"Yeah, I did." Naruto grinned. "You're terrible at ramen, though. We're fixing that."
"I'm not here to fight," V-2 said. "I'm here to complete you." Uzumaki Naruto -V.2- NZC
Shikamaru tapped the screen. An image appeared—a masked figure, lean and fast, with a tattered cloak and a single crimson eye glowing through a cracked ANBU mask. The symbol on their back wasn't a village insignia. It was a zero. "Yeah, I did
"You came," V-2 said. Their voice was modulated, but underneath it, Naruto heard something unsettling: his own cadence, his own pauses. "I'm here to complete you
"Admitting it isn't weakness. Pretending you don't have it—that's weakness."
V-2 descended slowly. Up close, the differences were clearer. Their cloak was patched with fuinjutsu tags. Their right arm was bandaged from elbow to fingertip, glowing faintly blue—synthetic chakra veins.