Author's note: Okay, so this is my first story ever, at least on this website, so if I do bad, please don't hurt me, I have two dogs to tend to D: However, that does not mean my spelling and grammar are atrocious. I'm fairly good, good enough for you to comprehend my meaning.
I personally thought my summary was intriguing. I think you did too, otherwise, why would you be here? So, let's not delay any further.
The Jounin ran, dodging the trees as he went passed. He had never fought anybody so strong before. He wasn't even sure his past sensei was that strong! He had to run. He had to run fast! The devil was right behind him, and in time, would eventually catch up to him.
"No," he said to himself, "I will not run anymore. If I die, so be it, but I will NOT be humiliated by that…by that DUNDERHEAD!"
He stopped in his tracks and twirled around to face his pursuer.
The hunter halted. "Eh? You stopped?" the predator asked, frowning.
The Jounin winced, his pride hurt. He had heard a mocking tone in the shinobi's voice. 'How dare he? HOW DARE HE?! I…I will not abide by this! I am a Jounin from Getsugakure! To die is one thing, but to die with a wounded pride?' He reached for his weapon pack, pulling out a kunai without alerting the predator.
'I just need to buy myself some time and lower his guard. Then I could make my move…'
"Okay," the Jounin said, "you win. I can't fight somebody of your stature. I prefer to keep my life. Please, if you could just gently—"
"I wonder how I will get back to Konoha…" the man interrupted. "You lead me out into the forest, and now I have no idea how to get back!"
'Is this guy for real? Maybe this is just for the best...'
"Er, as I was saying," the Jounin blurted out, trying to get the shinobi's attention, "if you could gently bind my hands, I'll be more than happy to go back to the village with you. But please don't tighten the rope too tight, my hands—"
"Wow, lying down in my bed would feel sooooo good right about now…" the shinobi interrupted again, daydreaming.
The Jounin had enough. It was obvious that the mysterious shinobi did not respect him enough. He could not tolerate it anymore.
"Teme!" he yelled, charging at the man. 'It's now or never!'
"WAIT!" the shinobi yelled.
The Jonin halted.
The shinobi walked up to him and adjusted the Jounin's left leg. After it was in place, the shinobi grinned.
"Why'd you do that for?!" the Jounin menacingly asked.
"Your stance was wrong."
The Jonin's face was steaming red. He had humiliated him for the last time! Wasting no time, he charged at the ninja, full of anger.
However, the shinobi wasn't an idiot. Well, he was, but not during a fight. He easily dodged the Jounin, twisting his arm to make the kunai fall out of his hands, and pinned him to a tree, hands above his head.
"Are you going to try anything else?" the shinobi asked with a smirk.
"Just what do you want from me?!" the Jonin asked with desperation in his voice.
"What? Oh, nothing. I just needed a playmate."
There was a pause.
"Stop…"
"Stop what?" the shinobi asked.
"STOP SCREWING AROUND WITH ME!"
The Jounin broke free and swiftly preformed some hand signs.
"Fire Style: Fire Ball Jutsu!"
A fireball appeared in front of the Jonin and headed straight towards the shinobi. However, the shinobi had no reaction to it. The only thing he managed to say was: "Wow, that pales in comparison to Sasuke's."
He easily side-stepped it with almost no effort. 'Pssh, a fireball that size can't touch me. Even Sasuke has a hard time touching me with his fireball.'
Distracted by the fireball, the shinobi barely had time to see another attack coming.
"Earth Style: Earth Missile Jutsu!" the Jounin roared.
'Tsk, this guy is a pain in the ass. If he's going to use ninjutsu against me, he might as well make it so they can actually touch me!' the shinobi said with a heavy sigh. The shinobi grabbed a tree and used it to hop into the air, making the jutsu miss him completely.
He sighed. 'I guess this is the extent of his powers.'
The shinobi took a shuriken out of his pack and threw it straight towards the Jounin.
The Jounin scoffed. 'I can easily dodge that! He's really underestimating me!'
"I'm not done yet, friend," the shinobi said, a grin suddenly appearing on his face. "Shuriken: Shadow Clone Technique!"
The one mere shuriken suddenly turned into hundreds!
"Shit!" the Jounin cursed as he was barraged by dozens of shurikens. "Damn, this hurts…so…much…"
After the shurikens had subsided, the shinobi walked over to him. Standing over him, he could see the pain in the man's eye. He took out a pack from his bag and threw it down to the Jounin.
"What…is…that?" the Jonin sputtered.
"What are you thinking? I don't want you dead!" the shinobi said with a smile. "I just want to spar!"
"SPAR MY ASS! YOU MADE HUNDREDS OF SHURIKENS IMPALE ME!"
"Think about it. If they were REAL shurikens, would you even be alive?"
The Jonin pondered it. "Then, why—"
"Just use the medic pack I gave you."
"You mean that pack right there?"
"Nooo, I mean the pack in Amegakure," the shinobi teased.
"Just…who ARE you?"
"Me? Oh, I'm the Legendary Sage," he said as he posed the pose his sensei had taught him, "NARUTO UZUMA—oh, I smell ramen."
Author's Note: Hope I did well. Please, if you want to see this story continue, you have to review it! I want to know if it's worth continuing or not, based on your opinions. Oh, who am I kidding? I'll continue it either way :P
Yes, I gave Naruto a technique that he never learned, but I think he deserves it. To be honest, I'm going to give lots of characters techniques that they don't have in the anime/manga. Do you really want to read my action-packed story when Naruto only spams Kage Bunshin and Rasengan? Didn't think so.