Naruto stared at the jonin training his aim from across the public training ground, it was Narutos favourite pastime to watch the shinobi of Suna train while he'd imagine that he were in their place. He was going to start attening Sunas academy in a few fays now since he had just turned six. That meant that he only had another six more years to go before he turned 12 and got to graduate. Smiling at the though he looked down at his hands which were holding his favourite and only possession. A single kunai. Due to him being an orphan and because of the economic crisis Suna was currently in the orphanages budget had been cut to the point where they only really gave the children food and clothes as well as a place to sleep. But Naruto wouldn't let that bring him down, he would become a great ninja and help Suna recover back to its former glory. Gripping his kunai tighter he felt the cold feeling of the metal press against the palm of his hands due to the cloth having come of ages ago.

Slowly raising his head he checked where the sun was currently located, he had to make sure he didn't miss 'dinner' this time, last time he'd been sitting here from hours and once he had returned the rest of the kids in the orphanage had already eaten his share of the food. Standing up and wiping the sand off his gray robes he shoot off running towards the orphanage a small smile set on his face.


A few days had passed rather quickly and Naruto had finally attended his first lesson at the academy, while he had though he'd be overjoyed and brimming with excitement about finally beginning his shinobi training but he had found himself incredibly bored. The only thing they'd done during the whole day was talk about Sunas history. And not some sweet shinobi history, boring civilian kind of history. Why would he care about which the first weapon shop of Suna was, or which nobles had funded the foundation of the village together with the wind daimyƍ. What he wanted to know was the interesting stuff, About the strong ninjas, like Monzaemon Chikamatsu, or Sasori of the Red Sand. Or about the four Kazekages. That would've been interesting, helpful and FUN. Due to this bored state he had entered he had begun to play around with his kunai trough the entire lecture, throwing it from his right hand to his left, back to his right and so on. Only to yelp in surprise as the kunai paused its movement in between throws, causing it to float unsuspended in the air before it fell down.

"W-What the hell?" Though Naruto to himself as he collected himself. "What was that?" Glancing around the classroom he saw that no-one seemed to have been paying any attention towards him. Rather then focus on the lecture from the teacher he decided to continue day dreaming, only not playing around with his kunai this time.


As Naruto finally got out of the academy he ran off towards one of the less used training grounds. As he arrived he quickly pulled out his kunai and tried to get it to float in the air once again. It had proven to be a much harder task then the young boy had though. He had been at it for what felt like hours before he started to feel a strange feeling in his stomach, which he institutionally tried to pull out, to his joy and excitement the moment he did the kunai once again began to float out of his hand and slowly ascended into the air. Staring at the kunai he felt a large grin spread across his face before he laughed out loud in a fit of joy. He had just discovered something amazing, far more amazing then what he was currently assuming that it was. Jiton, the magnet release used by third Kazekage.

After watching the kunai float around in the air he decided to attempt to make it descend, and while he managed it, it didn't exactly go as he had hoped. He had hoped that it would've slowly floated back down and landed in his hand, while what it did was simply fall down to the ground as gravity took its course. While softly swearing to himself as he bent down and picked up the kunai he felt the same strange pull in his stomach again, however this time the feeling travelled from his stomach into his arm before finally pushing itself into the kunai.

Narutos yellow eyes widened at the sight as his kunai slowly began to crumble into small pieces of iron like sand before nothing remained of his precious kunai.

"...FUCK, GOD DAMNIT!" screamed Naruto at the top of his lungs while pulling his dark gray hair in desperation. "Nonononononononono!" he continued to chant in denial while he watched the remains of his kunai mix with the sand on the ground.

"...Shit, why did this have to happen to me." he moped as he felt the tears gather in his eyes. How ever his sadness did not last long as he felt the same feeling in his stomach again and the black sand began to float into the air.

"Eh?" he croaked out as the iron sand began to move around.

"I wonder if I can make it change shape or something." he mused to himself.

Trying to summon the strange feeling again this time he attempted to imagine the sand taking a different shape. And to his joy it was a total success, the iron sand once again found itself in the shape of his lovely precious kunai. However as he reached out to grab it he felt his concentration break, causing the kunai to lose its shape and once again find itself being nothing more then black sand on the ground.

Sighing for himself he once again attempted to control the black sand, this time he simply tried to move it into one of the pockets on his robe. Once he managed and had safely pocketed all of his new sand he once again set of towards the orphanage, he had probably missed dinner once again due to his experimentation, but for once missing dinner was totally worth it.