Naruto brushed a hand through his orange hair. He was ready to fight. In the tournament. He knew he could win. In the tournament.
He wanted to fight the man with red eyes and white hair. His name was Oskar. He was a frightening foe. In the tournament. The guy to be defeated. He didn't know how to beat him but he had to with his fighting powers. It was scary. Being a ginger is hard.
His hair, red like the flames of a candle, sparkled in the sun like a sparkly diamond. He was going to win. In the tournament.