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A Shinobi of Paradis Chapter 3 (Fishing, and Bonding)
🕑 Added 2023-06-21 20:28:06 +0000 UTCAfter a minute, the feeling of calmness faded away slowly, Naruto opened his eyes, and the birds flew away; Meanwhile, Grisha, who had been watching from a distance, slowly made his way towards Naruto, his mouth agape, unsure of what to say to his son. Eren, on the other hand, was busy admiring the gargantuan tree that now towered over them, forty meters tall and seemingly reaching for the sky.
Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity of silence, Grisha summoned the courage to take a few tentative steps toward his son, Naruto. As he drew nearer, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and a sudden urge of energy spread through his entire body when he placed his hand on Naruto's shoulder. Despite feeling this strange sensation, Grisha ignored it and focused all of his attention on his son's piercing blue eyes, which seemed to be filled with a strange mix of emotions.
"Naruto, my son, how did you do this?" Grisha asked, his voice laced with sudden seriousness, catching Naruto off guard. The five-year-old boy's eyes darted away from his father's intense gaze, wondering if he had done something to make him angry. The air was filled with a tense silence as Naruto struggled to form a response. He had always known that he possessed a unique skill, but he had never expected his father to react in such a way. As Naruto tried to find the words to explain himself, his father's questioning gaze remained fixed upon him, waiting for an answer.
As the words stumbled out of his mouth, Naruto's heart pounded in his chest, and his palms grew clammy with anxiety. Naruto felt his eyes grow hot with tears, threatening to spill over at any moment. Just as he thought he might break down completely, Grisha's strong arms wrapped around him, holding him close.
Naruto could feel the warmth of Grisha's body and the steady beat of his heart as he held him tight. At that moment, all of Naruto's worries melted away, replaced by a sense of safety and comfort.
"I'm sorry," Naruto whispered, his voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to make you angry."Grisha didn't say anything but simply held Naruto close, offering him the silent reassurance that he needed.
But as his father's gentle voice reached his ears, Naruto felt a wave of relief wash over him. "Hey, I'm not angry with you, Naruto," Grisha said softly. "I'm proud of you. I just want to know what you did." Naruto couldn't believe it - he had expected his father to be furious with him, to shout and scold him for his foolishness. He turned to face his father, a bright smile spreading across his face as he threw his arms around him in a tight embrace. For a moment, the two of them stood there, father and son
Grisha, without hesitation, reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and gently retrieved a soft, white napkin. With great care and tenderness, he delicately wiped away the unshed tears from Naruto's cheek, all the while offering comforting words of reassurance. Meanwhile, Eren stood in awe at the sight of the colossal tree before him, towering at a height of 40 meters. It was a remarkable sight to behold, one that he had never before witnessed, aside from the towering Wall Maria.
Naruto glanced at his father's handkerchief with a quizzical expression plastered on his face and asked, "Father, why do you always carry a napkin around?" His father, Grisha, who was always prepared for any situation, chuckled heartily at Naruto's question and wiped away the tears that had rolled down Naruto's chubby cheeks with his trusty napkin. The soft, gentle touch of the napkin on Naruto's face reminded him of his father's love and care, and he felt grateful for having such a thoughtful and kind father.
As Grisha wiped away the last remnants of grime from Naruto's little nose, he turned to the blonde and imparted some advice, "I'm a doctor, Naruto. It's important always to have something to clean your hands." Naruto chuckled at his father's words. Just then, Eren arrived with a bright smile, his eagerness to play evident in his eyes.
Eren's bright smile illuminated the forest as he turned to Naruto and posed the question, "Naruto, can you grow a taller tree?" Naruto's eyes widened as he took a step back, unsure of how to respond. He opened and closed his mouth several times as he tried to process the request. He had grown the tree, but only by following the instructions from the mysterious voice in his head. The memory of that experience flooded his mind, and he couldn't help but wonder if he could do it again. The trees around them rustled in the breeze as Naruto contemplated the task at hand.
The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow on the small patch of greenery where Eren and Naruto were standing. Eren was staring up at the tree in front of him, wishing it were taller so he could climb even higher. Naruto was standing next to him, silently watching his brother with a small smile on his face.
Just as Eren was about to ask Naruto again if he could grow the tree taller, Grisha cleared his throat loudly to grab their attention. Eren and Naruto both turned to face him, wondering what he wanted."Not now," Grisha said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. Eren opened his mouth to protest, but Grisha quickly gave him a look that said this wasn't up for discussion. Eren pouted loudly, feeling frustrated that he couldn't do what he wanted. However, he quickly realized that he could ask Naruto later when they played again on the roof of their house.
"We are leaving this place. We are going to Blume Lake. There we can catch more fish," Grisha explained. With a swift motion, he picked up the fishing rod from the ground, admiring its sleek design and sturdiness, before carefully placing it in his bag, along with a small wooden box that contained all the necessary items for fishing, from hooks to bait.
Eren stood there, awestruck, admiring the giant tree that Naruto had grown, towering over them with its magnificent branches as if reaching for the sky. Even though he tried to appear nonchalant, Eren couldn't help but wonder if Naruto had the power to grow yet another tree, but this time as tall as Wall Maria or perhaps even taller. The mere thought of it filled Eren with excitement and anticipation as he longed to explore what lay beyond the confines of Wall Maria. He yearned to discover new lands, meet new people, and embark on exciting adventures. However, his mother had forbidden him from venturing beyond the safety of the walls, and so Eren could only dream of the wonders that lay beyond.
On a sunny afternoon, Eren and Naruto had concocted a plan to climb on top of Wall Maria, the towering structure that protected their hometown from the Titans. They knew their mother would never approve of such a risky adventure, so they sought the help of Hannes, a local guard who was known for his love of alcohol. With a trembling voice, they begged him to keep their secret safe. To their surprise, Hannes was sober that day and his sense of duty overwhelmed his sympathy for the boys. He sternly grabbed them by their ears and dragged them back to their home, where he explained to Carla what Naruto and Eren had asked him to do.
Carla's eyes widened with fear as she imagined her beloved sons risking their lives beyond the wall. She scolded them both for a long hour, reminding them of the countless dangers that lurked outside the safety of the wall. With every passing minute, they were reminded of their vulnerability as children and the terrifying reality of the Titans lurking just beyond the safety of their town. Their mother painted a vivid picture of the countless scouts who had lost their lives in the face of these monstrous creatures and the devastating impact they had on their families.
Despite hearing stories from their neighbors about the barren wasteland beyond Wall Maria being filled to the brim with Titans, Naruto, and Eren's unbridled curiosity and yearning to explore the outside world remained unscathed and unquenched. The thought of discovering new horizons, unmasking mysteries, and unraveling secrets that lay beyond the walls of their confined city was a driving force that kept their spirits alive. They refused to let fear and uncertainty cloud their vision and dampen their fervor for adventure, and instead, they made a solemn vow to set foot outside the walls and witness the world with their own eyes.
Grisha and Naruto strolled away from the Lake, the sound of the water fading into the background as they moved further away from it. Grisha's mind was preoccupied with thoughts of what Naruto had just done, knowing that it wouldn't go unnoticed by the Military Police. He couldn't help but think about the consequences of their actions, knowing that, eventually, someone would come to check it out. After all, everyone knew that a 40 meters tall tree doesn't just grow out of nowhere, and it would be impossible for the MP to ignore something so unusual. Despite his concerns, Grisha hoped that the MP would decide to turn a blind eye to their misadventure, believing that it was nothing more than an unusual tree.
As Grisha and his children walked away from the towering 40 meters tall tree, he couldn't help but glance over his shoulder to admire its grandeur once more. The massive tree's branches stretched out in all directions, casting a vast shadow across the land. Grisha marveled at the tree's size and wondered how long it had been growing and whether it would keep growing taller still. As he pondered, a thought occurred to him - could it be that the tree needed the presence of Naruto to continue its growth?
Naruto felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of peace wash over him as though the very essence of the forest had infused his soul. With each step, he felt his senses sharpen, and the world around him came alive in a way he had never experienced before. The rustling of leaves, the chirping of birds, the babbling of the nearby stream - everything seemed to be amplified and clearer than ever before. Naruto was now acutely aware of his surroundings, from the smallest insect crawling on the forest floor to the majestic trees towering above him, swaying gently in the breeze. It was as though he had been given a gift of heightened perception, and he reveled in the newfound clarity of his mind. With this newfound strength and clarity, Naruto felt he could take on anything that the world could throw at him, and he walked with a newfound sense of purpose and confidence.
Naruto, Eren, and Grisha strolled leisurely through the vast expanse of lush, green fields, their feet sinking softly into the velvety grass carpet. The sun shone down upon them, warming their skin and casting a golden glow over the landscape, while the gentle breeze rustled through the leaves of the trees, creating a soothing melody that filled the air around them. As they walked, Naruto gazed up at the radiant sun, its rays casting a dappled pattern on his face, and listened to the cheerful chirping of birds perched on the branches of a nearby tree. He felt an overwhelming sense of contentment and peace wash over him, and he couldn't help but smile widely as he basked in the warm embrace of nature. The grass danced playfully beneath their feet, swaying to the rhythm of the gentle breeze, and Naruto's heart felt light and free as he continued to walk, surrounded by the beauty of the world around him.
Grisha, on the other hand, was lost in thought and couldn't help but steal a glance at his son, still trying to fathom how he was capable of such incredible feats. He had always known that Naruto was special, but the ability to grow a towering tree that reached 40 meters in just a matter of seconds was something he had never imagined possible.
Grisha found himself lost in thought as he pondered the mystery of his son's unique power. He had scoured every textbook, every article, every scrap of information about the Founder, Ymir. But despite his exhaustive research, Grisha was no closer to solving the puzzle. Ymir, the legendary Titan who had once built walls and bridges with her abilities, possessed incredible powers beyond the imagination of ordinary mortals. And yet, nowhere in the annals of Titan history had ever been recorded that any of the Titan powers could be used to grow trees. Grisha racked his brains, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for his son's remarkable gift. Was it possible that his child possessed a completely new Titan power, one that had never been seen before? Or was there something else at play, some unknown force that was allowing his son to bend the rules of Titan physiology?
As Grisha observed Naruto, it was clear to him that he looked and behaved just like any other person. Yet, Grisha could not shake off the vivid memory of the powerful and calming sensation that enveloped him when he touched Naruto's shoulder. It was a feeling that lingered within him, a feeling that he couldn't help but compare to the sensation he experienced when he transformed into a Titan. Even though it had been two years since he last turned into a Titan, the memory of the rush of power that surged through his veins like a violent fire was still fresh in his mind. The similarity between these two sensations was uncanny, leaving Grisha feeling both curious and unsettled.
As Eren approached Naruto with admiration and curiosity, he couldn't resist but ask, "Naruto, how did you do that? Can you teach me?" Naruto, taken aback by Eren's eagerness, opened his mouth to respond but found himself at a loss for words. He scratched his cheek with his index finger, a nervous habit, and pondered how to explain his techniques to Eren. Meanwhile, Grisha listened intently, eager to witness the exchange between his two sons.
Naruto was taken aback by the sudden question and found himself struggling to articulate the answer. His gaze shifted downward as he tried to verbalize the depth of his experience. His voice quivered as he began to explain the inexplicable. "I-I-I don't know how to answer," he muttered uncertainly. "But, I started meditating, and gradually, I began to feel a warm sensation spreading through my body." Naruto paused, gazing at his open palm as if searching for the right words.
"A Warm Feeling?" Eren questioned, slightly confused as he tilted his head to the side.
"Yes, like a warm ball near me when I meditated. I focused on that ball, and it got closer and closer until I suddenly felt as if the ball fused with me, and my entire body felt warm. The ball disassembled," As Naruto spoke, his eyes gazed up at the bright and radiant sun above them, squinting ever so slightly. Eren couldn't help but be captivated by Naruto's words, feeling an overwhelming sense of curiosity and wonder.
"When the warm feeling disappeared, that's when I opened my eyes," Naruto finished his explanation, looking back at his father and Eren; his father seemed deep in thought while Eren looked excited.
"I will definitely try it," Eren suddenly exclaimed enthusiastically, his eyes filled with curiosity as he gazed out at the tranquil grassy field before him. He felt a sudden urge to immerse himself in the peacefulness of the surroundings, eager to experience what Naruto was talking about. However, before he could take a step forward, Grisha grabbed him by the tunic with a firm grip, lifting him slightly off the ground while shaking his head in disapproval.
"Not now, Eren, right now we are going fishing, and you're not telling anyone what transpired here," Grisha spoke with a sudden seriousness in his voice; both Eren and Naruto shared glances before looking back at their father.
Grisha had been planning this fishing trip for weeks, and he wasn't about to let anything ruin it. He knew that Eren had a tendency to blurt out things he shouldn't, especially when he was excited, so he wanted to make sure he set some ground rules before they even got started.
Grisha looked at Eren, waiting for him to answer; Eren sighed wearily before nodding in agreement. Grisha knew Eren would probably do that behind his back, but he quickly decided to have a long discussion with the boys once they reached the Lake. He wanted to make sure they understood the importance of keeping secrets and the consequences that could come from not doing so.
Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, they emerged from the forest and caught their first glimpse of the lake, shimmering like a jewel in the sunlight. As they drew closer, Grisha's eyes were drawn to a small dock made of wood built on the side of the lake. The wood of the dock seemed old and weathered, and Grisha couldn't help but wonder how much longer it would stand before succumbing to the elements. Despite its precarious appearance, however, Grisha felt a sense of excitement building inside of him. He loved to spend more time with his sons, and this was a perfect opportunity.
Grisha's commanding voice echoed across the tranquil lake, beckoning his two sons, Eren and Naruto, to join him in his fishing endeavor. "Let's catch fish here, Eren, Naruto, you two stay close. I want to talk with you both," he spoke assertively, his tone leaving no room for arguments. In response, the young boys looked at each other with a hint of confusion before simply shrugging their shoulders and following their father's lead. As they made their way to the lake shore, Grisha's mind raced with the many things he wanted to discuss with his sons.
As Grisha settled down on the shore full of small rocks, he decided to put down a blanket to make himself comfortable. Meanwhile, Naruto was lost in thought, fixated on the sun's reflection on the lake's surface. The water was so clear that he could see small fish darting around, from tiny minnows to fish as big as his arm. Occasionally, he saw some of the bigger fish leap out of the water to catch a fly, creating ripples that spread across the lake's glassy surface.
"Well, boys, sit here," Grisha gestured to the two young boys with a kind smile and instructed them to make themselves comfortable on the worn and weathered mattress he had placed on the ground. Naruto and Eren eagerly obliged, their eyes filled with wonder and anticipation for what their father was about to say. As Grisha settled in beside them, he pulled out a well-worn fishing rod from his trusty bag, expertly examining the line and bait before casting his line into the nearby lake. The gentle sound of the water lapping against the shore filled the air as Grisha began to speak.
Grisha's serious tone caught both Eren and Naruto off guard. "What Naruto did today is to remain a secret," he said firmly, his eyes scanning their faces for any sign of disobedience. "I want both of you not to talk about this. Otherwise, the word will spread," he continued, his voice lowering to a menacing growl. The boys gulped nervously, their hearts pounding in their chests as they tried to process the gravity of their father's words. They had never seen Grisha so serious before, and the weight of his warning hung heavily in the air.
Naruto, a little perplexed, inquired of his father, "Why not? What if other people can do what I do? Won't that be helpful against the Titans?" The thought of being able to use his newly discovered power to protect humanity from the Titans was a noble ambition for Naruto. However, Grisha, being mindful of the dangers that lurked in the shadows, couldn't help but worry about the consequences of Naruto's actions. He knew that if the Royal Family got wind of Naruto's abilities, they would waste no time in silencing him and getting rid of him, just like they had done with countless others in the past. Despite Naruto's innocence, Grisha couldn't bring himself to explain the harsh reality of the situation to his son for fear of crushing his hopes and dreams.
Grisha sat cross-legged on the blanket he placed on the shore, the cool breeze playing with his hair as his eyes were fixated on the horizon. He was lost in thought, his mind racing with different words and phrases that could help him convey the gravity of the situation. As he looked over his shoulder, he saw Naruto and Eren had started playing tag, their laughter echoing in the serene landscape.
He knew they were still naive, unaware of the consequences of their actions, but he needed to make them understand that some things were not meant to be joked about. Grisha closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before diving back into his thoughts. He replayed the conversation in his mind, analyzing every word that was said. He knew that the situation was delicate, and one wrong move could make things worse. He needed to choose his words carefully, so they would understand the severity of their actions without feeling attacked. After what seemed like an eternity of pondering, Grisha finally opened his eyes, a determined expression on his face. He knew exactly what he needed to say to convince them.
"Eren, Naruto. If you promise to keep quiet about this, I will give you both permission to climb on top of Wall Maria to see the outside world the moment Hannes is available," Grisha promised, turning to look at both Eren and Naruto. Both of their faces brightened up like stars.
With a loud and exuberant "YES!!" Naruto and Eren expressed their excitement by jumping up and down and punching the air with sheer joy that was contagious. Grisha joined in the celebration, unable to resist the infectious enthusiasm of his sons. He laughed along with them, feeling grateful for having such wonderful children who always managed to brighten up his day. However, as he basked at the moment, a part of him couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness that his eldest son, Zeke, was not there to share in the family's happiness and revelry. He wished Zeke could be there with them, for the whole family to be together once more.
Grisha couldn't help but wonder what his son, Zeke, was up to at this very moment. Did he ever think of his parents? Grisha found himself hopeful at the thought, but deep down, he knew Zeke harbored a deep-seated hatred toward them. He couldn't really blame his son, though, as he had been a terrible father to him, a mistake he swore he wouldn't repeat with his younger sons, Naruto and Eren. Despite his guilt and regret, Grisha couldn't help but let his mind wander to the possibility of seeing Zeke again. In his dreams, he would imagine their reunion.
' As Grisha looked up, his eyes widened in disbelief, and his voice rasped out his son's name, "Zeke!" Standing before him was Zeke, who was older now but still his son. Grisha couldn't believe his eyes, yet he felt an overwhelming sense of pride and sadness fill his heart.
He stood up, his legs moving on their own towards his son, who stood silently before him. Grisha's voice trembled with emotion as he spoke, "Is that really you? You have grown so much!" He couldn't contain his emotions any longer, and he threw his arms around Zeke, hugging him close.
But his son's body was stiff, and Grisha could feel the tension in his muscles. As Grisha sobbed against his son's shoulder, he couldn't help but feel a flood of memories wash over him. Memories of Zeke's childhood, of the moments they shared together, of the laughter and tears they had shed. Grisha realized that time had passed so quickly, and he had missed out on so much of his son's life.
With a deep sigh, Grisha pulled back slightly and looked into his son's eyes. "I'm Sorry, I was such a Terrible Father. Zeke! I love you, Zeke! I know I was a terrible father, but if only I had spent more time with you." Grisha's sobs intensified as he poured out all the regrets and emotions he had bottled up for so long. Finally, Zeke spoke, his voice laced with a mix of emotions.
The first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains of Grisha's bedroom, signaling the start of a new day. Suddenly, he jolted awake, realizing that he had just woken up from a dream where he saw his long-lost son Zeke. Grisha was perplexed and couldn't make sense of the dream. However, he couldn't help but feel an intense longing to see Zeke once again and to have all three of his sons together, if only for a fleeting moment. The prospect of reuniting with Zeke and spending quality time with his family brought a glimmer of hope to Grisha's heart, stirring up a deep-seated yearning that he had suppressed for years. '
Grisha looked back at Naruto and Eren; he escaped his grave thoughts and focused on his children for now.
A flurry of grave thoughts had consumed Grisha's mind, but as he looked back at his children, Naruto and Eren, who were playing on the shore of the serene lake, he felt a sudden wave of relief wash over him. The sight of their smiling faces and the sound of their playful laughter were enough to make him forget about his worries for a moment. The sun was shining bright, casting a warm golden glow over the scene, and the gentle breeze that swept across the water carried with it the sweet fragrance of wildflowers. Grisha watched as his kids, both of them soaked to the bone, engaged in a spirited water fight, throwing handfuls of water at each other's faces, their giggles echoing across the lake. For a brief moment, Grisha allowed himself to be fully present at the moment, savoring the simple joy of watching his children have fun and feeling grateful for the beauty of the world around him.
'The World is so Cruel, yet so Beautiful.'
After Naruto and Eren were done playfully splashing water at each other, Grisha gestured for them to sit beside him. The trio settled down beside the tranquil lake, surrounded by the beauty of nature. With his skilled hands, he expertly cast his fishing line into the water, patiently waiting for a bite.
It didn't take long for the fish to start nibbling on the bait, and Grisha's line began to tug. With a steady and practiced hand, he began to reel in his catch. As he rolled the line roller of the fishing pod, the fish hung by the hook, its body twisting and turning in Grisha's skilled grip. Naruto and Eren watched in amazement as Grisha skillfully pulled the fish away from the water, his movements smooth and effortless.
"This is how you remove the hook," Grisha deftly instructed Eren and Naruto on removing the hook from the fish they had just caught. As he grabbed the fish by its tailbone, the creature struggled to break free from his grasp but eventually grew exhausted and stopped fighting back. Eren and Naruto watched with rapt attention as Grisha carefully removed the hook from the fish's mouth. His movements were precise and deliberate. Once the hook was successfully dislodged, Eren eagerly opened the bucket full of water, and Grisha gently tossed the fish into its newfound home.
"If you're not careful, the hook might pierce your fingertips," Grisha warned, his eyes fixed on the sharp point of the hook. Eren and Naruto nodded in understanding, grateful for the caution.
The sun was shining high in the sky, casting a warm glow on the crystal-clear water as the father-son duo continued their fishing expedition for what seemed like hours. Eren's eyes were glued to his fishing rod, awaiting any sign of a fish biting the bait. Grisha, on the other hand, knew how to be patient, waiting for the perfect catch.
As the hours passed, they caught five more fish, and Grisha, with a satisfied smile, decided that it was more than enough for one day. Eren was curious about what they would do with the fish they caught, so he asked his father. Grisha looked at his son and, with a gentle voice, explained that they would sell three of them in the market. They would keep the other three for dinner. Eren's mouth watered at the thought of the delicious meal that awaited them.
As Grisha was preparing to tell Naruto they were going home, the sun was setting behind them, casting a warm, orange glow across the forest. Grisha was lost in thought, contemplating the day's events, when he heard Naruto's voice pierce the silence. "Father, I hear something heavy coming," Naruto spoke with a hint of urgency in his voice. Grisha's heart skipped a beat as he saw the concern etched on his son's face. He quickly put down the bag he was holding and turned to face the forest, squinting his eyes in an attempt to see what Naruto had spotted. Despite his best efforts, all he could see were the tall trees swaying in the wind. However, he trusted his son's instincts and knew that Naruto wouldn't say he was hearing something coming if he wasn't. Grisha felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized they might be in danger.
Slowly, his hand moved to the inside pocket of his jacket, searching for the scalpel he always carried with him. His fingers closed around the blade handle, and he pulled it out, feeling the cool metal glinting in the sunlight. He held it up, watching as it caught the light and glittered like a diamond. Taking a deep breath, Grisha aimed the scalpel at his palm, ready to slice himself and draw blood if necessary. He knew this was the only way to turn into a Titan, and he was willing to do whatever it took to save his sons.
"Eren, Naruto, stand back," Grisha ordered with a firm voice as he positioned himself before his two sons, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any potential danger. With a swift motion, he made a small cut on his index finger, the droplets of blood glistening in the dim light of the forest. He knew the risks of turning into a Titan, but he couldn't afford to let his guard down, not with his family's safety on the line. Grisha pushed his sons behind him, his broad shoulders shielding them from any harm that might come their way. He took a deep breath, his muscles tensed, ready to transform at a moment's notice.
His ears perked up at the sudden noise of heavy footsteps approaching. The rhythmic thuds grew louder and faster, sending shivers down his spine and causing his heart to race with fear. He strained his ears to identify the source of the sound, and from the cadence, he could tell that it was a big creature moving with incredible speed. Suddenly, out of the dense foliage emerged a massive short-faced bear, its muscular body propelling it forward in a full sprint towards Grisha. The bear's size was truly awe-inspiring, standing at a towering height of 3.1 meters, with fur as dark as night and teeth that gleamed menacingly in the dappled sunlight. Its sharp fangs were large enough to tear apart a fully grown elk, and as it charged toward Grisha.
"Run!" Grisha screamed in terror as he gestured towards Eren and Naruto, his voice quivering with fear and anxiety as he watched the massive bear charging towards them. Without a second thought, Grisha bolted towards the beast, his mind already made up to turn into a Titan and kill it before it could harm his sons.
As he ran, Grisha could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, his heart racing with each passing second. He knew that revealing his true nature to Eren and Naruto was a risk, but he couldn't allow them to be hurt by the ferocious animal. Just as Grisha was about to transform into a Titan, something miraculous happened. Suddenly, large thick veins of trees burst from the ground, their trunks growing at an incredible rate, shooting up like spears toward the sky. The trees created a natural barrier between the bear and Grisha.
Grisha suddenly noticed the towering trees around him come to life in a way he had never seen before. The veins of the massive trees started to writhe and twist as if they were alive, their roots digging deep into the earth and their branches reaching for the sky. And then, without warning, the bear that had been chasing him stopped in its tracks, startled by the sight of the trees coming to life. As the bear turned to flee, the tree's veins quickly surged towards it, wrapping around its massive body like a python squeezing its prey. The bear let out a deafening roar of agony as the veins tightened around it, the pressure increasing with each passing second. Grisha watched in awe as the bear struggled against the powerful grip of the trees, its massive body thrashing back and forth as it fought for its life.
But suddenly, something strange happened. The tree veins that had been tightening around the bear's massive body suddenly released their grip and retreated, allowing the bear to break free and gallop away deep into the forest. The veins, like some eerie tentacles, receded slowly back into the ground from which they had emerged, leaving Naruto breathless and trembling with fear. As he knelt down on the ground, his heart pounding so hard that he feared it might burst from his chest, the tree veins continued to move, writhing and twisting in a grotesque dance until the bear had completely disappeared from view. Only then did the veins finally come to rest, falling heavily to the forest floor with a series of dull thuds.
"Naruto," The sound of Eren's frantic voice echoed through the air, his heart pounding with fear as he saw his brother's complexion grow increasingly pale and his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.
With lightning speed, Eren sprinted towards Naruto, his feet pounding against the hard ground as he closed the distance between them. As he drew nearer, he could see the sweat glistening on Naruto's forehead and the way his body was shaking with the effort to stay upright.
Fear gripped Eren's heart as he realized that something was seriously wrong with his brother, and he knew that he had to act fast if he wanted to help him. "Father!" Eren's voice was desperate as he turned to face his dad, who was standing a few feet away, watching the scene unfold with a worried expression on his face. "Please, help him!"
As Grisha gazed upon his son Naruto, he softly questioned, "Naruto, can you hear me, my son?" He tenderly placed the back of his hand on Naruto's forehead, checking his son's temperature. To his surprise, Naruto was not warm; instead, he was a bit cold, sending waves of concern throughout Grisha's body. Suddenly, Naruto's body gave out, and he lost consciousness, collapsing against Grisha's arms. With his fatherly instincts kicking in, Grisha quickly lifted Naruto up, holding him tightly to his chest.
Eren's heart raced as he gasped loudly, fearing the worst as he watched Grisha approach with Naruto in his arms. But Grisha's reassuring words and kind smile put him at ease. "Naruto is just tired, Eren," he said with a comforting tone. "How about we go home? I'm sure Carla's cookies will make him wake up in no time." With that, Grisha walked away, one arm cradling Naruto and the other carrying his fishing bag. Eren followed closely, his mind now at ease, knowing that his brother was in good hands and that the promise of their mother's delicious cookies would surely wake Naruto up from his slumber.
As Eren and his father made their way through the lush green grass fields, a sense of relief flooded over Eren as he sighed deeply. His heart was still racing from the recent encounter with the ferocious bear; a small part of him couldn't help but think that Naruto should have killed the bear. However, Eren quickly dismissed these thoughts and focused his attention on keeping pace with his father. As they walked through the forest, Eren instinctively reached out and grabbed his father's bag, eager to lighten the load and share the burden of their journey.
