"Shikamaru Nara."
Twelve years old. Approximately one hundred and fifty-one centimeters tall. Weight, fourty-two kilograms. Blood type AB. Misunderstood and unknown genius. Estimated IQ is well over two hundred. Well-known for his lack of enthusiasm and drive to act or perform any kind of task.
"Yamanaka Ino."
Twelve years old. Approximately one hundred and fourty-nine centimeters tall. Weight, thirty-eight kilograms, suffering of mild anorexia. Blood type B. Capable Ninjutsu user. Well-versed in general Botany. Fearsome Taijutsu skills. Potential near null due to obsession over physical appearance and romantic life, leaving little time for her development as a ninja.
"Akimichi Chouji."
Twelve years old. Approximately one hundred and fifty one centimeters tall. Weight...
The final introductions - maybe renaming them into extroductions would be more fitting - were excruciatingly tedious for one of the various Genin-to-be in the room.
Uzumaki Naruto did not see the world the way his "friends" did, for two very simple reasons. One, he was a highly intelligent villager of Konohagakure no Sato, who occasionally experienced mind-numbing migraines and nose-bleeds just from the hyper activity that his brain both suffered and benefited from. These dull, slow-paced, absolutely useless official traditions and celebrations were quite literally a waste of time for a person who had the amount of information he had stored in his mind. He knew the birth dates, blood types, weights, heights, personalities, histories, qualities and disadvantages of every single person in the whole building, not counting the fact that his long-term eidetic memory had burned every single physical detail into his brain. He had known who he'd be partnered with from the very start, so why bother sit through the process?
Second, the blonde boy's eyes were much, much different and more complex than the average Genin's pitiful globes. The average human could see in perfect detail up to around six meters. At night, an average human can make out the faint glint of a candle that is up to fourty-eight kilometers away. If the object is bright enough, a human could detect light that originates from up to 2.6 million light-years away, with the Andromeda galaxy being the prime example. Putting it in an extremely rough way, this did not even begin to tap into the abilities that the Uzumaki boy's eyes possessed.
Thus, one could begin to try and understand just how bored out the boy was.
"Team 7, composed of Haruno Sakura."
Uchiha Sasuke.
"Uchiha Sasuke."
Uzumaki Naruto.
"Uzumaki Naruto."
Knowing exactly what one would say, when they would say it, how and with which tone was both amusing and incredibly frustrating for the young Naruto. These simple, normally satisfying parts of life were no longer so. They were simply too predictable with nowhere near enough variables to keep interesting in any possible way. Why they would group the three top students of the year was no mystery. They needed a squad specifically created for increasing the mission success rate and improving the village's image in the Chuunin Exams, which were conveniently taking place a couple of months after the graduation. The better the Exams' participants, the more interesting they were, the more people that came to see them and would, in a vast array of ways fuel Konohagakure no Sato's economy.
It was really all quite sim-
"Stop it."
He rose his right eye, his gray hoodie's hood over his blond hair and both of his legs pulled up, with his feet planted on the chair's surface along with his bottom, keeping him in a fetal position. According to him, it helped him concentrate. As he looked over his right shoulder, he saw Hinata looking down at him, her long, navy-blue hair framing her face in the traditional "hime" cut.
"You're shaking and your nose is bleeding. Stop overthinking. You know what that does to you." She whispered to him, her two blank eyes, looking through him with the ever-active Byakugan. As he rose his right index and middle fingers from his mouth to his nose, he confirmed that he was indeed bleeding from the right.
Ahh. Hyuuga. So insightful. Anyone who truly knew a clan member was aware of the fact that their omni-present, barrier-breaking sight and awareness of their surroundings was in no way due to their actual bloodline. A true Hyuuga, Byakugan active or not, never misses the slightest of details. Masters of finding subterfuge and answers in the most insignificant of changes or mutations in an environment or situation.
She was right, though. He did know that overthinking things was in no way healthy for him. One of the worst parts of having his eyes and their abilities were that his brain could just barely keep up with the information he kept receiving. Migraines were ever-present. Nosebleeds could easily appear if he were to push himself harder than normal. It was somewhat of a curse, punishing him for using his one and only blessing.
"It's just a bit of blood."
"A bit is too much. You know that."
"...fine..."
"You are to meet with your soon-to-be sensei, Hatake Kakashi, outside now. You may come receive your forehead protector."
The blonde boy outstretched his legs, one by one, setting them down on the floor before rising up, hood still on and his hands in his pockets. His full attire was comprised of a white shirt with Konohagakure's leaf on its chest, under his gray and black checkered hoodie, a pair of tight, yet flexible black chino pants and black steel-toed boots.
As he walked, his two new teammates made their own way down, each with their own expression. Sakura, with her care-free smile, pride and confidence in the illusion that everything would be fine now that she was in a team with her precious Sasuke. Sasuke himself, who bore the expression of complete indifference, and then Naruto, with a pensive look on his face.
Copy Ninja? He had to admit, even though it had been pretty much right in his face, he would never have guessed that the white-haired Jounin would become their mentor. Still, it did make sense. He was more than apt in all three Shinobi Arts, carried a large amount of knowledge over Doujutsu, which would apply to both Sasuke and Naruto himself, and was widely considered as a complete genius. It would only make sense that he would teach a group of widely skilled, Doujutsu-armed geniuses.
As his mind raced once more into a whole sort of details and stupidly specific, unnecessary thoughts, Naruto barely noticed Iruka-sensei's comment on how much he had grown and his pride over the blonde boy's development, simply taking the forehead protector, politely replying and tying it firmly around his neck.
"All three of you. You have no idea how proud I am of all of you. Out of all my students, you three came out on top in the scoreboards. I am sure great things will come to all of you, and good luck on your ninja journey. You are now dismissed!"
"Hai, sensei!"
All turned around, slowly making their way up through the classroom's three main corridors. Sakura went from the left, Sasuke from the middle and Naruto from the right, unconsciously picking the one closest to his own seat, and eventually passing Hinata on the way to the exit. He couldn't say he wasn't expecting it, but he still felt the physical surprise as her hand snapped out of her private space in order to hold him.
"I know what you are going to say."
"And I know you. You won't care about what I've got to say. I can tell that you aren't the least bothered by the news. But keep in mind, for this next task you won't be facing some run-of-the-mill Genin. We're talking about Sharingan no Kakashi. You will need all your tricks and then some if you want to pass."
"And if I use all my tricks and then some, I end up in the hospital."
"Just, be careful. We don't know enough about your eyes yet. Don't venture into unknown territory."
Naruto spoke no more as she allowed him to go, quickly making his way towards the double doors at the centre of the classroom's back. Sakura was nearing it as well, while Sasuke was already opening the right one and walking past it by then. Naruto followed, his brain running at ten miles per hour, glancing at the windows by the side, taking in his reflex.
In the glass, on his face, he found a pair of gray eyes with multiple irises staring back at him.
To all whom it may concern:
This is my first fanfiction and chapter.
I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
I am aware that Rinnegan Naruto has been written to death, though I believe not exactly in the way I intend on writing him.
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