Summary: Naruto Uzumaki, an eight year old little boy, learns along side Iruka sensei in his everyday life about things that can be fixed, and things that cannot.
Lesson 1
Naruto is studying at Iruka sensei's house. He is studying about charka flow and how it is used in a jutsu. It was confusing to the young boy, so Naruto had went and asked Iruka sensei for help, but Iruka was the teacher after all, so Iruka said no, and to study harder and try to understand as much as he could. Naruto pouted and sat back down at the table, while Iruka cooked dinner and half-supervised Naruto's studying. Iruka was currently chopping vegetables for the boiling water and was busy. Naruto took it as an opportunity to sneak away for a while, so he laid down his brush and tiptoed to the bathroom to read his new manga volume that came out earlier that week. Unfortunately, Iruka sensei had noticed a little too soon for Naruto's liking.
"Naruto! Get back here and study! Now!" his sensei shouted.
Naruto frowned and came out of the bathroom to face an annoyed Iruka sensei who had a big soupspoon in his hand.
"I was in the bathroom, Iruka sensei!" was the excuse. Iruka sensei snorted.
"For the third time in less than thirty minutes? I don't think so! Study!" Iruka sensei grabbed a hold of Naruto's ear and dragged him all the way back to the table, with Naruto protesting and whining. Naruto sulked and glared at Iruka sensei, who was busy stirring the pot and ignoring Naruto's glares.
"Hey, where's my brush?" Naruto wondered, as he sat down. "I put it down on the table just a little wh—"
Snap!
"Ah…ano…Iruka sensei…?" A pink tinge spread across the young ninja in training's face.
"What now, Naruto?" Iruka grumbled.
"Um…the brush…I kind of… sat on it…"
"NANI?!!" What?!
Naruto was almost positive there was smoke coming out of his teacher's ears. Oh, wait, it was just the steam from the boiling soup. Iruka sighed and set down the spoon on a small dish next to the burner.
"Let me see it," he said, holding out his hand. Naruto gave him the pieces. Iruka laughed.
"Ah, you're lucky Naruto kun. It only broke in two!" He tousled his guest's blond locks.
"Be more careful okay? Next time you might not be so lucky! If you broke it completely, you're paying it with your own ramen money."
"Nani?! No way!"
Iruka laughed again. "Then go get the glue. We'll fix it and you can continue studying, okay?"
"Hai!" was the enthusiastic reply.
"…um, Naruto kun. Aren't you going to get the glue?"
"Erm, where is it?"