"Dead Maelstrom"
Chapter 3: "Nitro Whirlpool Naruto"
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto and Viz. Deadpool, the X-Men, and all associated characters belong to Marvel Comics, Marvel Studios, and 20th Century Fox. I make no money whatsoever from this story, and I don't get any other kind of material compensation, either.
Author's note: Glad you're having fun with this story so far, everyone. It's only going to get wilder, as Naruto/Shirasen meets his teammates and sensei, and maybe gets into a little romance. Whether that romance is one-sided or not, only time will tell. It's about to get real, so let's go.
"Ninja, baby! Ninja!" Naruto shouted. "And I got paid, too! Man, I got so much cool stuff I wanna buy!"
"As much as I'm down with the excess and all, at least put some of it away for when you really need something," Deadpool suggested.
"Sure, Wade-papa," Naruto answered.
"How does it feel?" Siryn asked.
Naruto fingered the identifying band around his right leg. "It feels awesome, Theresa-mama! I'm gonna kick so much ass it ain't gonna be funny! Oh, wait . . . it will!"
"Don't let it go to your head," Siryn advised, ruffling Naruto's hair.
"Sure, sure, Theresa-mama," Naruto replied. "Anyway, I gotta hit the Academy. Got a sensei to meet . . . and a cute girl I really need to get out of that heavy jacket . . ." A perverse grin formed on his face before he raised his mask to cover his face and jumped out the window backwards.
"Oh, my God . . . please tell me he isn't talking about who I think he's talking about," Jiraiya uttered.
"Huh?" Deadpool asked, utterly confused. "Who's he talking about?"
"I believe Jiraiya believes Naruto is talking about Hinata Hyuga," Tsunade explained.
"Hinata Hyuga?" Deadpool repeated. "Sweet!"
Shizune, Tsunade, Siryn, and Jiraiya all looked at Deadpool, Jiraiya with a knowing expression and the women just looking confused. Deadpool just laughed. "You don't get it?! The quiet ones are always the freakiest!"
That got him punched in the face by Tsunade. "Wade, quit being stupid."
"It ain't stupid if it's true!" Deadpool exclaimed. "Besides, Hinata always turns out to be a cute little pervert-in-training in these things. Have you ever read 'Icha Icha Duo'? It's awesomely perverted!"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Tsunade grumbled.
"Nobody does," Siryn remarked. "But he's funny, anyway."
"Thanks, babe!" Deadpool shouted. He then proceeded to give her a big sloppy kiss on the lips through his mask.
"That is the freakiest thing I've ever seen," Shizune said. "How does he do that?"
"Ask Spider-Man," Deadpool replied. "He and Black Cat Frenched through his mask once."
"Sometimes, I don't know how I haven't killed you yet," Tsunade murmured.
"Because you'd miss me too much," Deadpool piped up. "I'm that awesome."
"Shut up, Wade," Tsunade grumbled.
"I just hope he doesn't get put on the same team as Sasuke," Jiraiya remarked. "Otherwise, Naruto might flip out and kill him."
"Wouldn't we be better off that way, anyway?" Deadpool asked. "That's how it always turns out in these things."
As this chatter was going on, Shirasen had arrived in the Academy and spotted Hinata, Shino, Kiba, Shikamaru, Choji, and Sasuke, along with several other students who'd passed the graduation exam. "You, quit scowling! You, quit sleeping! You, mind sharing those chips?! You . . . just keep doing what you do. And you . . ." He sauntered toward Hinata. "How about you let me give you a little sunshine?"
Hinata blushed. "Um, Shirasen-kun . . ."
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Kiba asked.
"Just getting to know this cutie here," Shirasen answered flippantly. "Besides . . . haven't you noticed how pretty she is when she blushes? It's like the sun shining through her face . . ."
That simply made Hinata blush even more, as Shirasen reached out to play with the identifying band around her neck. "That guy's asking to die. What a drag," Shikamaru groaned.
"Shirasen-kun . . ." Hinata murmured, as Shirasen leaned closer to her.
"Don't you think it's a little warm to be wearing such a heavy jacket?" he asked, taking the zipper tab for her jacket between his fingers and slowly pulling it down.
"Shirasen-kun . . . d-don't . . ."
"Just trying to help you out a little." Once the zipper was completely undone, he nudged the jacket open . . . allowing him to see that Hinata Hyuga had a very impressive bust for her young age. "Wow. Maybe you had a good reason for the jacket, after all. The boys wouldn't give you a moment's peace if they saw these."
Hinata blushed even more, particularly when Shirasen's gloved hand gently slid up her side.
"You bastard, get off her!" Kiba yelled, lunging at Shirasen . . . only for Shirasen and Hinata to not even be in the same spot anymore by the time he reached it. When he looked around for where they were, he found Shirasen, mask off but his blond hair obscuring much of his face, kissing Hinata passionately while sitting her on the table . . . and Hinata was kissing him back! "What the hell?!"
"Looks like she likes him," Shikamaru remarked.
Just then, Sakura and Ino arrived, both fighting their way through the door to see who'd get in first. When they stumbled in, their interest was immediately piqued by the sight of Shirasen and Hinata making out on Iruka's table. They also noticed the boys gaping in slack-jawed shock . . . with the exception of Shino, whose face was almost entirely concealed by his sunglasses and coat collar, and Sasuke, who didn't seem like he could care less.
"What's that pervert doing to Hinata?!" Sakura asked.
"Um, making out with her, forehead," Ino replied snottily. "Weren't you in class that day?"
"Shut up, Ino-pig!" Sakura snapped irritably.
What neither girl was willing to admit was that they probably wouldn't mind it so much if Sasuke had shown even half as much interest in ether of them as Shirasen was showing in Hinata . . . and judging by the passionate scene before them, she was just as interested in him. Their reverie was broken, though, when Iruka came in and saw what his table was being used for.
"Shirasen! Hinata! Stop that at once!"
When they'd stopped, they'd stopped with Shirasen's hand on her left breast . . . and Hinata had fainted from the shock of being seen by Iruka in such a compromising position. Shirasen just pulled his mask up to conceal his face, scowling irritably the entire time. "You're a real cock-blocker, you know that, Iruka?"
"Naruto, the Academy is not the place for you or Hinata to be indulging your teenage hormones," Iruka retorted sternly.
"So that's what you've been covering up," Shikamaru drawled. "Where'd you get those tattoos?"
"None of your business," Shirasen (Naruto) answered archly.
As much as Sakura and Ino hated to admit it, Shirasen – Naruto – was kind of cute under his mask. Wild blond hair hanging in his face, blue eyes that glimmered with mischief and mayhem and energy, lips that seemed to be permanently fixed in a "what the f#$% are you gonna do about it?" smirk, and those tattoos that almost resembled whiskers on his cheeks . . . Both of them had to metaphorically throw cold water on their faces by reminding themselves of the boy they were actually here for.
After Hinata had been awakened, she and Shirasen returned to their seats, allowing Iruka to begin reading out team assignments. ". . . Team 7 will be Sasuke Uchiha . . . Sakura Haruno . . ."
A cheer came from Sakura. "Take that, Ino-pig! True love conquers all!"
". . . and Naruto Uzumaki, or as he insists on calling himself, Shirasen."
"What?!" Sakura exclaimed.
"Whatever, Little Miss Itty-Bitty Titties," Shirasen commented. "You'll be lucky if Sasuke even so much as glances in your direction."
"Why I got stuck with a maniac like you . . ." Sasuke murmured.
"Well, look at it this way, Sasuke . . ." Shirasen answered as he jumped onto Sasuke's table to glare at him up close and personal. "I'd rather be a maniac than a repressed jackass like you."
"Naruto, do you mind getting down from there so I can finish?" Iruka asked. "And not insulting your teammates?"
Shirasen whirled while still on the table, only to lose his balance and fall headfirst into Sasuke's lap. "Oh, God . . . this is so freaking wrong."
Sasuke's face was flushed, although whether it was from rage or embarrassment or some odd combination of the two or even something else entirely was something Shirasen didn't care to find out.
"Loser . . . get your head off my lap," he growled.
"What's the matter, enjoying it too much?" Shirasen taunted, lifting his head to give Sasuke a taunting smirk . . . not that Sasuke could see it, given that Shirasen's mask was still on.
Sasuke growled at Shirasen, only for Shirasen to get up and see a bunch of very angry girls . . . with Sakura at their head . . . looking at him with murder in their eyes. Shirasen's response was to laugh wildly.
"Come on, babes! You want some of this? Come on, then!"
Thankfully, the girls backed down almost immediately, except for Sakura, who really wasn't intimidated by Shirasen's "madman act." "What kind of sicko are you?" she asked angrily.
"The kind of sicko who'll kick ass and take names," Shirasen replied cockily.
"Ahem," Iruka interrupted. "Team 7's jonin-sensei will be Kakashi Hatake. Team 8 will be Hinata Hyuga . . . Kiba Inuzuka . . . and Shino Aburame."
Shirasen looked at Hinata and smiled at her, despite the fact that she couldn't see it. "Take care of yourself, babe."
Hinata blushed, while Kiba growled at Shirasen, who just looked at Kiba and smiled. "You better look out for her while I'm gone. Or I'll stab you in the hand."
"What kind of nutjob are you?!" Kiba asked.
"The kind of nutjob who looks out for his lady," Shirasen replied.
"She doesn't even know you!"
"She'll get to know me. We'll have plenty of opportunities to get to know each other better."
"Team 8's jonin-sensei will be Kurenai Yuhi," Iruka went on. Shirasen tuned him out until he got to Team 10. "Team 10 will be Ino Yamanaka, Shikamaru Nara, and Choji Akimichi. The jonin-sensei for this team will be Asuma Sarutobi. Now your sensei will all show within the hour, so . . . try not to kill each other while you're waiting."
"If anybody dies, it ain't my fault!" Shirasen exclaimed. "That's natural causes, man!"
"You're a natural disaster," Ino remarked.
"Yeah, and when I blow through, you're gonna be missing those clothes . . ." Shirasen teased.
Ino glared at Shirasen. "Pervert!"
The first jonin-sensei to arrive was a red-eyed, black-haired woman in a white dress that seemed to be made almost entirely of bandages with a red right sleeve. "Hello. I'm Kurenai Yuhi. Everyone in Team 8 please stand up."
Shirasen whistled. "Hello, nurse!"
Kurenai looked at Shirasen. "Hello. And who might you be?"
Shirasen darted over to Kurenai. "Shirasen, future Hokage and master of the known world at your service." He did a dramatic bow for emphasis. "And you . . . I've heard great things about you. I'm sure Hinata-chan is safe with you."
"Would somebody have themselves a little crush on Hinata?" Kurenai asked.
"I wouldn't define my feelings as a crush," Shirasen answered. "That's for silly little children." He looked past Kurenai and directly at Sakura and Ino as he said those last five words. "No, my feelings could be compared more to a volcano that threatens to erupt at any instant, such is the strength of my passion."
"How charming of you," Kurenai remarked. She leaned closer to whisper in Shirasen's ear. "If you're just toying with her, I'm going to make you suffer."
"Duly noted, Kurenai-sensei." This time, there was no suaveness or humor in his voice, complete seriousness having overtaken him.
"Good." Kurenai ruffled his hair and took her students away, although Hinata sent a last wistful look at Shirasen, who waved jauntily at her.
Eventually, the other sensei showed up for their teams as well, all but the sensei for Team 7. "I'm gonna go out for a minute," Shirasen said.
"Shirasen! If sensei shows up while you're out, you might get in trouble!" Sakura warned.
"Like I care," Shirasen answered. "And like you care, too. Don't you wanna be alone with Sasuke-sama?" He dashed out of the room and away from the Academy. He came back mere minutes later with a bucket full of some strange mixture of chalk powder and white liquid, as well as some accoutrements that he began rigging up on the door.
"What are you doing?" Sakura asked.
"Making Sensei Tardy pay for being late," Shirasen answered, while giggling almost psychotically. "This is gonna be so good . . ."
"Shirasen! He'll kill you!"
"No, he won't. I won't let him."
Once he'd finished rigging the door to drop the bucket's contents on the head of whoever came through that door, Shirasen stood back with a gleeful smirk hidden by his mask. "Now we just watch and wait."
Soon enough, a tall man with a shock of silver hair standing up and garbed in the standard jonin uniform with metal-backed gloves and a mask concealing the lower half of his face walked in through the door. Shirasen's trap was sprung, and the unusual mixture of chalk powder and the strange white liquid fell on his head.
Shirasen laughed madly. "Serves you right for coming late!" He whistled once he realized who'd been the victim of his prank. "Kakashi. Who knew you were such a tardy asshole?"
Kakashi Hatake wiped some of the mixture off his masked face and gazed at it. "Tell me this isn't what I think it is."
"It is," Shirasen confirmed.
"What is it?" Sakura asked, almost fearing the answer.
"What some of my guy friends where I used to live call 'pimp-juice,'" Shirasen answered.
Sakura didn't get it for a moment. Then she shrieked. "Shirasen, you perverted sicko!"
"I am what I am!"
"My first impression is . . . I hate you. All of you," Kakashi stated. "Especially you, you masked maniac."
"Look who's talking!" Shirasen retorted.
"I'm going to shower and change," Kakashi stated calmly. "Wait for me on the rooftop."
"You'd better not be late," Shirasen grumbled. "Or I'll do worse."
"Yes, I'm sure you will," Kakashi drawled, and went off.
When Kakashi had managed to get himself cleaned and in a new jonin outfit, he greeted Sasuke, Sakura, and Shirasen on the rooftop. "All right, time for you to introduce yourselves."
"And how do we do that?" Shirasen asked. "Age/sex/location?"
Sakura moved to slap Shirasen upside the head, but Shirasen caught her hand. "Babe, if you're into S&M, wait till the night I take your virginity to get rough with me."
Sakura scowled. "Pervert!"
"All right, I'll show you how it's done," Kakashi said. "My name is Kakashi Hatake. I have some things I like, many things I dislike, and my hobbies and dreams for the future are none of your business. Now you go."
"Sure," Shirasen said. "You can call me Shirasen. I like the people who adopted me when I was six, although they're away a lot. I like the people who take care of me while the people who adopted me are away. I like the Make-Out series, but I think Jiraiya-jiichan is losing his touch. I like ramen a lot. I dislike people who make assumptions about other people before they get to know them and I dislike the time it takes for ramen to properly boil. My hobby is writing a novel which will surpass Jiraiya-jiichan's Make-Out series and my dream is to be the most badass Hokage ever!"
"Shirasen . . ." Kakashi murmured. "That name . . . and your personality . . . remind me of someone I knew once."
"Really?" Shirasen asked.
"That and your costume," Kakashi added. "You wouldn't have been adopted by a man calling himself Deadpool, would you?"
"Yeah," Shirasen confirmed. "Your point?"
Kakashi palmed his face. "No wonder you're so insane." He looked at Sakura. "Your turn."
"I like . . ." Sakura started, but trailed off when she looked at Sasuke, blushing. "I dislike psychotic perverted idiots!" She glared at Shirasen when she said that. "My dream for the future is to . . ." She trailed off again when she looked at Sasuke.
"Your turn," Kakashi said to Sasuke.
"I like nothing. I dislike many things. My dream for the future is more like a dual ambition, to restore the prestige and honor of the Uchiha clan . . . and to kill a certain man."
Shirasen whistled. "Oh, yeah. Now I know the anti-hero of this piece."
"So where do we go from here, Kakashi-sensei?" Sakura asked.
"You prepare for tomorrow morning, when we meet at training ground 7," Kakashi answered. "Don't eat anything; you'll be throwing it up, anyway."
"What's this about?" Shirasen inquired. "You gonna test us again? We already passed!"
"No, that test was just to see who had the potential to become genin," Kakashi explained. "This test will determine whether you have what it takes to actually be genin. Now go home, and get ready for tomorrow. I'll see you at training ground 7." With that said, he body-flickered away, leaving the newly assembled Team 7 to their own devices.
"Sasuke . . ." Sakura started to say. "Do you want to . . ."
"No," Sasuke answered tersely before leaving.
"Don't worry, Sakura," Shirasen piped up. "That brooding punk ain't good enough for you, anyways. How about trading up?"
"I'd be trading down if I went with you," Sakura retorted sharply.
"Ooh, Sakura-chan, you wound my heart!" Shirasen exclaimed dramatically, clutching his chest for effect. "Whatever shall I do if I cannot win your heart?"
"Um, crawl back into the hole you came from?" Sakura suggested snidely.
"It ain't a hole, you know," Shirasen retorted. "It's a very respectable apartment in a decent section of town. You can come see it for yourself."
"Shirasen . . . I'm not going out with you," Sakura stated.
"Yeah, yeah," Shirasen said. "Chase Sasuke all you want. He ain't gonna go for you or anybody else, and it ain't 'cause he's gay, because I doubt he has any sexuality in the first place. So if you wanna go for a sexless vengeance-obsessed brooder, that's your business. I'm just here to offer you a better option. See ya, babe!" Shirasen dashed away at high speed, seemingly vanishing from Sakura's point of view.
When Shirasen got back to his apartment, he found Jiraiya, Tsunade, Shizune, Deadpool, and Siryn packing their things. "You guys leaving me here?"
"Unfortunately, yes," Jiraiya replied sadly.
Siryn hugged Shirasen. "Don't worry, Naruto. We won't be gone forever. We'll be back to see you in the Chunin Exam finals . . . and we'll even bring some of your friends along . . ."
"Like whom?" Shirasen asked skeptically.
"Oh, I dunno, Layla misses you a lot . . ." Siryn remarked. "So do Monet . . . and Laura . . . and Cessily . . . and Noriko . . . and Tabitha . . . and Betsy . . . and David . . . and Santo . . . and even Julian . . ."
"Oh, yeah . . ." Shirasen murmured, starting to smile under his mask.
"I dunno about you, but I think Betsy's trying to get into the kid's pants," Deadpool mused aloud.
"You're insane," Tsunade groaned.
"Yes, I am, but that doesn't mean I'm not right!" Deadpool retorted.
Siryn shook her head slowly. "Just let Wade have his delusions."
"They ain't delusions, babe!" Deadpool protested. "Can't any of you tell?! Am I the only one who sees it?"
"You're seeing something that doesn't exist anywhere except your demented imagination," Tsunade answerd.
"Still . . ." Jiraiya trailed off, a perverted smirk on his face.
"Good God, why all the men here are perverts . . ." Siryn murmured.
"You married one of them," Tsunade brought up.
"Wade isn't that bad . . ." Shizune muttered.
"So, what are these Chunin Exams about, anyway?" Shirasen asked.
"They're basically a test to see who has the potential to move beyond genin and become chunin, which means more dangerous missions and more responsibility if you get promoted," Jiraiya explained.
"Oh," Shirasen replied. "Well, that ought to be fun! Danger is my middle name!"
"I thought it was Shirasen," Deadpool remarked.
"So where are you guys going?" Shirasen asked.
"I have recon assignments . . . and tracking that bastard of an old friend of mine so he doesn't do any more damage . . ." Jiraiya replied.
"And let me guess, you have your gambling, Tsunade-baachan?" Shirasen asked.
"And I have to go with her so she doesn't drink and gamble everything away," Shizune added somewhat resignedly.
Tsunade pulled down Shirasen's mask just enough to kiss him on his bared forehead. She also took that opportunity to hang her jade necklace around his neck. "You die . . . I'm going to be pissed. Very, very pissed."
"Then I just won't die," Shirasen answered. "And even if I do, I'll come back. That's how it works, you know?"
"No, not really," Tsunade contradicted.
"Then how do you explain Jean-sensei?" Shirasen asked.
"She was possessed and resurrected by a cosmic force," Tsunade replied. "That's different."
"Sure, whatever," Shirasen said. "What about you, Theresa-mama, Wade-papa?"
"I got assignments that need completing," Deadpool answered.
"You mean you're going to kill people," Shirasen replied.
"How the hell do you think we paid the bills, kid?" Deadpool asked. "And what the hell makes you think what you're going to be asked to do as a ninja is any different, other than you're not a freelancer and I am?"
Shirasen paused to think. "Huh. Never thought of it that way."
"It's 'cause you're an idealistic kid," Deadpool replied. "Gonna get that beaten out of you if you go down this path."
"And what about you, Theresa-mama?" Shirasen asked.
"X-Factor Investigations still needs me," Siryn replied.
"That's ok," Shirasen said. "Say hi to Jamie, Pietro, Layla, and Monet for me."
Shizune hugged Shirasen. "We're gonna miss you, Naruto-ototochan."
"I'll miss you, too, Shizune-neechan," Shirasen said as he hugged her back.
"Don't worry, Naruto," Jiraiya said. "I left you a full stock of Make-Out Paradise, everything in the refrigerator is fresh and nothing in the pantry's ready to expire just yet. I even left you some good H-games to play."
"I thought I got rid of those . . ." Siryn groaned.
"That's what you thought," Deadpool remarked with a grin in his voice. "And you know what thinking does to your complexion."
"Wade . . ."
"Ah, babe. Let the kid live a little. Besides, how else is he going to learn about the facts of life?"
"He could stand to learn from someone who isn't a complete pervert," Tsunade grumbled.
"Was I –?" Deadpool got cut off with a punch to the face from Tsunade.
"Let's not make this any more difficult than it is," Tsunade said.
"Well, look at it this way . . . you can have wild parties all you want and not have to worry about cleaning up for a while," Jiraiya remarked. "Or even invite a girl over and christen all the rooms, if you know what I mean!"
"Doesn't that sound like fun?" Deadpool asked.
"Not as fun as having you guys around," Shirasen replied glumly. "But thanks for trying."
"So who's your sensei?" Deadpool asked. "I hope it's Kurenai. Have you seen her? Rowr!"
"No, she's the sensei for Hinata's team," Shirasen answered. "Mine's Kakashi."
"Kakashi . . ." Deadpool echoed. "Man, I remember that kid. He's all grown now, huh?"
"Yeah, and he's a tardy bastard," Shirasen added snidely. "Paid him back good for that."
"Uh, what did you do . . . ?" Jiraiya asked.
"Some chalk powder, some pimp juice . . ."
"Oh, my God! What kind of maniac are you?!"
Shirasen just grinned evilly under his mask.
"You scare me sometimes, kid, and I'm a psychotic assassin who's scared of nothing and nobody!" Deadpool declared. "But never mind. There better be at least one cutie on your team, or I'll be mad!"
"Her name's Sakura Haruno," Shirasen replied. "She's cute, but kinda small in the chest and big in the forehead."
"Man, I was hoping for big in the behind," Deadpool mused.
Both Shirasen and Deadpool got smacked. "You're a corrupting influence, Wade," Siryn remarked.
"Yeah, I am, babe, and you love me for it!" Deadpool announced.
"Well, all that would be fine if she wasn't so obsessed with Sasuke Uchiha . . . punk-ass thinks he's so cool . . . I'll show him . . ." Shirasen trailed off into borderline psychotic ramblings about the ways he'd "make Sasuke [his] bitch" and "show Sakura how much better a man [he was] than Sasuke."
"All this effort over a chick that doesn't even like you . . ." Deadpool mused aloud. "Sounds a lot like a guy I know . . ." He turned to Jiraiya and Tsunade and smirked at them both underneath his mask.
"Hey!" Jiraiya protested. "She'll come to like me just fine one day!"
"Then why's she tangling with the Wolverine?" Deadpool asked before breaking out into a fit of laughter. "Even in a crossover that's supposed to be about me raising Naruto into a god among men, we can't help but reference the guy! He's everywhere! Like a . . . like . . . like something that's everywhere!"
"At least he knows how to behave himself," Tsunade retorted. "Unlike you two."
"We can behave ourselves just fine!" Deadpool and Jiraiya declared at the same time.
"Fine," Tsunade said. "For 24 hours, you can't say or do anything perverted."
"You suck . . ." Deadpool groaned. He regained his spirits and a smirk formed behind his mask. "But then, you are the Legendary Sucker, so it's in your nature to suck. But suck what? Hmmm . . ."
Tsunade growled angrily.
"I love you when you're mad!"
That got him another punch, this time breaking his skull. "Hmm, crap. This is gonna take a while to walk off. . . ."
Shirasen palmed his face. "Sometimes, I think Theresa-mama, Shizune-neechan, and I are the only sane people in this family."
"You? Sane?" Jiraiya asked incredulously.
"Saner than you, hah!" Shirasen replied.
End Notes: I could go on forever with that scene, but I'm not going to. Instead, I'm going to conclude this chapter right here and let you all bask in the crazy and ask me questions about what's going to happen next. Well, Kakashi's test will be in the next chapter and some things are probably going to be different from canon, given Naruto's greater knowledge of his abilities here.
Of course, Deadpool and co. won't be gone forever, and when they come back, they'll come back with some X-Men! Then there's the matter of explaining just how things worked out between Naruto and his guardians, given the rather "difficult" natures of some of those guardians. You'll see that in various flashbacks depicting Naruto's life with them.
But that's enough talking from me! See you next chapter!
