Apologies for the hiatus. Got caught up with real life. Graduated from college and got a job. Plus, I spent a lot of time re-writing my previous chapters. You don't really need to re-read everything to understand what's going on though. I know it's the not most professional thing to do but I simply couldn't write fresh chapters without tweaking the existing ones to my satisfaction. I'm kind of a perfectionist and I get really obsessive about it sometimes. Not that I'm saying that the stuff I've written till now is perfect. Just the best of what I can offer.

The most major changes are as follows:

1. Deleted the part where Naruto publicly announces his status as a Jinchuuriki and his parentage. It was a stupid move on my part in the first place.

2. Naruto has a long talk with Sarutobi after the incident with Mizuki and tells him about his connection with the Kyuubi.

3. Rewrote the Wave Arc

4. Added in a lot of minor scenes to flesh out the story wherever I could.

Hope you enjoy this one.

The Legend Begins

Tenzou sifted through the pockets of the broken body lying in front of him. The corpse was wearing a mask bearing the symbol of Iwa. Fresh blood was still pooling around the body.

The rest of Tenzou's team were milling about the clearing and erasing all evidence of the battle which had just taken place. The bodies of the other fallen enemies had already been disposed of. They were on the outskirts of the Great Forest of Konoha.

An Iwa shinobi had defected to Konoha a day ago. Tenzou's ANBU team had been assigned the task of eliminating the hunter-nin squad that was on the defector's tail. It had been a hard battle. Like the ANBU, hunter-nin tended to comprise of only elite jounin. Luckily, they had had element of surprise and had managed to successfully take advantage of it.

Pulling off the man's pouch, Tenzou stood up and opened it. In it, he found a brand new book. The cover told him that it was Iwa's latest bingo book. Curiously, he opened it and flicked through the pages. It was always good to which of your comrades had bounties on their heads. An image caught his eye as he flicked through the pages. Backtracking, he found the offending page. His eyes widened as he stared at the image. Cursing under his breath, he read through the description of the listed shinobi.

He cursed loudly. Tenzou himself wasn't listed in the Bingo Book. Although that was mainly due to the fact that he had been the ANBU for a majority of his career.

"Fuck!" he cursed again. His squad at looked at him in surprise at his sudden outburst. He was not the one who generally used colourful language.

"What's wrong, Taicho?" one of them asked, her voice muffled by her mask.

"Nothing," said Tenzou with a sigh as he turned around. He held up the Bingo Book. "Someone's going to be really happy when he gets to know about this."

"Friend of yours?"

"Yeah. You could say that," said Tenzou as he pocketed the book and set the body of the fallen enemy aflame.

1 Day Earlier

"Come on, Ibiki! Let me handle this one," begged Anko with a pout.

Her superior glanced at her as he walked briskly down the corridor of the Konoha Torture and Interrogation Cell.

"No."

"No? Why not?" asked Anko as she followed him.

"Because the Hokage specifically told me to handle this personally."

"You can watch from the observation room. What the Hokage doesn't know, won't kill him."

"No. Besides, he could potentially become an ally."

"I'll be nice."

"No."

"Come on. Please."

"No. You have a conflict of interest."

"We're shinobi. We all have conflicts of interests."

"Not under my watch."

"I'll let you grope me."

Ibiki didn't even dignify that with a response. Anko sighed as they crossed the ANBU checkpoint. They had now entered the prison area. Only a chosen few had access.

"I can watch, right?"

"As long as you remember to not spill anything to the boy."

"As if. He's not even in the village."

"Just reminding you," said Ibiki as he turned and walked into an interrogation room.

Anko nodded at him and took a place in front of the observation window. All she knew was that the defector's name was Muta.

Ibiki walked into the interrogation room with a grimace on his face. He had been roused by an ANBU at 3 in the morning. An Iwa shinobi had turned up at the gates requesting a meet with the Hokage. Instead, the ANBU guards at the gate had transferred him to the T&I Cell. As was the procedure with all defectors.

The preliminary report told him that his name was Muta and that the ANBU had not been able to find any time-delayed jutsu on him. He had been a member of the squad which had abducted Naruto Uzumaki. And that's why he had no intention of letting Anko anywhere near his prisoner.

"Name and shinobi reference number."

"Muta Kobayashi. 4970391."

"Let's make this simple, shall we? You tell us what your demands are and what you have to offer us. And we'll tell you whether you die or not."

His prisoner smiled.

"Ah! The famous Ibiki Morino. I definitely have no intention of playing games with someone like you. Before we begin, what of the hunter-nin after me?"

"Neutralized."

His prisoner's smile grew wider.

"I hope that's the truth. I really don't enjoy psychological games."

Ibiki shrugged.

"Make what you want of it."

"Come on. You're the one who wanted to keep this simple."

Ibiki did not dignify that with a response.

"Fair enough. I'm an Iwa jounin. As you can imagine, I know a lot of things which you'll find interesting."

"And what do you want in return?"

"Nothing much. Just a life here. I would like to be inducted as a Konoha shinobi."

Ibiki's face did not change as he processed the request. It wasn't even too big of a request. During wartimes such requests generally poured in each day. Especially when he was offering them high level intel.

"And why should we just not extract it from your mind?"

"Because I took the precaution of installing a safeguard. You meddle with my memories and I go boom. You can have one of your Yamanaka to confirm it. It's crude but it'll work. And chakra has already been pumped into it. It's ready and primed. Your chakra restriction seals can't stop it."

Ibiki stood up and turned to leave.

"Wait, that's it? Don't you want to know more about the kind if intel I have?" asked Muta with a hint of panic in his voice.

"Not particularly," called Ibiki as he walked out.

Anko's grin was feral.

"You sure saw through past that cocky facade of his."

"I think this is his first serious interrogation. Despite him being a jounin."

"Seems that way. Even I managed to read his body language."

"Hm. I'm going to the Hokage. Behave, while I'm gone."

"Come on. Let me just scare him a bit."

Ibiki considered her words for a second. A hint of a smile played on his lips.

"Go ahead."

Anko smiled and cracked her knuckles.

Sarutobi had growled in frustration when he had first heard the news. It wasn't as if he actually wanted to start a war with Iwa. The objective had been to avoid it for as long as possible.

He was now sitting in his office waiting for a report from the T&I Cell. He didn't even put on a smile when Danzo walked in with his usual cohorts, Himura and Kohaku.

"What?" he snapped.

"We were informed of the Iwa defector," began Kokahu. "We thought it would be best if we-"

"I'm not sending him back to Iwa. I've already dispatched a squad to eliminate all pursuers."

A heavy silence blanketed the room. Evidently, they hadn't expected that. In their minds, he was just an old, senile, peace-loving idiot.

"That's good to hear," said Danzo. "We were und-"

"Under the impression that I was going to send him back? I'm not warmongers like you three, but that doesn't mean I'm a coward. I planned to send Iwa a threat and I have no intention of backing down. We have already crossed the point of no return. The ball is in Onoki's court now. If he wants a war, then we're going to have a war."

"I see," said Danzo after a long silence. "It is good to see that the Hiruzen of my youth is still in there somewhere."

"Bah. Get out, the three of you. I'm in no mood for your posturing."

Their faces betrayed no expressions despite his rudeness and that irritated him.

"Oh and by the way," he called as they filed out his room. "You three are going to be on the frontlines this time. It's time you led the village from the front. Especially you Danzo."

He smirked as that elicited the response he wanted from Homura and Kohaku. He didn't expect Danzo to emote even in his dying moments.

Ibiki walked into his office a few minutes later.

"Well?" asked Sarutobi.

"He's scared. Or he's the best actor I've ever seen."

"So not a plant then?"

"I don't think so."

"You don't think so? That's not enough. Confirm it. Use any means necessary. I do not want to go to war relying on planted intel."

"Hai, Hokage-sama. You'll have my report in a few hours."

Sarutobi sighed as Ibiki left his office. Pulling up a piece of paper, he began writing a message to Jiraiya.

As he penned, he summoned in his assistant.

"Get word to Asuma and Shikaku. Tell them that their mission stands cancelled. The ball is in Iwa's court now."

"Hai," nodded his assistant as she made her way out.

"Panther," called the Hokage, the instant the door was closed.

One of his many ANBU guard melted silently into view.

"Get word to your commander, although I presume he has already received a report of this. Tell him Tenzou and Kakashi's mission stands cancelled as well. Tenzou's team is to head out and intercept any Iwa squads tracking this man. I want no mistakes with this. We're walking on the knife's edge here. Ask him to double the patrols on the border. Both ANBU and regular."

Sasuke and Sakura waited for the remaining members of their team, as per usual, at their standard meeting point; which just happened to be one of the many bridges that crossed the tiny stream separating the village from the many training grounds. Overtime their overall patience towards their teammates' tardiness had undergone a dramatic improvement.

Sasuke was leant against the bridge-stile, eyes closed and deep in thought. With practiced ease, he completely ignored the existence of Sakura, although she herself had stop pestering him nowadays. He had no idea who or what had forced that idea into the girl's head but he was eternally grateful to the person who had done so. He had much better things to think about and he was glad for the peace the girl was offering him.

To Sasuke, the level of the gap between him and his blond teammate was quite clear now. The trip to the Wave had cleared away any lingering doubts. Naruto was physically stronger, faster, had a better arsenal of jutsus and had a much larger pool of chakra. Sasuke clearly had his work cut out, if he wanted to beat the blond idiot into his rightful place anytime soon.

"Yo," called a lazy voice as Kakashi slowly walked up to them. "Good," he continued. "You two are on time."

It was a testament to Sasuke's and Sakura's improved patience that they didn't bother responding to their teacher's taunt.

"Naruto won't be joining us today. It's just us three today. Let's get going."

"Why?" piped Sakura asking the question Sasuke wanted asked as well.

"Why?" answered Kakashi. "He's not in the village right now."

"Where's he gone?"

"I don't really know for that matter."

"Yes but why isn't he in the village? Has he been given a mission?"

"I wouldn't say that. The Hokage saw fit to give him leave to go on a short trip with a family member."

Sasuke quietly filed away the information. This would be the ideal time for him to cover some of the gap between him and Naruto. He jumped lightly off the stile and followed Kakashi towards to training grounds.

"Sakura, today we work some more on your taijutsu and a bit more on your genjutsu, Sasuke."

Sasuke's lips twitched upwards. He relished the prospect of utilizing genjutsu. It was one aspect where his teammate seemed to be lacking. He also planned to visit his clan library tonight. As the last Uchiha in the village, it was his and only his. He was going to pick up any Katon he could find in the library. His lips twitched once again.

"Senseiii!" whined Ino. "You need to relax a bit. I can't spar anymore."

"Me too," groaned Chouji. Both of them were on their knees in the middle of their usual training grounds and panting heavily. Stood in front of them, completely unfazed by their cries, was their team leader Asuma.

"We aren't anywhere near to being done," he growled as he casually dodged a tendril of a shadow that had emerged from the nearby trees and attacked him from behind. In a flash, he pulled out a kunai and flung it into the brush to his left. There was a scurrying noise as Shikamaru rolled out of the way of the blade launched at him.

"Something wrong? You seem really angry?" asked a panting Shikamaru as he slowly picked himself up off the ground.

"Me? Angry? Nothing of the sort. I just realized that I was going too easy on you three idiots. Can't have you three dying on me now, can I?"

"Die? Who's going to kill us three?" offered Shikamaru.

"Who knows?" shrugged Asuma. "Could be anyone. The world's a happening place," said Asuma as he charged at his students again.

2 Days Later

"There's a group of S-rankers after you, kid."

Jiraiya had chosen the path of bluntness. That's what the kid seemed to prefer anyhow. Naruto's eyes widened a fraction.

"What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said."

Naruto stared at his mentor silently. He then shrugged nonchalantly.

"I just have to get stronger then."

Jiraiya stared at his student in shock. He had expected Naruto to handle the news well but this was a bit too much.

"You okay, kid?"

"Why won't I be?"

"Well, I just told you that they're a bunch of S-rank missing-nin out to kill you and you don't really seem upset."

"People have been trying to kill me for a long time."

Jiraiya restrained his flaring anger at the treatment of his godson by the village he loved. Minato was going to kill him anyway when he finally died.

"Don't you want to know why?"

"It must be either because of me being a Jinchuuriki or because of who my parents are."

Jiraiya made a mental note to not underestimate his godson's intelligence in the future.

"You're right. It's because of what you are. I believe that this group is after what's inside you. What they want it for, I do not know. However, it is imperative that they not get their hands on you. One, it'll upset the balance of power of the villages. Secondly and more importantly, the forcible extraction of a bijuu will almost certainly kill the host."

Naruto's face widened in shock. Jiraiya gave him the time to process the information. Naruto stared around the room, lost in thought for quite a while.

"What if it's not forced?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if the extraction is not forced? What if I open the seal and let him go? Will that kill me?"

Jiraiya considered the question despite the fact that that had not been the response he had been expecting. That seemed to happen a lot whenever he had a serious talk with Naruto.

"I don't know. The loss of an entity such as the Kyuubi will deal quite a gigantic jolt. I can't say whether your chakra system will be able to withstand the shock or not. Your chances of survival may be increased but I don't know to what extent. Frankly, it's even wrong of me to hypothesize like this. Anything is possible. That has never been done before, as far as I know. Hell, I don't think that there has even been a Jinchuuriki with an Eight Trigams Seal before. You're most probably are the first Jinchuuriki whose seal was designed around a key. Granted, that means that your seal will weaken with time but your father wanted to give you an out, I guess. The other villages do not tend to be so forgiving."

"My seal has a key?" asked a wide-eyed Naruto.

"Yes."

"Where is it?"

"Your father entrusted it to me before he died."

Silence fell between them as Naruto stared at his mentor.

"Give it to me," said Naruto quietly.

"What?"

"I SAID GIVE IT TO ME!" screamed Naruto and lunged at him.

Displaying a speed way beyond what Naruto was capable of perceiving, Jiraiya grabbed his godson and pushed him to the floor. A grunt of pain escaped Naruto as Jiraiya ground his knee against Naruto's back.

"Last warning, boy! If you try a move like that again, you'll be very sorry. You're a thousand years too early to take me on. You understand me?"

His godson just growled in anger and attempted to free himself. Jiraiya pressed his knee down even harder. Naruto gasped again but his attempts to free himself just intensified.

They continued their silent struggle for a while. Finally, a panting Naruto ceased his wriggling.

"I'm sorry," he whispered out.

"Hmph!" said Jiraiya as he stood up and dusted himself off. Naruto slowly pushed himself off the ground and collapsed panting into a seated position. The fight had left him and he hung his head dejectedly.

"I presume you want that key because of the deal you made with… you-know-what."

"The old man told you?"

"Yes. And that's why he summoned me so much earlier than what he agreed upon. As so-"

"Hold on, hold. What do you mean agreed upon?" interrupted Naruto.

"The old man and I agreed that Kakashi would be the first to train you. I was to take over when you reached 15."

"But why? Why did you agree?"

"Well, one because you were the son my most prized student. And secondly, well… how do I put this?" said Jiraiya, scratching his head. "Well yeah, cuz you know… I'm your godfather."

As he had expected, his proclamation was met with widened eyes and a dead silence. And then a few seconds later, a look of abject anger.

"YOU BASTARD!" screamed Naruto and launched a punch at him. This time, Jiraiya did not dodge the attack. He knew that he partly deserved it. The blow landed on his jaw and he staggered back a step from the force of it. Taking the punch also had the added advantage that the boy's anger disappeared the instant his fist made contact and was replaced by confusion.

"Why didn't you block that?" mumbled the boy.

"Because I partially deserved it," replied Jiraiya with the truth. His response was met with further confusion and a look of sadness. Silently, Naruto stepped back slowly and sat down into the grass. They were in one of the many grassy knolls that were used as training grounds in Myoboku. It was private and in Jiraiya's opinion as good a place as any other to have a talk of this importance.

He slowly sat down himself and let the Naruto collect his thoughts. The boy seemed truly forlorn as he waited.

The silence held true for a whole minute before Naruto softly broke it.

"Why did you leave me?"

"Trust me, I didn't. I reached the village too late to be of any use in the battle. By the time I was there, Minato as gone. Your mother was gone. But you were still alive. I wanted to take you and eave right away. But the old man refused."

"Why?"

"He wanted you to have a normal childhood. Wanted you to grow up and go through the Academy like any other kid. He said that he didn't want to force you anything. And plus there was the added fact that I'm not really the ideal person to take care of a baby."

More silence ensued.

"I thought I had made my peace with my childhood," mumbled the boy. "I thought I was fine with it. I had the same fight with the Jiji awhile back and I thought that I was over it."

A single tear rolled down the boy's cheek.

"But knowing now that this alternate life was possible… I… I don't know how to feel anymore."

A second tear followed the first one.

Jiraiya lifted himself up, closed the distance between them and plopped down beside his godson. Gently, he gave the boy a one-armed hug.

"I can't even imagine how tough it must have been for you to grow up in a village which despised you and I won't insult you by trying to do so. What I do know that is that there is no point grieving over the past. I learnt that the hard way myself."

The boy continued to slowly shake for a while.

"Did you know?" he asked softly after a long silence.

"Know what?"

"Know how the village treated me?"

"Yes. I did."

More silence.

"Do you hate me for that?" asked Jiraiya.

"Tell me why you didn't do anything? Then we'll see," replied Naruto with steel in his voice.

Jiraiya slowly removed his hand and looked away into the distance.

"I know you have every right to hate me. I understand that but my hands were tied. Barring kidnapping you outright, there was nothing I could do. It's easy to say things in hindsight. Back then, I had no idea how you would be treated. And moreso, I really had absolutely no idea how to raise a baby. The old man convinced me that the best way to go forward would be to let you grow under his care and then for me to take you under my wing when you were older. Frankly, we both believed that that was the best possible solution. We both underestimated the depth of conviction the village had its decision to mistreat you."

"I see," nodded Naruto slowly. "What about after that? Why did I not ever see you until now?"

"Because I was never in the village. I'm in charge of Konoha's spy networks. I run all our moles and act as a go-between for the village. I think I've visited the village exactly four times in the past 12 years. Each time, I dropped by and made sure you were okay. I left you a couple of gifts as well."

"You mean, you were the one who gave me the hat and the wallet?"

"Yes."

"But why did you never come and meet me? You have no idea how mu-"

"And say what, kid?" queried Jiraiya. "Hey, I'm Jiraiya, your godfather who hasn't bothered meeting you since you were born? What was I supposed to have done? My mentor, the man I trust most in the world, had insisted that I was unsuitable to raise a child. And I agreed with him. You don't fully know me yet. I don't know the first thing about kids. So, I compromised. I agreed to take you once you were a bit older. Look, I did the best I could given the circumstances. Now, it's upto you to decide whether you want me to train you or not."

"For the first four years of my life, all I ever dreamt about was that I had this rich, powerful relative who would one day come and rescue me. Now I find out that I actually did have a relative like that and he couldn't even be arsed to say hello once in 12 years?"

"That your answer then?"

"No, it's not," said Naruto slowly after the longest pause yet. "I forgave the old man. I guess I have to forgive you. Besides. What you said was right. Agonizing about the past is not going to get me anywhere. I need to move forward, like you said. And you did get me a couple of gifts, so you can't be all that bad, can you?"

Jiraiya stared at his godson in surprise for a few seconds. Then he sprang up and hugged the boy as tightly as he could.

"Thank you," he mumbled. "I don't deserve your forgiveness but thank you. You truly are Minato's son."

Naruto's eyes widened for an instant and then he slowly relaxed. Resting his chin on his godfather's shoulder, he slowly wrapped his arms around the Sannin and held on tightly.

"I promise that from now on, I'll always be there for you," said Jiraiya softly. They remained so for the better part of a minute.

Finally, with a deep sigh Jiraiya slowly released Naruto and placed his hands on the boy's shoulders.

"I would like to do this tomorrow but I really can't delay it any longer. We need to talk about the Kyuubi."

Naruto slowly nodded.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"First of all, I need to inspect your seal."

"Okay."

"Yeah. Take off your shirt and perform any jutsu."

Naruto did as asked. As he channeled chakra through his internal network, his seal magically became visible on his stomach. Jiraiya kneeled in front of him and began to observe his seal. With a finger he methodically probed the seal for about a minute.

"It seems okay," he said as he finally leaned back.

"Can I stop channeling now?"

"Yeah. I'm done."

Jiraiya slowly rose to his feet and retraced his steps to his original seating position. Sitting down, he simply looked at his godson and let out a long sigh.

"So I'll keep it simple. It all boils down to this. The old man says you trust the Kyuubi. Well, I don't."

Naruto just stared at him in silence.

"Well?" asked Jiraiya.

"What am I even supposed to say in response to that?"

"I don't know? I suppose you have to convince me somehow."

"Look, there's no way I can prove to you to that Kurama-san is trustworthy. I don't really have any evidence or anything like that."

"Kurama-san? I see. You do know that this Kurama-san is the reason you don't have any parents. Granted of course, that in his opinion he was being controlled by someone."

"Madara! He was being controlled by Uchiha Madara!"

"My point still stands."

"Yes, I know that he killed my parents. And do you know how I know that? Because he told me himself. Why would he tell me himself if he wanted to gain my trust?"

"Double bluff?"

"Yes and I've fallen for it, haven't I? He could easily have killed me back then. I was completely within his range. But he didn't. I've given him many chances again since then. I'm still here, aren't I?"

Jiraiya took in the boy's words and slowly processed them.

"Fair enough," he nodded after a while. "I'll take your word for it. For now."

"That's it?"

"Yeah, I can see that you truly believe what you say. I'm willing to accept it at face value for now."

"There's nothing else you want to ask me?"

"Nah."

"Not even about the part that I'm going to release him when I can?"

"Nah."

"Really? The Jiji went ballistic when I told him that."

"Yeah? I'm not worried."

"Why?"

"Because I have the key to your seal. And as long as I have, you can't really do much."

"Damn you," acknowledged a grinning Naruto.

"Ha," replied Jiraiya. "You're cheeky, boy. What I am going to do is help you use that power of yours. It's what saved you from Iwa and it'll most likely come in handy later as well."

"You will?"

"Distrustful, I maybe but foolish I am not. Minato wanted you fully harness that power and I intend to help you. That is why he entrusted me with the key."

Naruto nodded slowly.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it. I really can't have you dying on me, can I? Your mother would make the afterlife really, really miserable for me."

"Would she?"

"Yeah. She was a firecracker if there ever was one, your mother."

"Can you tell me a bit about her?"

"Sure. But we should be getting back as well. I'll tell you as we walk."

"There you are. I was getting a bit worried," called Fukasaku as they entered his house. "Jiraiya-chan, you have a message from Konoha. I was just going to send someone to find you. The messenger says it's urgent."

Jiraiya nodded and picked up the sheaf of sealed papers Fukasaku was pointing to. With a flare of his chakra, he opened it up and began reading.

"Fuck!" he cursed as he quickly scanned through the first sheet.

"What's wrong?" asked Naruto seriously.

Impatiently waving the boy away, Jiraiya sat down and re-read the message again. This time more slowly and very carefully. The news of Muta did not really sit well with him. Iwa had always been the one of the pricklier villages, rushing to war over the tiniest of incidents. An incident such as the betrayal of one of its jounins was definitely not something that could be classified as a tiny incident. Villages lost shinobi every day. Some were tired of the brutal lifestyle. Some did not agree with the village's policies and no longer wanted to be a part of it. And quite a few became missing-nins, attracted by the riches that lay in the black market. But very few defected to a rival village. This was definitely not going to sit well with Onoki.

He had to get in touch with all his spies anywhere in that region. To warn them of the danger and to keep their eyes open. Konoha needed his network to flourish more than ever now.

He continued reading the rest of the papers. They consisted of reports from Ibiki regarding the intel gained from the man he had captured and the defector. The last, however, was a small note with a paper attached it.

On the note, in the Hokage's neat print, was written, "This is from Iwa's latest Bingo Book. Show it to him. Should cheer him up."

Jiraiya glanced at the attached page and groaned. The kid's ego was big enough as it is.

With a sigh, he handed over the page to Naruto silently.

Naruto grabbed the sheet out of his godfather's hand hurriedly.

His eyes widened as he read through the words printed on it. It was clearly a page which had been torn out of a book. It contained a rough sketch of his face with a lot of focus on his whiskers and his golden-yellow hair.

Curiously, he began to read the passage below the sketch.

"This is the Jinchuriki of the village of Konoha. It is believed that he is in possession of the Kyuubi. His techniques and fighting styles are unknown. Approach with extreme caution. It has been confirmed that he single-handedly eliminated two whole squads of Iwa jounin on the outskirts of the Land of Fire."

A happy laugh escaped out of his mouth. This was exactly what he had been aiming for. His happiness grew as he glanced up and finally read the title of the page.

The moniker he had been bestowed with was 'The Blond Demon.'

Naruto laughed again. Iruka-sensei was going to shit his pants if he saw this.