"We humans are tiny little insignificant things. We live in one part of one planet that's a corner of a galaxy that's a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and destroying and never remaining the same for a single millisecond. And there is so much, so much to see," the man's verdant eyes burned with a fiery passion, his straggly grey clumps of hair swaying as he shook with passion, he continued his words in a whisper that hinted at defeat and pain.
"But we cannot. Because our progress has been halted. We humans will never visit other stars or planets because of them. The Shinobi," azure blue eyes widened, "they kill and kill and never stop killing. They destroy towns in a pathetic effort to save them. They waste countless lives going to never ending war. They raise children to kill. They kill those who make an effort for the sake of progress because they don't want their enemies to do the same. They are monsters, hidden in the guise of men, using their divine power to kill and rape and destroy and pillage. Just because they can..." He sunk down to his knees, tears dripping as he looked skyward, seeing things only he could see.
And Naruto wondered.
"Hey Pervy Sage, what… what was there before Shinobi villages?" The boy asked, lying on his back, his long sun kissed strands spread around him as he gazed at the stars.
"Didn't you learn about this in class?" Jiraiya questioned, turning his head to the blonde.
"Well I kinda skipped those cos ya know, they were really boring and stuff but now I wanna know." The blonde murmured his words, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"Well if you really want to know, I have a book around he-"
"No no no, I don't want to read any of your pervy books."
The man chuckled, throwing over one of the rare copies containing a bit of the history of the world. The boy caught it, looking at him suspiciously.
"Relax brat, it's a history book, it has what you want to know."
"Why can't you just tell me?" The boy whined, flicking through the book in mild interest.
The man sighed at the predictable response, "think of it this way brat, reading's an essential part of being a Hokage, for the more a Hokage knows, the more the village knows. And as someone great once said, 'It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it,' now go to sleep, it's getting late." The Sannin rolled to the other side and waited.
In the dying embers of a dying fire, with natures sounds and beasts all around him, Naruto read of times past.
End
Just an idea. My first Fanfiction ever. Would appreciate opinions and ideas. Thanks.