Wet. Grey.
Naruto lazily stared out into the street, though he could hardly see past the drizzle. Which was all it ever really did here, at least for the past few days that he had stayed, and frankly Naruto was sick of it.
The mellow scent of green tea disrupted his musings, as a waiter set down multiple items on the table. Naruto felt that all of this rain was getting to him, he just moodily stared at Jiraiya waiting for him to dismiss the waiter and start caring to his own drink. Sigh. There wasn't much to do except drink tea and get wet, since only his sensei knew exactly what information he came here for.
Jiraiya's face split into a half-grin, "now Naruto, something here that's worth remembering about Swallow City's tea", Jiraiya began pouring from a kettle to the closest cup, "is the-
Jiraiya stiffened his back and frowned, garnering Naruto's attention.
"Red clouds." Jiraiya solemnly spoke. "Two just crossed the river of a mud toad a few miles away, and they're headed to the city, damnit." Jiraiya stood up, then paused for four seconds to think of a plan. It only took three seconds however, for a massive shark of ice water to smash through the tea shop.
After a dizzying explosion Naruto rolled out of a pile of debris to stand up, coughing and cradling an arm full of splinters. He scanned his surroundings for Jiraiya, but could only see various wood scraps in the rain and - Naruto double checked to see a few fingers, the size only a child could possess, and swaying in the cold, icy rain, Naruto began to feel very hot. In the few seconds it took to process this Jiraiya had already grabbed him by the clothing on his back and body flickered away.
"So now they're not scared to fight at all huh, this is tricky" Jiraiya grumbled to himself, crouched down in a clearing at the edge of the city, already going through the hand seals for his summoning jutsu.
Everything was happening too fast for Naruto to fully comprehend, he was just about to drink some tea and now his sensei looked like he was going to fight off the death god himself.
Naruto clenched his fists, hard, and mentally shut out the feeling and sound of the rain which had begun to come down at an unnaturally hard rate. He reached for the feeling of his chakra, exhaled completely, and just like Jiraiya had taught him, took in one long sharp breath. Naruto attempted a second breath when his eyes snapped open.
With sudden pinpoint clarity Naruto spun on his heel as fast as he possibly could, a clone already in existence forming his growing rasengan. He turned trying to use his momentum in his hips and stared directly into a never-ending kaleidoscope of red. As Naruto's wrist was caught he was able to hear two things, "Naruto!", and "Tsukuyomi", before everything was swallowed by blackness.
Inhale, exhale. Left foot, right foot.
Running, that was what one could find this young boy doing, just running. He had a jacket, but the water weighed him down, slowing him, so that was shed in turn for speed. The boy snapped back to his purpose, to run.
Inhale, exhale. Left foot, right foot.
The sun had set, risen, and set again before he slowed down. Now that he had started to slow, everything screeched to an absolute stop. His body collapsed being exhausted, tired, and thirsty, but his mind was wide awake if not foggy. After two days he has stopped running, but something was bothering him in the back of his head, oh that's it, why in the fuck was he running?
He didn't know. Not the clearest idea to why running the way he did was such an all-consuming task. So what did he know? Well to start, absolutely nothing.
'Maybe not nothing' he admitted to himself. To start he knew he was just running, he was tired, hungry, and thirsty. 'Four things, hey not bad.'
He drifted off for a bit, thinking on why he was here, what it was exactly he needed to do, and in fact, just who in the hell was he?
He sat there and frowned, thinking hard on his own consciousness. 'Well, I'm me, that's all I really know'. As the boy focused inward on his own identity, he sat for a long while before with a flash of a red pinwheel he came to two definite conclusions. First, he was an orphan, that thought came with the weight of absolute certainty, along with an incredible sense of loneliness, just like how he was all alone now. Secondly, was that he needed to train. No idea what for, or even how, but there was a pressing sense of urgency to train, as hard and fast as possible.
He stood up, brushing himself off before looking around him, mentally marking the numerous trees and plants before he found what he was looking for, water. He approached the small bank, littered with plants though it looked completely pure. As he dropped to his knees on the grass and dipped his face to take a drink, several vines lashed out of the nearest plant onto his arm. He traced the vines back to a glistening flower mass bigger than him, and was startled, wrapping his hands around the vines and yanking them.
'Huh, guess I'm kinda strong' he looked down at the limp vines in his hand, now connected to a completely uprooted flower organism that he had thrown upwards twenty feet.
'Well I'm fairly confident that the whole training thing involves getting even stronger' he dryly thought to himself as the plant landed in front of him, he cocked his head to the side gazing deeply at the beautiful array of colors inside of the plant's center. Curiously, he dapped his finger on the wet parts which were alarmingly sticky. As he attempted to wipe the substance off on his pants they started to dissolve and he felt the beginnings of a sharp pain looking down at his eroded flesh coated with the corrosive poison. "Shit! Ah ouch f-
With a loud puff of smoke the chakra construct disappeared, leaving only spiritual energy residue and a giant, uprooted vine monster as the only evidence it ever existed.