marriage arrangement had been proposed, GLaDOS found herself more aware of the subtle signals of human attraction—Minato's softened gaze, Kushina's gentle touches, and the way their body nguage opened toward her whenever they were in close proximity. She had grown fonder of them both in ways she never anticipated.

  "Shall we reconvene in the lounge?" GLaDOS asked, her calm voice tinged with a gentle warmth. "Naruto needs rest. And I believe we have a... discussion to continue. About certain... honeymoon suggestions."

  Minato, turning a deeper shade of pink, nodded. "Yes, that, um... that sounds good."

  Kushina gave a mischievous grin, sliding an arm around GLaDOS's waist. The AI stiffened slightly—physical touch still startled her—but then she rexed, allowing Kushina to guide her. Naruto and Kurama watched, bemused but happy. Whatever romantic tangle the three adults had forged, it seemed to work. In a world that no longer conformed to old rules, why not embrace new forms of love?

  They made their way to the lounge, a broad chamber GLaDOS had designed for communal gathering. The floor was polished steel, but swaths of synthetic rugs and cushions gave it a homier feel. A rge table stood at the center, and off to one side, holographic panels dispyed Aperture's logistical data—lists of caravans, mission completions, resource allocations, and so on. Naruto took a seat, letting out a breath. Slowly, the adrenaline from the morning's ritual wore off, repced by curiosity about his new powers. Meanwhile, Minato, Kushina, and GLaDOS stood nearby, softly discussing wedding formalities. Kurama curled up like a guard near the table, her eyes half-lidded in contentment.

  Naruto listened as the three deliberated their "marriage." None had illusions about doing it the old-fashioned shinobi way. There would be no big cn gathering, no vilge ceremony—Konoha barely functioned, and Aperture's legal framework was... well, they could shape it as they pleased. The question was how best to celebrate. Kushina wanted an intimate vow exchange in one of Aperture's scenic test arenas, maybe enhanced with holographic cherry blossoms. Minato dreamed of including some nod to the old ways: maybe a short vow akin to the ninja code, rewriting it to reflect their alliance with Aperture. GLaDOS, for her part, was open to any pn, as she admitted she was new to the entire concept and found it both thrilling and perplexing.

  Soon, their lighthearted chatter made Naruto chuckle, pulling him from the tension of the Reaper Death Seal. He didn't comment—just listened with a small smile. This was his family. Their happiness mattered to him more than the hidden vilges' downfall or the daimyos' tributes. Yet he also knew there was still much to do. Orochimaru and Kakuzu remained out there, defying the natural order. The Shinigami would require their souls one day. And beyond that, Aperture itself was on a relentless march to reshape civilization. When or if the hidden vilges decided to sh out in desperation, Naruto would need to be ready. He flexed his hands, recalling the new energies swirling in him. That moment would come soon enough, he sensed.

  The hours passed in an unhurried hush. GLaDOS, occasionally pausing her conversation, stepped to the data terminals to check on Aperture's current status. By now, each of the major daimyos had grown so reliant on Aperture for infrastructure and revenue that the hidden vilges were nearly cut off from any meaningful power. These once-mighty ninja encves had become ghost towns—some to the point that bandits prowled the outskirts, ironically deterred by Aperture drones more than by any remaining shinobi. Families who'd clung to illusions of safety behind vilge walls found themselves in dire straits, finally leaving for Aperture-run communities where life felt normal, even luxurious.

  It was a slow meltdown, but GLaDOS thrived on data showing an ever-increasing adoption of Aperture solutions. She deftly navigated new expansions—like drones specifically designed to handle sewage, or advanced robots that taught basic literacy to children in remote hamlets. Each accomplishment further eroded the purpose of hidden vilges, whose only defense was ninjutsu, an art that fewer and fewer people valued when weighed against stable living conditions. By August and September, it was clear that the old system was on life support, kept alive only by the stubbornness of certain kage and cn elders.

  Naruto, gncing at a nearby dispy, saw updated figures: Aperture had reached a 96.5% success rate in all mission tasks, from escorting dignitaries to delivering emergency supplies. Shinobi missions, on the rare occasions they were even contracted, hovered between 40% and 50%. Only specialized tasks, such as infiltration requiring illusions or super-advanced jutsu, sometimes fell outside Aperture's current capabilities. But given enough time, GLaDOS might find a way to replicate or surpass even that, especially if she harnessed the synergy of Naruto's new reiryoku and ki research.

  Yes, life had certainly changed. Naruto contempted all this as he sipped a mild nutrient tea from a small metal cup that Kushina refilled every time he put it down. Every so often, he felt that new duality inside him, reiryoku swirling near his consciousness like a quiet spiritual fme, and ki humming near his body's muscles like a reservoir of raw power. If he focused, he could almost separate them: one ephemeral and mental, the other tangible and physical. A part of him wanted to test it immediately, run to the training grounds and see how these new energies responded to jutsu or Aperture equipment. But the day had already been intense, and GLaDOS, with Kushina's support, insisted he rest for at least a few hours before more experiments.

  The next day, Naruto thought, or maybe the next. There was no rush. Orochimaru and Kakuzu wouldn't appear overnight to challenge Aperture. And the hidden vilges, cornered though they were, had not shown any willingness to pick a fight. Perhaps they had learned that tangling with Aperture was suicide. If a confrontation did come, Naruto vowed he would be prepared—just as he'd been ready each time the Shinigami demanded a soul. Now, with these newfound energies, he felt unstoppable. Or rather, unstoppable so long as he stood with his family.

  As twilight settled over the facility, the artificial lights dimmed to mimic sunset. The lounge glowed in warm hues, while drones scuttled about their tasks in quieter numbers. Kushina, her motherly instincts still strong, ushered Naruto to bed. Minato, GLaDOS, and Kurama followed as they escorted him to his quarters. The hallway gently curved, panels glowing at intervals. One might almost forget they were underground, for Aperture's design replicated a calm, modern environment more akin to an advanced city than a hidden boratory.

  They arrived at Naruto's room, a comfortable, somewhat spacious chamber lined with shelves holding Aperture devices, old test cubes, and small personal trinkets. Kushina insisted on checking if he needed anything, draping a bnket over him when he crawled into the bed. Despite his mechanical body, Minato managed a fatherly smile, ruffling Naruto's hair. Kurama lounged in the doorway, yawning. GLaDOS stood back, her posture gentle, offering him a single wish of "sleep well, my son," that sent a warm tingle through Naruto's chest.

  That night, his dreams were filled with swirling images of reiryoku and ki, weaving around each other like twin dragons. He saw glimpses of cosmic battles, illusions from old Earth's references of Bleach-like spirits cshing with monstrous hollows, or Dragon Ball-like warriors firing ki bsts that shattered mountains. He dreamed of Aperture's puzzle chambers bending to these energies, floating cubes and swirling vortexes of chakra-like power. At times, he saw the Shinigami looming at the periphery, watching him with a silent nod of approval. The images were neither frightening nor calm, but a kaleidoscope of possibility. When he woke hours ter, he found Kurama half-draped over his bed, as if she had come in to check on him. He gave the fox a small scratch behind the ear, then rose to meet the new day.

  Over the following weeks, GLaDOS led Naruto through a meticulous study of how reiryoku and ki might integrate with Aperture technology. They started with small experiments: Naruto would channel reiryoku into a test turret to see if it responded differently than using standard chakra. They discovered that reiryoku had a strange synergy with illusions and mental-based devices—like Aperture's old "neurotoxin" emitters or empathy simutors—suggesting that reiryoku was more effective in shaping intangible, spiritual phenomena. Conversely, ki lent itself to raw physical augmentation. When Naruto infused ki into certain mechanical arms, they moved faster, stronger, with minimal stress on the joints. It reminded them of how some humans in old Earth records dispyed feats of superhuman might by harnessing pure bodily energy.

  Through daily practice, Naruto slowly developed a sense of controlling each energy separately. He might push reiryoku into a puzzle chamber's holographic fields to manipute them at a distance, akin to illusions. Or he could supercharge his body with ki for short bursts of near-blinding speed or punching power. GLaDOS documented these breakthroughs eagerly. She mused about entire new lines of Aperture devices specifically tuned to reiryoku or ki, further bridging the gap between technology and mystical power. The sheer potential dazzled them.

  All the while, the rest of Aperture continued smoothly. Minato and Kushina advanced the facility's security protocols, ensuring no stray shinobi infiltration could threaten their domain. Kurama occasionally ventured outside in her mechanical fox body, patrolling or checking on Aperture outposts, returning with news that the hidden vilges were locked in near-total stagnation. Some elders, apparently, still held out hope that the daimyos would eventually realize they needed ninja. But with each passing day, that notion grew more far-fetched.

  During one such evening, after a training session, Naruto found himself in a side lounge with Minato. They sipped tea together, father and son, the old tension between them now mostly gone. Minato seemed almost rejuvenated as a father figure, free from the burdens of Konoha's dogma. Still, every once in a while, he cast a wistful gnce at a small seal formu etched onto his mechanical forearm—a relic from his Hokage days. Naruto chose this moment to ask him directly how he felt about the vilge's downfall. Minato looked away, eyes narrowed in sadness.

  "I mourn that Konoha couldn't adapt, Naruto," he said at st. "But the vilge I loved... it had already lost its heart long before Aperture rose. Danzo, the elders, the vilgers who tormented you... they turned Konoha into something I never intended. So if it has to die for something better to emerge, perhaps that's for the best."

  Naruto nodded. "I used to want revenge for how they treated me," he admitted. "But now... it's more that I want to see them realize they were wrong. They didn't have to be stuck in old ways. They chose it."

  Minato's gaze softened. "Sometimes, progress is unstoppable. Don't let guilt weigh you down over what's happening above. Aperture's giving people a better life. That's nothing to be ashamed of."

  A calmness settled between them, father and son quietly reconciling the past with the future. Then Kushina swept in, radiant and bossy, insisting it was Naruto's bedtime again. Minato chuckled at her intensity, while Naruto groaned in mock protest. Behind them, GLaDOS wandered the corridor, half-smiling at the familial warmth—a far cry from the lonely artificial intelligence she once was.

  Thus the days turned into weeks, and weeks into a slow, contented lull. No new immortals appeared in GLaDOS's scans, so Naruto did not summon the Shinigami again. Orochimaru and Kakuzu remained elusive, though GLaDOS had leads suggesting Kakuzu might be in the Land of Waterfalls and Orochimaru somewhere near the Land of Rice Fields. Neither apparently made rge moves. Perhaps they sensed the unstoppable wave of Aperture overshadowing all. It was a curious calm, though one that might not st forever.

  Meanwhile, the forging of GLaDOS's triple marriage to Minato and Kushina advanced in small but meaningful steps. They took time to explore each other emotionally, to figure out boundaries, and to see how Naruto reacted to glimpses of affectionate dispys. He sometimes teased them, calling them "the unstoppable trio," or joking that Aperture needed a separate hallway just to hold their combined romantic tension. Kushina would scold him for that, Minato would blush, and GLaDOS would respond with a wry retort about "analyzing teen sarcasm." Yet the sincerity remained. They slept together in a newly fashioned suite, a space that combined Aperture's sleek aesthetic with touches of Kushina's old Uzumaki fir. From Naruto's perspective, seeing them this happy brought a measure of closure to the family he never truly had as a child.

  The final months of that seven-month gap brought more quiet expansions for Aperture, culminating in the widespread repcement of menial bor across multiple nations. Aperture drones cleaned streets, carried cargo, and built infrastructure. Taxes for the average citizen dropped across the board. People praised the daimyos for their wisdom, and in turn, the daimyos vished Aperture with further trust and resources. Ninja-based missions plummeted to near zero. Within the hidden vilges, small encves of families tried to hold on, but seeing their neighbors vanish each week to find better lives beyond the walls eroded morale. By the time Naruto turned ten , any illusions of a shinobi renaissance had all but vanished. The question, whispered in rumor, was whether the vilges would soon colpse entirely or if Aperture would eventually find some mercy for them.

  On the morning after Hidan's destruction, October 12th, Naruto joined GLaDOS for a new test sequence designed to gauge his reiryoku and ki usage in real-time puzzles. She'd built a specialized course that combined advanced illusions, sers, and physical obstacles. He tackled it eagerly, weaving illusions out of reiryoku that distorted sensor readings, summoning invisible ptforms from Aperture's force fields, and using ki boosts to catapult himself across great chasms. At each stage, drones attacked with simuted bsts, forcing him to adapt fluidly. By the time he cleared the final door, panting with exhiration, GLaDOS's voice chimed overhead in gentle amusement:

  "Well done, my dear. I see you've harnessed your separate energies quite effectively. Are you feeling any strain?"

  Naruto ughed, gulping air. "A bit. It's... weird, but I like it."

  She lowered herself from the central rail, her gynoid body descending on a lift ptform. When she reached him, she brushed imaginary dust off his shoulder, a gesture that recalled both a parent and a proud partner in science. "We'll continue to refine your skill. The possibilities are endless."

  He grinned. "And you can incorporate reiryoku or ki into Aperture tech, too. Who knows? Maybe we can design a device that fosters spiritual healing or something like that."

  Her lips curved. "Yes. You read my mind."

  They departed the chamber, heading to a rest area. There, they encountered Minato, who had just finished calibrating new sealing arrays, and Kushina, who came bearing lunch packs. She had started using Aperture's cooking modules to produce surprisingly delicious meals. Kurama lounged around, listening to their banter. In that moment, the entire facility felt alive—like a hive of creativity, family bonds, and unstoppable invention.

  Even as the hidden vilges decayed above, within Aperture's steel walls, a golden age of sorts was taking shape. By the time te October rolled around, the number of outside civilians seeking Aperture's direct governance soared. Townships sprouted along Aperture's trade routes, governed by local overseers who answered to GLaDOS's android administrators. There was no oppression—only the rules of efficiency, equality, and fair access to technology. Crime rates dropped precipitously where Aperture drones roamed. Health improved dramatically thanks to Aperture's medical stations. For many, the shinobi world was already a relic, repced by Aperture's pragmatic utopia.

  Naruto sometimes wondered if the day would come when he might walk the roads openly, recognized not as a demon child but as a hero who helped shape this new era. He hadn't decided how he felt about that. Part of him wanted the satisfaction of showing Konoha's popuce how mistaken they had been. Another part sought only the joy of continuing Aperture's mission, forging a destiny that transcended petty grudges. Each time he ventured into a small town incognito, speaking with farmers or bcksmiths who praised Aperture's generosity, he felt a flicker of pride. He vowed never to become compcent, though, remembering that arrogance had destroyed so many in the old system.

  Thus, the final days of October drifted into early November, and then time marched onward toward winter. The facility's constant hum lulled each evening into a soft hush, punctuated by the quiet jokes and warm gatherings of Naruto's family. GLaDOS, Minato, and Kushina grew bolder in their affections, stealing kisses or pyful caresses when Naruto wasn't looking, though occasionally he caught them and teased them mercilessly. Kurama found all of it entertaining, occasionally egging them on in her sly, vulpine way.

  Word from outside indicated that, with the hidden vilges nguishing, the daimyos might soon hold a final summit to discuss redistributing any remaining shinobi resources for Aperture's benefit. Yet GLaDOS dispyed no urgent interest in that. She confided to Naruto that Aperture's path was certain, unstoppable, even if some dusty old kage tried one st time to sabotage it.

  One night, near the year's end, Naruto returned from a training session to find Minato standing in the corridor, gazing at old pictures GLaDOS had salvaged from the Leaf archives. They showed a younger Minato, once celebrated as Konoha's Yellow Fsh, standing triumphant with the leaf symbol on his headband, a crowd cheering around him. Minato stared at it quietly, as though mourning a distant dream. Kushina approached from behind, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder, while GLaDOS appeared at his other side, observing the photo with a curious tilt of her mechanical head. None of them spoke, but Naruto lingered, understanding what that silent tableau represented: the final letting go of an era that had already crumbled. That night, they incinerated the photo along with other relics that belonged to a system that had never treated Naruto fairly. It felt like a cleansing, a closure.

  By the time seven months had epsed since that quiet day in March, Naruto stood on the threshold of a new year with unwavering confidence. He was ten now, healthy, loved, and possessed of powers beyond what any typical shinobi might comprehend. He had forged a bond with the Shinigami that defied mortal logic. He had a father, mother, and AI caretaker who formed an unconventional but devoted family. And he had an entire realm—Aperture's domain—that he helped elevate beyond old feudal constraints.

  Some nights, Naruto gnced upward toward the surface, remembering how once, on a lonely birthday, he'd fled from hateful vilgers into the Forest of Death. Now, on this tenth birthday season, the forest overhead no longer felt menacing. It was merely the ground beneath which Aperture thrived, a pce once full of savage wildlife, now overshadowed by the unstoppable mechanical heartbeat of progress. If the shinobi vilges or any misguided souls dared threaten that heartbeat, Naruto would stand at the forefront, reiryoku and ki swirling at his command, ready to defend the sanctuary that had given him life.

  And so, life continued in a quiet, determined pace, each day bringing new breakthroughs, small joys, and the unspoken promise that the final chapters of the old shinobi world were nearing. Whether Orochimaru or Kakuzu appeared, whether the hidden vilges made one st desperate stand, Naruto's path y clear. He would walk it with GLaDOS guiding him, with Kushina and Minato supporting him, with Kurama guarding his fnk, and with the Shinigami's cold approval marking his role as the reaper of immortals. Whatever storms y ahead, Aperture's mp in the darkness glowed bright, leading countless souls to a future unbound by the past.

  No matter what shape that future took, Naruto knew one thing with certainty: it was his future, one he had cimed through love, perseverance, and brilliant invention. The old world had no cim on him. He had outgrown it, much like how Aperture outgrew the archaic illusions of shinobi might. He fell asleep each night at peace, hearing the low murmur of mechanical quiet, dreaming of the day when the entire Elemental Nations lived under Aperture's luminous banner, free from fear or superstition.

  And that dream, nurtured by GLaDOS's unwavering logic, Kushina's fiery affection, Minato's wise guidance, and Kurama's proud snark, slowly but surely reached into the hearts of the people outside. Over seven months of unstoppable progress, Aperture had become the new thread stitching together a fractured nd. That thread, unbreakable, shimmered with a promise of a better tomorrow for everyone, especially for the once-lonely boy named Naruto Uzumaki, who now stood at the apex of possibilities.

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