It's Friday, and it's the first day of high school- at least for the freshmen. Because at Konahagakure, all incoming ninth graders are able to get an early feel for the place they'll call home for the next four years of their life.

They'll get the chance to explore the towering school that makes up more than half of their tiny little hometown; the chance to roam the halls without getting run over by the upperclassmen who want nothing more than to finish the day and then leave.

But orientation only lasts for a day- because once the weekend rolls back down the hill; it's Monday- the day that everybody from all four-grade levels come back together to talk about the amazing things they didn't do over the summer.

But you probably know all about that already.

The reason you're here is because you want to know about my story and about the fateful events that happened during my freshman orientation. Sounds boring maybe- but it's a good story-something you may even want to stick around to hear.

But with all good stories- you have to tell it from the end.

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"So, hello Class 2A-

My name is Naruto Namikaze."