The streets were drenched in water as the rain continued to fall, showing no mercy to the poor people and animals with no protection from its cold icy drips or from the hard wind that rocked the trees, causing leaves to fall in it's wake. A child watched with warm blue eyes, the rain fall from the grey sky, covering the beings that caused it.
The 12 year old walked through the streets, barely feeling the rain fall on his soft skin, too distracted by the sights Earth had to offer. The green slippers he wore left light footsteps in the ground, and the pants he wore exposed his legs to the relentless wind. His eyes soaked everything in. Small houses made up the rather large village. Most of which had gardens, and a fireplace. There was barely a tree in sight, which was odd to the child, who grew up being surrounded by nature -especially trees. His tan feet led him throughout the rest of the village until he made his way into a barren forest.
He was horrified by the lack of animals and leaves. It was neither Fall nor Winter, but a foggy Spring morning. He walked up to a large tree that lacked any signs of life. He held on to a stiff branch and lightly pressed on it. Suddenly the tree sprang to life! The gray bark it once had, turned to a healthy deep brown. Green leaves now covered the tree branches and there was evidence of small flowers beginning to boom. The child smiled at the large plant before moving onto the bare ground.
He bent his body over and let his index finger touch the dirt. A ring of glowing light escaped his finger and onto the ground, leaving patches of green grass in its wake. The preteen went back to his standing position with a smirk before moving on. Hours passed, before the Forest of Death was full of plant life. The rain fell on them with a gentle 'splat' sound. Once he had finished his task for the day, he exited the forest until he reached a small creek near an empty cave. He rested for the night.
Morning came and went, still the child slept. When the rain had stopped in the evening, he awoke from his deep slumber of peace. He greeted the day with bright smiles and sparkling eyes before continuing on his mission. As he walked on the muddy surface, he heard a soft sound in the distance. He walked in the direction of the noise, stopping a few feet away from a female.
The lady looked like she was in her twenties with black hair, that strangely had an undertone of purple. The clothes she wore consisted of a long tan trench coat that covered short sand colored pants with a weapon pouch, and a fish net shirt that had a black skin tight shirt underneath. He could tell she was a ninja, something highly spoken of in the higher heavens, not because of her weapon pouch or ninja sandals, but because of her shinobi headband.
At the sound of his footsteps, the lady's eyes snapped toward him. Their eyes met and held each other for only a fragile moment. Then her face turned into a scowl, her eyes hard. "Who are you?" the elder women spoke roughly. The boy stared at her for a moment, before answering. "Naruto ma'am." At least that was what he was renamed.
The woman snorted. "The name's Anko, not ma'am brat." She looked him over.
He was a slim boy, dark from the sun, and short. His hair was a dirty blond color and his big eyes were a deep blue. He wore short khaki colored pants and a sleeveless orange shirt. But what truly caught her attention were the whisker like scars on his cheeks. He was every uncommon trait in the book.
"So what you want?" she asked him, crossing her arms under her large bosom. The boy stayed silent for a while. "I was just wondering what you were looking at," the boy answered her.
Anko snorted at his words, eyeing him before shifting her gaze behind him. "Tell me this brat. When you think f the Forest of Death, what comes to mind?"
Naruto hesitated. "Dead...stuff?" Anko snorted again. "Correct. The Forest of Death is supposed to be filled with dead trees, dirt, and dangerous creatures whose diets consist of weaklings and ninjas." A sidelong glance observed his frowning face.
"Now I'm just wondering why such a place looks the complete opposite of what it should be."
"I did it," was his quick answer. Maybe he shouldn't have said that, which was confirmed when Anko looked at him with sharp eyes. He had a nasty habit of word vomit.
"You?" The way she said it made him uncomfortable. Naruto wasn't used to being doubted. Humans usually took beings like him at their words, worshiping them even. But still he just smiled, nodding in confirmation when she kept staring at his scarred face.
"How did you do it?" she asked, pointing at the forest with her left hand. Her right hand now on her hip as she bent forward a bit, exposing her cleavage.
The forest must have been important to her if she was so agitated about its changed state. He hadn't meant to upset anyone. He thought he was doing a good service, but here he was, his first day on the mortal world and he was already messing up. He smiled anyway, trying to be reassuring he supposed. He wasn't really good with mortals.
He wasn't one to take back his words so he decided to just continue exposing his nature. Plus, if the woman decided to hurt him, he could always erase her memories. With that in mind, he approached an empty pot of land just outside of the forest.
He bended over until his left hand touched the ground. A small ring of light escaped from his palm before patches of grass were left in its wake once again.
Anko stood in shock, slack jawed a he turned towards her. His hands were raised upwards, trying to communicate with her that he meant no harm. She studied him before nodding her head.
"Come with me," she commanded him as she began to walk in a new direction. Naruto stood confused for a moment before shrugging his small shoulders and following her. He had nothing better to do anyway, especially in a realm where he wasn't familiar with anyone or anything.