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The little boy looked around. The Old Man told him not to wander around the forests because there were usually ninja training in them, and he could get hurt by a stray jutsu. He didn't really pay any attention, though. Naruto loved the forests, feeling at home in them moreso than in the village.

He was Naruto Uzumaki, a very small blonde boy of the age of seven. He'd been in the Ninja academy for a year; most people didn't start until they were 8. The blonde loved the Old Man for letting him go in two years early, even if the Academy was super hard. All of the teachers gave him a lot of homework and the tests that they took were always difficult. The little boy didn't let that stop him, though. He did his best with everything he had, because he was going to become Hokage, the leader of his village, the Hidden Leaf Village. As of right now, he was wearing a white teeshirt with an orange spiral that he saw a lot of ninja wear and a pair of blue denim shorts and he was currently barefoot.

Naruto loved the feel of the cool grass under his feet was he walked in the woods. Yes, with his head held high and his eyes shut, he was happy and relaxed for once. Nothing ever bothered him here.

At least, until him not looking where he was going made him trip on a tree root.

Now, see, most of the time when one trips on a root, one stumbles and maybe falls and hits their face on the ground, but later has a good laugh about it and moves on with their day. Naruto though, wasn't the most graceful soul in the world, and he tripped and rolled, comically tumbling off the trail. He kept rolling until the young boy finally was stopped by a rock. Naruto rubbed himself off, complaining about the pain to no one in particular, cursing the root that made him fall.

He then noticed that he was in an unfamiliar part of the forest. His natural curious nature combined with a child's desire to see something new and the ninja trainee walked in a random direction, guided by nothing but his own heart. He didn't know how long he walked, nor how far. It was only when his stomach rumbled that the boy realized that he was lost. Naruto had enjoyed exploring the forest, yes, but now he had no clue how to get back home, and that meant that he wouldn't get any ramen tonight if he couldn't find a path. Naruto's eyes widened, and he began walking in the opposite direction until a scent caught his attention.

It couldn't be...

Ramen?

In the woods?

The blonde almost laughed in joy as he walked towards the smell. Maybe they'd share with him? Naruto could only hope so. The ninja in the village were occaisionally nicer to him than the villagers were, but not by much. Still, that thought didn't slow him up any. Naruto finally arrived to a clearing where he found three women.

The one on the right had long fiery red hair tied into a high ponytail and red eyes. Her skin was tanned and she sat crosslegged at the fire, poking it. She had a simple red sleeveless coat that was opened to show that she lacked a shirt. Her whole torso was wrapped in bandages. She wore white pants that cut off at the ankles, and flat sandals on her feet. She seemed to exude an aura of confidence that bordered on arrogance that even he could feel.

The girl on the right had short lime green haired hair and was a few shades paler her red haired counterpart. She wore a short and simple sundress that was a darker green than her hair, and a white straw hat on top of her head. She was barefoot like him. The green haired girl seemed confident like the red head, but to him, as he looked on her, he felt happier, almost as if the greenette was pure joy in a human form. She was sitting on a tree stump, kicking her feet as if she was bored.

The third seemed to be the elder, or at least thats how Naruto felt. Where the red and green haired girls seemed anxious, the third seemed calm. An aura of wisdom and maturity seemed to roll off her in waves. The third girl had light blue hair and eyes, and wore a more elegant dress than the green haired girl. As Naruto studied their faces, they seemed to be sisters.

On the fire was a pot of boiling water with noodles in it.

"Well, at least I found the ramen! I wonder if they'll share with me?" Naruto thought.

"What'd I tell ya, sis? I told ya ramen would get this kid runnin' to us," the red head spoke up. Her voice was tough sounding. Naruto couldn't tell her accent very well, either.

"Din, that honestly shouldn't have worked. I mean, seriously, why would a human come to ramen like a cat does to cat nip? It doesn't make sense," the green haired girl replied. Her voice was sweeter. It sounded a lot like Ayame's from the ramen stand!

"Farore, I keep trying to tell you, ramen is the greatest food on earth."

The red head, Din, was now his favorite, hands down.

Farore didn't look like she agreed, and voiced this.

"Pocky is better."

"Ramen is better!"

"Pocky."

"Ramen!"

"Pocky!"

"RAMEN!"

"POCKY!"

"RAMEN!"

"POCK-"

The fight was cut off by a light cough as the arguing girls looked at the third one.

Her voice was quiet and as soft as the finest cotton, and what Naruto had always imagined his own mother's voice would sound like.

"We have a guest, sisters. Behave."

The two stopped arguing and looked sheepish.

"Sorry Nayru!"

"Sorry..."

Naruto blinked in confusion. This whole situation was odd. The three girls were complete strangers to him, but from what the red head, Din, had said, they had expected him to come, even making ramen. The Old Man had warned him about taking food from strangers and trusting them, but he figured that anyone who would make ramen weren't bad people. After all, old man Tuechi and Ayame were really nice people and they made him ramen all the time!

Nayru, the blunette, pulled a bowl out of seemingly nowhere, and stooped down to the pot, pouring the noodles and broth into the bowl and giving it to him. She handed him chopsticks and smiled.

"Eat up little one."

Din and Farore looked at him with interest as he dug in after a quick thank you.

The red head then decided to get to the point.

"Kid, how would you like to be the greatest hero of all time?"

Naruto, who had been busy slurping away happily, did a spit take.

"You mean, like the Hokage?"

"Even better!", Farore said, nodding,"you see, we're goddesses. And we need a kid like you."

The little boy's eyes widened out of his skull but he quickly shook off his surprise. There'd be no way goddesses would be here, feeding him ramen. This had to be a

"It's not a dream, little one," piped Nayru.

Naruto's thoughts were interupted. Could she read his

"Yes, little one, I can read your mind. I am Nayru, Goddess of Wisdom. Pleased to make your aquaintance, Naruto."

The green haired girl raised her hand.

"I'm Farore, Goddess of Courage."

And the third: "And I am Din, Goddess of Power."

"Okay, saying that I believe you, what do you need me for? I'm just a kid!"

Farore shook her head, "You won't always be, Naruto, and by the time we need you, hopefully you'll be more than ready to take on what we need you to."

"And that is?"

"Save the world, of course!" Din replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Uh...huh... okay, I'm dreaming. I'd like to wake up in my bed, please."

Farore grinned.

"Leave it to me!"

The green haired goddess snapped her fingers and a gust of wind blew under Naruto's feet, and he suddenly disappeared.

"I think we should give him the masks, what about you?" Din said, as she picked up the discarded ramen bowl. It disappeared from her hands and she sighed.

"Not the transformation ones, and I imagine that the Keaton mask wouldn't do him much good, nor the Blast Mask. A lot of them would be useless to him, and the few that we've powered up are a little bit much for him. How about we give him the Ocarina or the Wind Waker?" Farore and Din looked to their older sister

Nayru closed her eyes in thought.

"We'll give him the Fairy Ocarina for now. It's not as powerful. I don't want to entrust the power of time to him just yet, and we need to ask the brothers before we give him the Waker. We've still got eight years before it begins."

Nayru looked towards the sky at the setting sun.

"And if he isn't, we're all doomed."

Naruto found himself in his bedroom, his eyes bugging out. He was most assuredly awake, which means that he HAD met three girls in the forest that could have actually been Goddesses. He couldn't think of any other reason why he had suddenly appeared in his bedroom with a mouthful of ramen, but he had pinched himself hard enough to leave marks seven times. He was awake, and they were real.

"Maybe I can get them to train me!"

In a way, the seven year old thought, they already kind of offered. He sat down on his bed and huffed. He had no idea how to get back to where he had found the sisters, and even if he did, there was no guarentee that they'd be there still. He frowned.

"This sucks! They could have helped me become Hokage!"

Something caught his attention; on his bedside drawer was an item he had never seen before. It looked like a musical instrument or something, like a flute. It was round with seven holes on it, tree bark brown with a leaf green triangle on the mouth piece. Underneath it was a note.

"Dear Naruto,"

"Now that you believe us, we need you to learn how to play this instrument. It might not seem important at the moment, but if you master the ocarina, you'll be one step closer to the Hokage! After all, aren't Hokage people that can do anything? So what's a flute? Get to playing!"

"Good Luck,

The Sisters!"

Naruto blinked in confusion. He didn't see how playing a little flute would make him Hokage, but if it got him closer, then he'd do it. After all, they had given him ramen, and there were no bad people amongst ramen.

With a sigh, he brought the wooden instrument to his lips, and blew, letting out a earsplitting shriek.

This was going to take a while.

That was chapter one, obviously. My other fanfiction/actual fiction didn't/isn't doing too hot. Meh. Oh well. Anyways, this is my attempt at Naruto fanfiction. The idea hit me in the shower, and my mind just kinda went and fleshed it out over a few days. Yep. Later.