Naruto: Heavenly Demon Karin Uzumaki

The Upper Echelons of the Hidden Grass Village buzzed with unrest.

Inside the meeting hall, the village's leaders were gathered Juro, the Head Jonin, flanked by his most trusted Underlings. His weathered face was ashen, his fingers drumming on the wooden table in a sharp, erratic rhythm.

(AN: I used Head Jonin instead of Kage here since the Hidden Grass is not one of the 5 Great Nations only those have Kage.)

"When was the last confirmed sighting of Karin Uzumaki?" Juro asked, his voice cold but trembling with the edge of unease.

"Around sundown yesterday," replied Kenta, one of the Chunin squad leaders. His eyes darted nervously, the weight of the situation clear on his face. "She was in her usual state—weak, compliant, barely able to stand. The guards reported nothing unusual."

"And now she's gone?" Juro snapped, his tone sharp enough to make the room flinch. He rose to his feet, his shadow looming over the table. "You mean to tell me that a child, half-dead from chakra exhaustion, escaped on her own? Impossible."

"Exactly, sir," Kenta said, swallowing hard. "We found signs of a struggle near her quarters. Two Chunin guards are confirmed dead… in horrifying ways." He hesitated, his voice dropping. "One had his Troat ripped out, and the other… well, it's hard to describe. It's as if he was torn apart."

"It wasn't her," Juro said firmly, shaking his head. "Karin doesn't have the strength or the skills to pull off something like this. No, someone infiltrated the village."

"But why go to such lengths for a single child?" one of the Jonin asked. "Karin may be useful, but she's no battlefield asset."

Juro's face hardened. "You underestimate the importance of her bloodline. The Uzumaki's regenerative abilities make them priceless, not just as healers but as tools of war. Her presence in our village has always been our trump card for dire times. Whoever took her knows this."

"Or…" said another Jonin, her voice low, "they want her for something far worse. A young pitiful Uzumaki Girl, perfect to become a breeding slave or be Indoctrinated … Plus her Bloodline can be exploited in ways that go beyond battle."

Juro's jaw tightened. "Enough. We can speculate all day, but it won't bring her back. What we need is action."

One of the younger Jonin, a wiry man named Kaede, stepped forward. "Sir, with all due respect, whoever did this managed to infiltrate our village undetected, kill two Chunin without raising the alarm, and disappear without leaving behind any significant trail. This isn't the work of a rogue mercenary or a bandit. We're dealing with someone skilled—possibly a Jonin or higher."

Juro nodded grimly. "Which is why we're treating this as an S-Rank mission. Assemble a retrieval squad of our best Jonin immediately. Karin must be brought back at all costs."

The room erupted into a flurry of movement. Orders were shouted, scrolls unrolled, and maps of the surrounding terrain were spread across the table. The Hidden Grass Village's resources were mobilized in an instant.

Juro turned to Kaede and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You'll lead the squad. Take three others of your choosing and head out immediately. Find any trail you can, no matter how faint. And Kaede…" His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "Whoever did this—make sure they don't leave the Land of Grass alive."

Kaede's expression hardened. "Understood, sir."

Within the hour, the retrieval squad was assembled at the gates. Kaede stood at the front, flanked by three elite Jonin—Riko, a sensory specialist; Taro, known for his brute strength and Earth Release mastery; and Hanako, a skilled tracker with a sharp eye for detail.

"We're moving east," Kaede announced, scanning the forest ahead. "That's the most likely direction the infiltrator would've taken. The border with the Land of Fire is only a day's travel from here. If they cross it, things get more complicated."

Riko closed her eyes, her hands forming a quick sequence of seals. "I'll scan for chakra signatures as we go," she said. "If they're within range, I'll find them."

"Good," Kaede said, nodding. "Hanako, you're on point. Taro, stay close and cover her. I'll take the rear."

The team moved out, slipping into the dense forest like shadows. Hanako crouched low, her fingers brushing against the ground as she examined the faint tracks left behind—a slight indentation in the soil, a snapped twig, a faint bloodstain on a nearby bush.

Back in the village, Juro stood atop the outer wall, watching the retrieval squad vanish into the forest. His hands were clasped behind his back, his expression unreadable.

"Do you think they'll find her?" asked a voice behind him. It was Hina, one of the village elders.

"They have to," Juro said quietly. "If we lose Karin Uzumaki, the consequences for this village will be dire."

"And if the infiltrator truly is a Jonin or worse?" Hina pressed. "What then?"

Juro's gaze hardened. "Then they'll learn why no one crosses the Hidden Grass Village."

Unknowingly the Jonin teamed had tracked the wrong direction of where Karin had Gone and would thus never find her.

(AN: HAHA!)