Chapter 64 - 12
Chapter 12: "Ninjas, Neck Kisses, and the Art of Not Exploding in Public"
From Danny's Point of View – now 12% cooler, according to unverified internal estimates.
Danny's body was dead. Not like ghost dead, but the kind of dead where your muscles cry softly for mercy and every step feels like you've aged a thousand years.
So Naruto—being Naruto—took over.
After all, what were centuries of ninja training and literal spiritual enlightenment for, if not hijacking a teenager's body when it was too tired to function?
He'd already dragged the body back from the park, hit the shower (thank you modern plumbing), and changed into something that didn't smell like defeat and squirrel terror. Now he descended the stairs of the Fenton household with the casual grace of someone not experiencing muscle failure.
The kitchen smelled like warm heaven. Eggs, toast, sizzling bacon—probably the kind of meal warriors dreamed about after battle. Sitting at the table were the usual suspects:
Maddie Fenton, beautiful, brilliant, and currently sipping coffee like she hadn't built a bazooka that could vaporize ghosts with a sneeze.
Jack Fenton, human tank, tactical chaos engine, wearing a bright orange apron over what looked suspiciously like pajama pants. Possibly his only outfit.
Jazz Fenton, stoic queen of the teenage intellects, nose deep in a 600-page monstrosity titled "Post-Mortem Psychic Residue: A Multidimensional Analysis."
Naruto, perfectly impersonating Danny—except, you know, with functioning posture and slightly better chakra alignment—walked into the kitchen with a grin.