Disclaimer: I own neither Naruto, nor Star Wars, so... yeah...
"Speaking"
"Radio"
'Thoughts'
Chapter One: Will of the Force
"One can never know the Will of the Force, we can guess, we can speculate, we could reason, but we can never truly know, after all, how can we know the will of what permeates all living things?" - Ryu Hisanaga, Master of the Jedi Order
Death, was not so bad, rather peaceful actually.
This was what Ryu Hisanaga, a Master of the Jedi Order during the Clone Wars, decided with calm acceptance. Even though he lay against a lone tree surrounded by the corpses of numerous Fallen Jedi and Sith with numerous wounds covering his body, blood pooling out of them, staining the already blood soaked ground beneath him with even more blood, making it impossible to see his full appearance, save for the shining jade green eyes with odd golden flecks that were starting to lose their luster.
At 34 many would say that he would be dying too soon to truly feel content with his life. But, he was content, Ryu decided as he looked at the setting sun in the horizon. True, he wished that he would have lived to see the day when the war ended, to see his current apprentice pass her trials, but... he was content.
Dying in the defence of allies, was always a good thing to die for, painful, yes, but pain was an old friend to him.
The whirring of servomotors caught his attention as a battalion of droids approached his position, no doubt wanting to either finish him off and ascertain the condition of the many corpses around him.
'Good luck finding any survivors.' he thought towards those droids, a grim smile on his face.
He earned his place in any biological Separatists' Nightmares. After all, how could they not when he currently held the largest body count of all the Jedi that were deployed for battle, helped when you had combat training from a group of Mandalorians, while many called him a Mandalorian Jedi, he only considered himself a Jedi with Mandalorian training, the two apprentices he has had on the other hand, he trained them to become Mandalorian Jedi, in the hopes that the teachings would spread and bring in a change for the Order.
A soft smile spread across his face as he felt the Force embrace him. 'Not just yet,' he told the ever present companion of all Jedi and Sith. 'One last thing to do...'
His smile grew grim. For all he wished, he knew he would never die surrounded by friends and comrades, even if he lived to an old age, battle was in his blood, his heritage, he would go out in a battle, not with a whisper, but with a bang, a bang like the five Thermal Detonators that he had strapped to his belt.
"He's still alive!" One of the Droids called out in it's mechanical voice as the battalion approached him.
"Then shoot him!" Another droid called out. "He's a shoot on sight target!"
"Heh, stupid clankers," Ryu's spoke out, his voice harsh from both his injuries and picked up Mandalorian accent. "Hettir, Dikute(Burn, Idiots)." He told the droids, seconds before the Thermal Detonators exploded, taking him, and hundreds of droids, into nothingness.
As the light filled his vision, Ryu could feel the Force surrounding him, and welcoming him into it's sweet embrace. "Jate Ret', ner Allit(Goodbye, my family)." He breathed out before the existence known as Ryu Hisanaga vanished in an all consuming ball of fire.
All across the Galaxy, Jedi and Sith alike, all paused as they felt the ripple of Ryu's death echo through the Force, some lowered their heads in respect and mourned his loss, while others breathed a sigh of relief knowing he would never come after them.
Unknown to them all, Ryu included, the Force was not yet done with him, it still had something planned for the man, a Destiny yet unfulfilled.
Elemental Nations, Konohagakure
'This is Qui-gon's fault... I just know it.' Ryu declared firmly within the confines of his mind, as he stared up at the man and woman who stood protectively over him, holding a claw as big as his small body at bay as it gored them through their stomachs.
Perhaps a bit of background is needed for that statement.
See, the last thing Ryu had known, was that he was dying in a big ball of fire. And then... his lungs were screaming for air as he felt himself being pushed/pulled out of a warm and sticky containment. He tried cursing out loud for numerous reasons, however all he managed to get out, was incomprehensible screams.
He managed to force his eyes open long enough to see what seemed to be a massive elderly woman who declared something in a foreign tongue.
Then thing's went to hell.
A spray of blood from the elderly woman before a pair of rougher hands grabbed Ryu, holding a hand dangerously over his head.
From there the rest was a blur as he managed to see a blond haired blue eyes man who seemed to rescue him from the would be masked kidnapper. He was then laid next to a woman with vibrant red hair and kind grey eyes.
Now as he lay before the too, he finally realized what happened, the woman had given birth to him... he had been reincarnated.
The Jedi had theorized about reincarnation after becoming one with the Force, but no actual proof. And now here he was.
The woman was speaking down to him, making him curse slightly as he couldn't understand her words, although he marvel at her ability to speak so clearly with that claw through her stomach. His eyes travelled up, following the arm the claw was attached to, a blood red furred Fox that was at the very least half the size of the Jedi Temple, chained down by massive amounts of chains that the woman had seemed to summon.
As the man began to make signs with his hands, Ryu couldn't help but to allow tears to escape from his eyes, he had never known the parents in his old life, he could never even remember what they looked like, and here he was, losing another set of parents, and losing them because he was powerless to do anything about it.
A sudden wave of... something washed over his senses as his new, dying, father completed the hand signs, a focusing ritual, he assumed them to be, summoning a spectral being behind him. The beast roared out something angrily as the spectral being reached out and gripped the being before seemingly dragging it towards Ryu.
He let out a small cry as a burning sensation enveloped his stomach area as the great beast was shoved into there, a strange array of tattoo's appearing in it's place as soon as the beast was fully absorbed by his stomach, seconds later, both of his parents collapsed to the ground, unmoving.
As he lay they, Ryu could feel his eyes grow heavier as his new body reached it's limit of endurance, sending him into a deep slumber.
Konohagakure, Hokage's Office
Sarutobi Hizuren sighed heavily as he looked down at the daughter of his predecessor and successor and his wife, both of whom died scant hours ago. When he had found the child next to her deceased parents, slumbering quietly, now she was awake, staring up at him with strangely aware cerulean blue eye that bore strange flecks of gold within them. Her crimson red hair, very reminiscent of her mother's, held the same naturally spiked nature of her father.
"I'm sorry little one," he sighed out apologetically. "It will be a hard life for you, but... I am confident you will be able to endure and make your parents proud of you," as he looked down at the child he smiled and patted her soft hair. "Just remember, your parents will always love you."
While he was certain the child was unable to understand him, he still saw that strange understanding in her eyes, the eyes of someone not a child...
Shaking his head. He chased away those thoughts and began the process of finding a suitable wet nurse until she was of an age when she could be left in an orphanage.
Six Year's Later
Ryu sighed as he looked down as his distinctly feminine body. 'I should get used to it, I suppose,' he thought to himself, 'Herself.' he mentally corrected himself, 'Need to come to terms that I am no longer Ryu Hisanaga in body... Naru Uzumaki, it's not a bad name I suppose...'
Letting out a sigh, the male-reborn-as-female turned away from the mirror he... she was staring into and looked over the single room apartment he... SHE had gotten not even a week ago.
It had been given to her by the Sandaime Hokage, the man who had found hi-her after her parents died, sacrificing themselves to seal the beast within her. When she had turned one, she had been transferred from the care of the Sarutobi Clan wetnurse to an orphanage. Things... did not go well from there.
Apparently the Matron of the Orphanage had lost both her Shinobi Husband and newborn son in the attack and had put up a rather convincing front of holding no hostility in front of the Hokage who had been desperate enough to believe her after a week of searching for a Matron who didn't openly despise hi-her.
A week in, however, she showed her true colours as the ANBU that had been watching over her, relaxed their guard. It had taken Ry-Naru all of the cunning h-she had garnered in hi-her past life to avoid physical abuse, but, it didn't help prevent the Matron from trying to starve hi-her from lack of food, nor from forbidding hi-her from interacting with the other children by isolating her.
While R-Naru would have loved to have taught her a lesson, via painful Force Enema, she couldn't draw upon the Force like she had been able to in the past life, it still didn't stop... her from getting revenge in a more practical way when h-she was old enough, by managing to piss the Matron off enough to try and smack her as soon as one of the ANBU who seemed to favour her more than the others. Mainly the most attentive to being almost creepy, was watching over her.
That had been a week ago and with that single incident everything had come to light, earning the Matron a one way trip to prison for Criminal Neglect of a Child and put R... Naru into this apartment.
Letting out a pleased sigh, h-she flopped down onto the simple bed she was provided and closed her eyes. While she no longer had access to the Force, it seemed she still had some of the old capabilities she had in hi-her past life, one of them most potent was the ability to sense a person's presence and intent. Which was rather odd, considering that when she was a he, he had sucked horribly at it.
Still, it was useful for dodging the more hateful of citizens that despised her. As she lay there, feeling out for the people around her, she considered the offer the Sandaime had given her, the chance to become a shinobi, apparently the dominant military force of this planet who displayed near-supernatural abilities.
A small frown creased her face as she folded her arms across her chest and pulled herself into a sitting position. It certainly was a good idea, it would give her a good reason for training her body for combat, and teach her new ways to defend herself now that she could no longer access the Force.
Nodding to herself she came to a decision and stood off of her bed and headed out the door, heading to the Tower that housed the Village Leader during working hours.
One Year Later, Shinobi Academy
Naru sighed as she leant her face into her palm, absently tapping her pencil against the desk she was sitting at, staring at the instructor blandly as he lectured on the History of the Nidaime Hokage and his role in the Third Shinobi War. It was no doubt an interesting subject... but somehow, this one teacher who actually treated her like any other student, made it incredibly boring with his droning lectures, hell, it was all she could do to muster the little patience she had in her past life to not to fall asleep then and there!
Finally the bell signalling the sweet release of break rang, snapping the hypnotized students out of their trance shortly before they streamed for the exit of the classroom and out towards the play area, Naru followed at a more sedated pace, while enjoying being able to be a kid once again, it was soured by the fact that most of the kids' opinions of her had been influenced by their parents own hateful opinions of her.
Still, it wasn't all bad, some of the kids from the shinobi clans had befriended her, apparently their parents, unlike the civilian ones, actually understood the fact that the beast was sealed inside of her, and she wasn't it given form and allowed their children to form their own opinions of her.
With that in mind she made her way over to a pair of boys lounging comfortingly under a tree, one of them was a rather lanky boy with black hair pulled into a ponytail, reminiscent of a pineapple wearing grey clothing that bore the Nara Clan symbol, this was the son of the current Clan head, Shikamaru Nara, exceedingly lazy, like most of the clansmen, that was matched by a peerless intellect. Next to him was his best friend, Chouji Akimichi, son the the Clan head Chouza Akimichi, a rather... plump and big boned boy with spiral markings on his cheeks, wearing his clan red and grey colours.
"Hello, Shika-kun, Cho-kun," Naru greeted, it had taken awhile, but she had learned how to speak the local language, and had adapted to a more feminine way of speaking, although from time to time the harsher male way of speaking slipped through with the odd Mando'a thrown in here and there, getting a few odd looks from the odd language.
Shikamaru grunted his greeting in return, not turning away from his favoured activity of cloud watching.
"Hey, Naru-chan!" Chouji greeted, more vocal than his friend in his greeting. "Chip?"
Naru graced him with a beaming smile as she accepted a handful of the snack that the chubby boy always had on him. "Thank you, Cho-kun," she said gratefully, not having much of an opportunity to buy herself snacks with the way the merchants would gouge her for even the basics, thankfully she could convince the odd ANBU watching her, they were always shocked when she could find them, to purchase her some stuff for her.
"How's your garden coming along?" Chouji asked curiously, she had managed to wheedle permission from the landlord of her building to start a rooftop garden with the promise to share any fruit or vegetables that grew.
"It's starting to come in now," Naru informed proudly. "Thanks for getting those seeds for me, and that book was really helpful," she allowed a small blush to flood her cheeks. "I might've over watered some of them if I didn't have it..."
Chouji graced her with a large smile of his own. "Glad to know it helped," he informed. "Everyone deserves to stuff themselves with their favourite foods!"
Naru giggled slightly in response, a detached part of her brain, a hold over of her past life, noted the way she seemed to have become more feminine in responses and thinking processes, such as certain mannerisms and actions, although she would be classified as more of a Tomboy by anyone's standards, which was clear from the way she dressed in a simple loose dark green t-shirt with a pair of loose black pants with a pair of runners.
"Of course, Cho-kun," she agreed with a firm nod. "After all, food is the most important thing in the world!"
Shikamaru groaned out a 'troublesome' as the pair started off on the absolute necessity of food, he liked Naru, he really did, she was no where near as troublesome as some of the girls in their year, but damned if the girl wasn't loud...
Four Years later
'So this is what Calista meant by the worst experience in her life.' Naru thought to herself, remembering the red haired Mandalorian she had befriended in her past life. 'Dear God why does this hurt?'
Letting out a low groan, Naru managed to drag herself from her bed and to the bathroom where she warmed up the shower and stepped in, looking down with a twitching eye at the small stream of blood coming from that one special place every girl has. 'This is Qui-gon's fault... I just know it,' she affirmed to herself, her eyebrow twitching irritably, she could almost hear him laughing at her misery. 'I will find you, and I will kill you, AGAIN!'
Two Years Later, Graduation Exam(Yes I am making graduation age 16 for those of you who have been keeping track of the ages)
"Shika-kun?"
"Troublesome, what?"
"Did you ever get the feeling that the entire universe is laughing at your misfortune?"
"No... why?"
"Because, the twin Harpies will be experiencing it, very soon."
Shikamaru looked over to the pixie cut red haired girl, she was wearing a black kimono-like top that covered some of her cleavage, but still clung to her curves to show them off, with a detached sleeve on her right arm that went down to her palm, the inside of the sleeve was covered in seals that held an assortment of weapons, leaving the left arm bare, both made off a special type of chakra woven cloth for shinobi and had a green leaf print on them, this was held closed by a deep red Obi that hid a combat knife, followed by a pair of knee length black shorts and a pair of shin guards with black shinobi sandals, who was sitting next to him, a smug grin on her whiskered face. "What did you do?" he asked warily, if there was one thing he learned about his female friend, it was that she did not discriminate with her pranks.
"No worries Shika-kun," Naru assured, her blue, gold flecked, eyes dancing merrily in amusement as she watched the door. "This will only make you have very amusing dreams in the future."
A frown was her response from the lazy shadow user. "Naru," he started. "Sometimes I wonder how I could ever be around someone as troublesome as you are."
Naru just giggled in reply. "Cause you secretly love me?" she guessed teasingly, getting a deadpan in return. "You know I tease Shika-kun."
"My mom still hasn't let go of the idea of a betrothal between the two of us y'know," he informed, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance. "Especially with that little prank you pulled at the dinner last month."
Naru simply laughed in response, fully enjoying her friend's misery, tilting her head slightly, a vulpine like grin that spelled nothing but trouble crossed her face. "Watch, Shika-kun."
Raising an eyebrow, Shikamaru turned to the doorway where some shouting could be heard, the sliding door was nearly slammed off of it's tracks when one Ino Yamanaka and Sakura Haruno attempted to enter at the same time in a desperate attempt to woo the affection of one Sasuke Uchiha, who merely scoffed at the pair.
Unfortunately for the pair, the door they were trying to enter in through was not made for such an entrance, meaning the pair got stuck in the doorway. As they shouted accusations at each other Naru let out an evil grin and formed the basic hand seal. "Katsu," she whispered resulting in the series of tags she hidden around the doorway to explode in a flurry of an assorted array of neon bright colours, completely drenching the pair.
The room erupted into laughter, the Head Instructor, a young man with a scar across his nose named Iruka Umino, one of the few who treated Naru with respect and kindness, gladly answering any question the curious reincarnated Jedi had, sighed in response to the prank, looking up at the all too innocent looking Naru, before turning to his friend and Assistant Instructor Mizuki Touji, a silver haired man who put up an almost convincing front of liking Naru.
After a few minutes of trying to settle his students down, Iruka roared at the class, Naru swearing that his head grew to three times it's normal size as he did so. When the class was finally settled and Ino and Sakura somewhat washed off by a Suiton from Mizuki, complaining that they couldn't go home to wash and chang for their 'Sasuke-kun', conveniently ignoring the fact that he was laughing at them as well.
Ignoring the pair Iruka started on his explanation of the Genin Exams, outlining the tests, written, weapons, taijutsu, genjutsu and finally ninjutsu. He then proceeded to hand out the tests to the students giving an encouraging smile to Naru who grinned broadly in response as she got started on the test.
Next to her, Shikamaru just finished enough to get a passing score before flipping his test and laying his head down for a nap. Naru on the other hand, worked her way through the test, seeing how many answers she actually knew, while some of them just went over her head, she was able to answer the bonus question on Fuinjutsu, an art she had developed an intense interest in after learning that was what sealed the beast inside of her.
That and she loved explosions and wanted to build her own explosive tags.
Once Iruka had called the time and collected the tests, he and Mizuki led the ninja-wannabes out to the target range where a set of humanoid targets were set up. One by one the students were called up, some failing spectacularly, others passing with flying colours. Naru was called up after Sasuke who was ignoring the cries of his Fangirls to watch Naru.
There had been a bit of an unspoken rivalry/acquaintanceship between the two, he considered Naru to be one of the few competent Kunoichi in the year, both because she could fight on par with him, but also because she didn't turn into a simpering mess in close proximity to him. As such the two would seek each other out for a spar when they felt the need to test their skills, but otherwise kept out of each others way.
Naru took her throwing stance, her left shoulder facing the target, right arm hidden by her body as her hand slipped into the sleeve and summoned a handful of throwing knives, she didn't like the feel or balance of the Kunai when it came to throwing.
At Iruka's signal she hurled the throwing knives in a sharp underhanded throw at the target's only one was an inch off it's mark, the others hitting dead centre on the marked 'lethal' targets, seconds later a handful of shuriken followed them, garnering similar scoring.
At Iruka's approving nod, Naru stepped away a twitch of her finger pulled the ninja wire that was tied to the weapons back to her hand and into the seals, handy thing the ninja wire was, shame more didn't use it.
Sasuke nodded at her as the fangirls growled, making Naru's eyes roll. In her past life, she would have considered herself to be straight, but it seems that shoving the soul of a male into a female's body does not automatically make the male turned female a lesbian, it seem that she had settled on a happy medium of Bisexuality. Even then she didn't find the 'Last Loyal' Uchiha to be attractive in any form, he was far too much of a pretty boy and had a bit too much arrogance for her taste.
And so she just ignored the fangirls and nodded back to the Uchiha before retaking her place next to Shikamaru and Chouji. "Good work, Naru-chan!" Chouji congratulated, Shikamaru not even bothering to look away from his precious clouds. "How did you learn to throw like that?"
Naru shrugged. "Just feels right to me," she informed, avoiding telling them that she learned it in her past life, that would have got her some odd looks.
They chatted lightly as they watched the rest of the participants take their turns, before heading over to the Taijutsu ring where Mizuki was waiting to test them. When Naru was called up, she felt a slight surge of ill intent from the silver haired teacher, outwardly, Naru didn't react, inwardly however, the most sadistic smile ever since Anko Mitarashi was seen.
Back in her old life, as a Jedi, she had been taught the basic hand-to-hand style all Jedi learn, but, when she had lost her Master, she had joined a group of Mandalorian's for a short while, and learned their style of fighting, mixing it with what she learned from the Temple, creating a completely new style, while she had never named it in her past life, mostly to never thinking it needed one, in this life, she decided to name it the Chikara Kobushi(Force Fist), and while in her past life she augmented it with a burst of the Force, in this life she did the same with a concentrated burst of Chakra.
The 'opening' stance consisting of her right hand being held ridged before her, pointing down to the ground, her left curled up next to her side, already gathering the necessary chakra in both of them and her feet.
Upon the starting signal Mizuki rushed forward, intent on 'accidentally' delivering a fatal blow to the red head. Pushing Chakra out of her feet, the ground beneath her exploded as she surged forward her right forearm blurring up to deflect the incoming attack.
Mizuki's eyes widened at the girl's speed, and the accuracy in which she deflected his attack, and before he could completely register the incoming left hook, his entire world exploded in pain, his vision going white, before black consumed all.
Naru smirked as she watched Mizuki sailed through the air, hanging for a few seconds before landing on the ground with a hard thud, the entire class silent, their eyes wide at the sight.
"Well… that's… a good job Naru," Iruka said finally, unable to form the proper words to describe what he just saw. "Kiba, Chouji, would you mind taking Mizuki to the Nurses office?"
It took a minute, but the two finally stepped forward and took hold of the unconscious teacher and proceeded to drag him off to the infirmary for treatment.
"Troublesome," Shikamaru sighed as Naru retook her seat next to him. "Never seen you do that before..."
Naru shrugged. "Just figured out how to work it," she admitted, waving her hand dismissively. "Had to do hours of control exercises to get it right without blowing my own arm off."
Shikamaru watched his friend wince as she rubbed her bare arm at a painful memory. "Girls are so troublesome," he groaned out, his head slumping back to the grass to look back up at the clouds. "And you are the most troublesome of them all."
Naru giggled. "And you know you love it," she teased, giggling as he glared at her.
Later, Academy Classroom
Shikamaru was in an odd state after his completion of the final two portions of the exam. The odd thing was, he was not asleep, he was wide awake, his face creased in thought as he considered his his second best friend, next to Choji.
Naru Uzumaki was the most puzzling person he knew, and that alone made her both the most troubling, and the most interesting person, to the lazy Nara. There were times where she seemed completely normal. as normal as a neglected teen girl that was training to become a merciless shinobi who kills for money could be anyways, but… there were times where she spoke in masculine tones and speech patterns, sometimes even in a completely foreign language that sounded harsh.
That wasn't all, there were times where her entire personality would change, become colder and focused on a single objective, oftentimes to the point of extreme lethality, other times, showing and knowledge of a person far older than she was, then there was her kenjutsu… that was something she kept back from the general knowledge of the populous, the simple fact of the matter, Naru's Kenjutsu could easily be on par with that of a Master, she had knowledge on several forms that he had never been able to find any record of, in any of the records amongst the Nara Clan, Yamanaka Clan, or even the Akimichi Clan, all of whom shared their general libraries with one another, save for their respective Clan techniques, or even in the Konoha Shinobi Library.
He ruled out her being an infiltrator of some kind, after all, his own father, during an extremely rare slip-up, mentioned knowing her parents and Naru's own similarities to them.
He was wondering if she perhaps had a private instructor outside of the Academy, or perhaps any scrolls that her mysterious parents may have left her, but neither panned out when he thought it out.
Looking up as the door opened he saw his friend bounce into the room, a leaf hai-ate wrapped proudly proudly around her forehead, beaming as she bounded over to Shikamaru. "Shika-kun, glad you managed to get your lazy ass off the seat long enough to pass!" she declared as she took her usual seat next to him, opposite of Chouji. "But… why are you awake? I thought it would've been too troublesome to keep yourself awake for this?"
"Tch, troublesome girl…" Shikamaru groaned, briefly debating on whether or not he should glare at her, before dismissing it as too troublesome. He opened his mouth to ask her about the reasons behind her… well, for lack of a better term, Multiple Personalities, but was cut off as Iruka walked into the classroom, a proud smile on his face.
"Congratulations to each of you, you are now genin of Konohagakure," he informed the excited genin. "Be sure to turn in your shinobi registration tomorrow and come in for your team assignments."
"Hey Shika-kun, what do you think of the chances of us being on the same team is?" Naru asked her friend curiously.
"Who knows," Shikamaru said, letting out a sigh as he forced himself out of his chair, best face the music of his mother's congratulations. "I'll probably be put onto the same team as Chouji and Ino, y'know, the whole Ino-Shika-Cho formation our fathers made?"
Naru let out a small noise of understanding as she followed Shikamaru and Chouji through the Academy. "Well, sorry to hear you'll be trapped with the blond harpy then." she informed, a slight pout on her face. "I just hope I'm not stuck on a team with fangirls."
"That would suck," Chouji agreed between the handfuls of chips he was eating. "I just wonder who our jonin-sensei's will be, I heard bad things about those who are assigned to Kakashi Hatake's team."
"He's the only living student of the Yondaime, right?" Naru asked curiously. "He must have pretty high standards."
"Troublesome," Shikamaru informed with a yawn. "We'll see you tomorrow, Naru."
"Later! Shika-kun, Cho-kun!" Naru said as she departed, no doubt heading off to her favorite restaurant to share the news with the stall owners.
Naru hummed as she made her way through the streets of Konohagakure, intent on celebrating her graduation with the closest thing she had to family in this life, Ayame and Teuchi Ichiraku. A sad look briefly passed over the reincarnated Jedi's face as she made her way to the stall, in her past life, while she couldn't remember her birth parents all that well, she did have the entire Jedi Temple and quite a few non-Jedi as his friends, and personally considered a number of them to be his family, Qui-gon Jinn, despite being older than her in her past life, was such a person, someone he considered to be a brother.
However, in this life, she felt quite alone… very few people were willing to associate with the 'Demon Girl/Bitch/Whore' as some of the villagers called her. Shaking her head, she pushed those thoughts away, while she may not have as many people she would call her family, she still had people that fit into the category, and that, was all that mattered.
And so, it was with a beaming smile that she entered into the stall, being greeted with a loud congratulatory squeal and hug from her 'sister' Ayame as she entered.
END CHAPTER!
Looking for Suggestions for genin teams please! If you have an idea for who should be on the same team as Naru from the CANON verse, let me know!
