Sugira nods, and turns to Naruto.

"You alright?" he asks. 

"Yeah. Yeah, I am." And then he punches Sasuke in the arm. "You have a lot of explaining to do."

"I suppose I do."

"My real name's Sugira. I'm not - originally Uchiha Sasuke. In fact..."

And he explains, in the long moments of the illusion. He has time, here.

Naruto's take-away: is Sasuke basically my dad???

His second thought: holy shit I have eleven siblings somewhere this is the best day ever!

He tackle-hugs his definitely-a-dad and says, "You gotta tell me about it more. Later. For now... Let's help our friends. And our enemies, too."

Sugira pats his head, finally at the right height for this, and then they're slipping back into the real world - 

He barely has time to get annoyed by being thirteen-year-old-shaped again before he's rocketing into Elieyha and Shukaku's seal.

There is a cave made of stone and a jar made of clay. The jar is cracked, and a quarter of its upper half is missing. The space inside of the jar is much larger than it should be, and within sits a sand-colored tanuki. One of its forelimbs reaches out through the hole in the jar to grip the nape of Elieyha's neck. She's standing upright, though seems asleep.

"Shukaku. Let her go."

It's not just words - there's a strong mental compulsion layered in. Release her. Back off. 

Shukaku doesn't seem the type to fight it off easily.

The arm releases its grip, and Elieyha's eyes snap open. She and Shukaku growl at the intruders in tandem.

There's an adult, regarding her calmly. He seems familiar - almost like he could be Sasuke's relative, except his eyes lack the sharingan. He carries himself like someone who expects to win fairly arbitrary fights.

"Hello, Elieyha, Shukaku. Let's have a chat."

"Why."

"I want to talk to you, because I would like to resolve this fight with no one dead, and because I would prefer it if that involves convincing or at least bribing you, and not threatening you."

He can already tell today's going to be a 'talking way too much' day.

"Bah! Kill him and let us be done with this."

Elieyha half-turns to glare at the jar. "Shut up."

"Ungrateful brat! You take my power and dare to disrespect me-!"

"I said leave her alone."

An open ended 'suggestion' like that is a bit harder to enforce, but it should get Shukaku to shut up for approximately a minute and a half.

"Negotiations happen when both sides behave."

"...Who are you."

"My name is Sugira. I'm not from this world, originally."

"Then where did you come from."

"A planetary nation on the edges of an interplanetary empire. A bored effectively omnipotent asshole stranded me here - because she thought it'd be funny, presumably. Still, I've made friends here, and would like to see this world at least approach a basic standard of living."

She narrows her eyes.

He's fine letting this silence stretch out, but - "What do you want? If you could be in any position, doing anything with your life - "

"Why do you care."

"You exist. I want you to be not unhappy, at least. The same I want for everyone. The world is - better, when people have their needs met. More stable. I could spend a month on spell-craft without someone invading, even." That last is said fairly sarcastically.

"Hah!" snorts Shukaku. "A utopian vision. Soft. Unrealistic. Pointless."