When I was five I met Hokage. Naruto wanted me to meet the gramps he always talked about, I agreed. The Hokage had a very tired and sad smile, I hated it.
When Hokage asked why I befriended Naruto. I said it was because of his smile. I don't think he understood what I meant.
He asked if I wanted to become a ninja. I said yes. He looked very sad. That night I dreamed about a man, who would give anything for his village no matter how soft he was. It was then when I started to fear Hokage.
No matter how much I feared Hokage I still respected him. How could I not. After all no matter how much he sacrificed, how much he lost, he stayed alive for his village.
Hokage also started to believe that I am a genius. I started to remember dreams about a sad boy with grey hair. I started to dream about a boy with bleeding red eyes. I don't want to dream ever again.
When my mother asked why I don't want to sleep. I said I don't want to remember. She never understood what I meant.
I started to hate Hokage. Because of him I started to dream about the boy with bleeding red eyes. I didn't want to be a genius, because I didn't want to be like that boy, because I didn't want to be hurt like him.