Chapter IV: Never mess with a mailman.
A/N: Hello, folks. Certainly been a while; I'm sorry I didn't update this story sooner, but I figured I may as well take my time and improve on the writing and dialogue a little bit. I'm still a bit rusty, but I'm certainly getting better by the day.
Some people commented about the strangeness of the MC's attitude, when he pushed Naruko's buttons like that- I agree, to a point. While it certainly feels rushed (sorry about that, I wrote chapter IV in one go, unlike this one, which I build gradually), I think it fits in with the character's background- as the Kyuubi's chakra brings out some bad memories. Nonetheless, the conflict was solved, and such an outburst won't be coming, at least for a while.
BTW, thanks for the suggestions at the reviews- I'll take them to heart. LionComet posted an idea about using arrows to indicate an attribute's growth, so I'll start doing that.
I'm also open to suggestions regarding Missions, as well as team pairings, and even character interactions. If you have an idea, feel free to share it with me at reviews or PMs, I'm open to suggestions guys. In fact, I'm thinking about having the MC taking some missions in between training, so it doesn't look like one huge grind till the Chunin Exams and Orochimaru.
I may also have some plans regarding Cursed Seals, we'll see.
Anyways, on to the reading.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor do I own the Gamer Manhwa or any of the series/anime/movies/comics/games/books cited. I just own this satirical and kind of funny fanfic.
"It doesn't matter what you do, if you live and die as you like. However, no matter what road you end up taking, remember to protect the people that are precious to you."- Hiruzen Sarutobi, Third Hokage.
Chapter IV: Never mess with a mailman.
"Chakra exhaustion fucking suuuucks."
"You know, for someone who calls other people 'bitches', you sure do whine like one."
"Oh, fuck off, Neji. You see that watch over there?" I point to the antique clock hanging on the wall opposite to the bed. "Take out the batteries. Now go and suck a dick for half an hour."
"So vulgar." My genius cousin snorts, an amused grin on his lips as he leans back in the visitor's chair. "If it weren't for your eyes, I'd say you were born an Inuzuka. You sure sound like one."
"I don't know, maybe I am half-Inuzuka after all." I rebuke from my spot on the hospital bed, my hands completely wrapped in bandages with some healing ointment. Even with my rapid regeneration, direct contact with the Nine Tails' highly corrosive Chakra left severe burns on my skin - as if my hands had been dipped in acid. "That explains this sexy red mane and masculine attitude."
"You know, with your level of self-delusion, I'm still wondering why you never chose Genjutsu as your specialty." He searches his backpack for something, before tossing me a can of ice-cold, ready-to-drink tea. Ice lemon, my personal favorite.
"Because we only learn the bare minimum at the academy." I casually respond, popping the can open with bandaged fingers. "I have some shit luck too. Ended up with that asshole Kakashi as my sensei, instead of that hottie, Kurenai."
Even now, two years later, just saying that name still pisses me off. Back then, when I was told I had been selected to be part of Kakashi Hatake's Genin squad, I must admit I was pretty damn excited. Who wouldn't be? To have a shot at learning under the almost legendary Kakashi of the Sharingan was a dream for many students back at the Academy, at least from those who knew the man's reputation.
Except the asshole never wanted to take Genin under his command in the first place. He just failed us, after making me and the other two Genin go through his stupid bell test. A test that Naruto- or in my case, Naruko- should be passing at this very moment in fact.
"Kakashi, that's the man Gai-sensei keeps yapping about all the time." Neji comments with a snicker, clearly taking amusement at my irritation. "His 'Eternal Rival', he says. So he used to be your sensei..."
"For a day. Then he kicked me straight to the Genin corps, like a fucking piece of shite." Wait, why am I speaking with a British accent? Why do I even know what England is, I'm an anime character for Kami's sake. Damn Game, you can be confusing as fuck sometimes.
"Still, he was your sensei. Technically speaking, of course." Emphasis on technically.
"Well, he can go fuck himself, for all that I care. You've taught me more in a handful of weeks, than he ever would- even if I passed his stupid test." I turn to look at him with a wicked grin. I wasn't lying either, from what I could remember about the original Team 7- they were as green as one could get. "I hope you're ready for the ass-kicking I'm about to give you in the exams, by the way. I have a wager to win."
"In your dreams..." the younger Hyūga rebuffs, furrowing his brows while glaring back at me. "You are still a long way from defeating me. I am the strongest Hyūga of our generation; my victory is all but certain." his lips then twist into a playful smile, before he taps me in the shoulder. "I'm merely taking pity on my lazy bum of a cousin, helping him find his way."
"This lazy bum can keep up with you all day. Not so pitiful now, am I?"
"Only because you recover faster than a salamander. To be honest, I've never seen anything like it. Even after several strikes from my Gentle Fist, you just keep coming back again and again." A sigh escapes Neji's lips, as he remembers the surprise he felt the first time he witnessed this phenomenon, before he takes another sip off his drink. At the time, he had been used to fighting Lee all the time- but Lee never got back up right after a beating. "If it wasn't for the red hair, I'd think you descended from the Senju. They were famous for their freakish stamina, and your mother did come from outside the clan."
"Do I even look like the First Hokage to you? I'm as pale as you, and you look like a fostered princess." Hashirama Senju, meanwhile, had been an eight-foot-tall, tree-armed uga-buga gigachad who slapped Madara Uchiha around like a ragdoll, while also kicking the Nine-Tails furry ass. At the same time. One simply could not match the First Hokage. "Maybe the Second Hokage, but I don't think he had children."
Tobirama was too busy being a Sigma Male to bother with sex. He may not have gotten any pussy, but the man sure did get his Kinjutsu right.
"It could be possible. From what I've heard from Tenten, Tsunade of the Sannin has blonde hair. She could have had your mother with a red-haired man, who then passed her genes to you." Neji muses with a hum. I seemed to have infected him with my habit of overthinking stuff- may Kami have mercy upon my soul. "Which obviously makes you Tsunade's grandchild, and the First Hokage's great-grandchild. That explains your regenerative capabilities."
"That...makes sense. Except for one detail, you fucking idiot." I explain, leaning back against the cushions with a lazy sigh. "My mother's maiden name was Makoto, Makoto Uzumaki."
"Uzumaki? As in the extinct bloodline?" Neji inquires with cocked eyebrows.
"Indeed." Or so had the Game recently confirmed. Not like I didn't have my suspicions before, but her data had been mostly classified- as she had been a Jonin before her death. "Not like it was any mystery. Tomato hair, huge stamina, impulsiveness..."
Runs in the fucking blood, it seems.
"Remarkable..." Neji seems thoughtful, for some reason. "I remember reading about them once, something about their skills in Fuinjutsu."
"Fuinjutsu huh? Now that's an interesting field to study..."
"Provided you have a proper teacher." he states plainly, taking a sip off his drink. "Knowing you, you'd end up blowing yourself up trying to make more explosive tags. As if you ever use them..."
"Hey! It's always good to be prepared for anything." Any self-respecting shinobi always carries at least a few flashbangs and explosive tags on their person- those were one of the most basic and versatile ninja tools, after all. Myself, I used them on my travels, when I needed to scare off pack animals, or scatter any pursuers.
Then again, just thinking about explosives reminded me of the Mad Bomber. Man, I swear to Kami- when I find Deidara I'm going to shove his art right up his ass, before taking his kinjutsu for myself.
"Promise me to at least find a teacher before trying anything. Please." the younger Hyūga states, shaking his head in resignation. "I have no wish to wake up to the clan compound up in flames."
I don't say anything, I just look at him. The gears in my head already working at full speed. The mischief must have shown in my face, for his next words were.
"Don't you dare..."
"What? I didn't even say anything..."
"I've seen that look before, when you placed flashbangs all over the compound." Heh. That had been one of my best pranks. I'd just turned seven at the time and had just started at the Academy, when Iruka-sensei started teaching us about basic ninja tools- such as smoke and paper bombs, and of course, flashbang tags. Queue to me, using most of my savings to buy a load of these, before booby trapping the entirety of the clan compound during the night.
Needless to say, most of the Hyūga clansmen suffered intense headaches for the rest of the week.
Of course, lord Hiashi found a way to punish me without angering the Hokage- as the old man had a soft spot for orphans, such as myself. So, for the rest of the month- I was to be paired with the older boys during the clan's training sessions. Basically, I got my ass kicked every day for a whole month, before he figured I learned my lesson and let me go.
Still worth it, though.
[Uzumaki Heritage]- Kekkei Genkai
You are a descendant from the famed Uzumaki clan, possessing their powerful life-force and chakra. While this heritage mostly manifests in the form of a resilient body and larger Chakra reserves, the limits of your newly awakened bloodline have yet to be explored.
A comfortable silence falls between us as we drink our tea. Neji focuses his attention on his reading, while my eyes wander absently over the surroundings- closing the popup screen I'd been reading with a mental command.
An incense stick burns in an ashtray at the head of the bed, filling the room's air with a fresh scent of pine. The white blankets had been changed earlier in the morning by the nurses, and they smelled like soap. The bed itself was quite comfortable - and as there were few patients, the room was all mine - but I still felt quite uncomfortable moving around, and my vision blurred from time to time.
Although my body wasn't the only thing that felt weird.
[MENU]
Name: Hayato Hyūga (Kanji: 日向 勇人- Hyūga Hayato)
Age: 14/ Rank: Genin/ Sex: Male/ Blood Type: O+/ Ninja ID: KH-038173
Clan: Hyūga.
Chakra: 674/1800.
[ATRIBUTES]
-Strength: 6 → 10
-Vitality: 10 → 20
-Dexterity: 10 → 15
-Agility: 9 → 14
-Perception: 8 → 13
-Intelligence: 6 → 10
-Spirit: 10 → 20
[Chakra Affinity]: Unknown.
[Nature Transformations]: None.
[Kekkei- Genkai]
- {Byakugan}- Kekkei-Genkai- Stage II.
- {Uzumaki Heritage}- Kekkei-Genkai
[Shinobi Skills]:
-Taijutsu- Major Skill- Lvl: 25 (Practiced).
-Genjutsu - Major Skill- Lvl: 5 (Novice).
-Ninjutsu - Major Skill- Lvl: 5 (Novice).
[Talents]
- Alertness: 10- Talent (Minor Skill)- Lvl: 10 (Novice).
- Awareness: 8- Talent (Minor Skill)- Lvl: 8 (Novice).
- Athletics: 10- Talent (Minor Skill)- Lvl: 10 (Novice).
- Deception: 2- Talent (Minor Skill)- Lvl: 2 (Novice).
- Expression: 1- Talent (Minor Skill)- Lvl: 1 (Novice).
- Legerdemain: 3- Talent (Minor Skill)- Lvl: 3 (Novice).
- Persuasion: 5- Talent (Minor Skill)- Lvl: 5 (Novice).
[Skills]
- Animal Ken: 1- Talent (Minor Skill)- Lvl: 1 (Novice).
- Crafts: 1- Talent (Minor Skill)- Lvl: 1 (Novice).
- Stealth: 5- Talent (Minor Skill)- Lvl: 5 (Novice).
- Survival: 3- Talent (Minor Skill)- Lvl: 3 (Novice).
- Tracking: 10- Talent (Minor Skill)- Lvl: 10 (Novice).
[Knowledges]
- Academics: 2- Talent (Minor Skill)- Lvl: 2 (Novice).
- Finance: 1- Talent (Minor Skill)- Lvl: 1 (Novice).
- Investigation: 8- Talent (Minor Skill)- Lvl: 8 (Novice).
- Medicine: 5- Talent (Minor Skill)- Lvl: 5 (Novice).
- Science: 3- Talent (Minor Skill)- Lvl: 3 (Novice).
Money: 30000 Ryō
Opinion of you: -
Your opinion of him: -
To paraphrase Billy Butcher, "fucking diabolical!"
For lack of better words, I felt like Iudex Gundyr after the Coiled Sword is removed- well, without the tumors and all that. My body feels stronger and faster, and my tenketsu are bloated, overflowing with chakra; a chakra that feels so full of life and energy, but still very familiar. Just like my mother's used to be.
And like many things in my life, it all leads back to the Nine-Tailed Fox, Kurama. My hypothesis is that the Tailed Beast's chakra resonated with my own, fully unleashing the latent potential of my heritage- either that, or I really became a Shonen protagonist.
In that case, I might as well be half-Senju and half-Uchiha too- you know, Ichigo style. Hmmm...maybe I should try and seal a Tailed Beast inside me as well? Kukuku. I must have been cackling manically too, because next thing I know Neji's flicking me in the forehead.
"Hey, what's that for?"
"You were staring into the void while mumbling utter nonsense." he responds with a deadpan stare, taking a sip of his tea. "Did Mizuki hit your head? Or is the other deadbeat's idiocy contagious?"
"You know, I'm starting to regret telling you about last night..." He'd been the first person to come and see me after the whole mess. Even with my freakish stamina, I was out cold for an entire night- just shows that even my mother's gifts have their limits.
"You say that as if you had a choice."
"I could have lied." That was a bold-faced lie, ironically enough. Ever since we were little children, Neji always seemed to know whenever I was lying to him.
"I can always tell when you're lying. Your left index starts twitching, that's a sign of nervousness." he rebukes, matter-of-factly.
"Oh, fuck you."
"You wish."
Who would have thought Neji Hyuga can act cheeky. Must me my bad influence.
This back-and-forth banter goes on for a little while. Training aside, I think my company does Neji some good, he's been acting a lot friendlier than he used to - and not once did he babble about his fate crap, and to be honest, it makes him seem a lot more mature. Heck, after my little outburst the other day, he's probably more of an adult than I am- and he's frickin' thirteen, I'm a year older for Kami's sake.
Then again, it makes sense that we get along- we're both birds trapped in the same cage. Loathe as I am to admit it, though, there's a point to his ramblings about fate- as long as we have the Caged Bird Seal placed upon us, none of us are completely free from the whims of the clan. Course', our reactions to the situation are quite different: I just try not to give a fuck and focus instead on affairs outside of the clan, like the practice for the exams at the year's end; Neji, on the other hand...it's complicated.
Maybe I'm just overthinking stuff- again, that's a really bad habit of mine. All in all, though, it's a sweet moment- seeing my friend so relaxed for a change, at least until the pair of Green Monsters storm into the room.
"Hayato-kun, my youthful pupil!" Gai-sensei cheerfully greets, appearing before us in a tiny hurricane of leaves, making a pose atop a pink tortoise. "I've heard about your predicament but, worry not! Your sensei is here to help!"
"And I, Rock Lee, have come too." Lee says, also materializing in a hurricane of leaves. Oh Kami, I really pity the janitors who'll have to clean up this mess later. "To help fan the flames of youth within you, so your recovery may be quick!"
"There's a door, you know?" I comment with a deadpan, while an exasperated Neji seems to be doing his best to bury his face in his hands. "Good to see you two are as crazy as ever. Though it's been only a day..."
"So hip and cool, as expected of my newest rival." Lee says, clenching his bandaged fist with a somber expression. He then looks up, pointing at me with his index finger before proclaiming loudly. "That's it! I challenge you to a contest! Whoever does the most pushups, wins!"
As a very mature person, my answer should obviously be no - my body was still experiencing the aftereffects of chakra exhaustion, and I had to stay in bed and rest to speed up my recovery. So of course, my response to Lee's challenge was.
"Hell yeah! Bring it on!"
Come on, it's Lee and Gai we're talking about. There's no way in Hell I'd say no.
Aside from the eccentric visits from the members of Team Gai, nothing interesting happened during the two days I was in the hospital. The only event even worth remembering was when I woke up to find Mizuki's favorite weapon, a brand-new, foldable Fūma Shuriken, placed right upon the nightstand by my bedside. Almost as if someone had left me a gift - the question is, who?
"Who gives a fuck, I mean! Look at this baby!" Suspicions aside, I've always wanted to have one of these beauties. Those giant, four-bladed shuriken are the signature weapon of Konoha's Fūma Clan- each handcrafted by the clan's skilled blacksmiths. Needless to say, such a weapon is rather difficult to find- and costs a fair bit of money too. "Can't wait to test this one out."
Exiting the hospital's front door, I walk through the village streets at a relaxed pace. Wearing my usual white kimono, munching on sweet dango, and with my brand-new weapon strapped to my back- I attract a lot of stares, especially from the ladies. Passing by a few stores on the way back home, including a quick stop at Ichiraku's for a bite- I check my wallet, only to find a meager five-thousand Ryo, barely enough to last the week.
"Well, time to work, I guess." With a sigh, I change my destination to the Hokage Tower. It's late in the afternoon, and the bright red walls of the Hokage's home reflect the reddish hues of the sunset.
Now, usually- in order to receive their missions, most shinobi head to the Mission Assignment Office located within the Ninja Academy. As per tradition, Jōnin and Chūnin must fulfill a certain quota of missions for the village- while the Genin Corps is mostly composed of freelancers who do a D-Rank here and there. I- however- am a courier, and due to the traveling nature of my job, most of my missions are handed down from the Hokage himself.
Which leads me here, to the Hokage's Office- standing before the man himself, Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Professor and God of Shinobi. Of course, I treat him with the honor and formality his position demands- as the next words to leave my mouth are:
"Sup', grandpa. Been a while." I greet with a casual nod. "Keeping that chair warm for the boss lady, I see."
If I had my Byakugan active, I could have seen the amused snickers from the Anbu hiding in the room.
"It certainly has been, Hayato-kun. I'm glad to see you've recovered." the elderly man replies with a light chuckle, taking a drag from his pipe. At almost seventy years of age, the old fossil is still as lively as ever. "By 'boss lady', I assume you are referring to Naruko-chan, yes?"
"That's right. Apparently, I'm her subordinate now- so whatever I do, it's on her." the little pest had told Ayame- the pretty waitress I'd had a crush on for a while- I was now her underling. Needless to say, I was all in for some payback.
"I see...it has also come to my attention you have learned about her little secret..."
This time, it's like the temperature in the room suddenly drops below zero. I can feel the Hokage's eyes upon me, studying my reactions- it's intimidating, to say the least. "Well, yeah...kind of."
From what the Game had shown me, Naruto being the Nine-Tails' jinchuuriki was supposed to be some sort of open secret in the village- most of the adult shinobi knew, but the children were unanimously ignorant off it. Then again, she was also a guy in that timeline- which makes things quite awkward in my head. Whatever.
"I mean, it wasn't even a secret, really, old man." I start, shrugging all the nervousness off as I meet the old man's stern gaze. I had to get my emotions under control, not break down at the slightest difficulty. "Everyone and their mother knew it already, though I guess I've been the first one to actually see it firsthand. Fucking chakra, almost melted my hands off..."
Thought it had also unlocked the full potential of my second bloodline. As a crossbreed from two lineages, there's no predicting where that might lead.
"And yet you don't seem all that fazed about it, when most people would have reacted badly to the truth. Tell me, Hayato-kun..." Hiruzen starts, leaning on his elbows over the table- while puffing out smoke from his pipe. "...why is that the case?"
"Who says I didn't? I used to hate the little pest, just like everyone else. Then I got my ass beaten by the traitor Mizuki, and needed her help fighting him off. That's when I realized I was being a whiny little bitch." I snort at that. I had been quite childish back then, I'm better than that. "Enough of this, though, grandpa. I've got ten months until the Chūnin Exams, I've been training for eight weeks in a row and now I'm completely broke. Gimme a mission."
Some might have called such casual treatment of the Hokage disrespectful- but I've been working for old man Hiruzen for the better part of two years now, traveling all around delivering his mail. Besides, he used to visit me every now and then when I was little- so we're more than familiar with one another.
"You have been training very hard recently, indeed." the old man replies with a chuckle, all the tension now gone from the room. From his drawer, he pulls out some papers, placing them on the table in front of me. "These are some delivery orders for this month. All within the borders of the Land of Fire, of course. After the incident at Iwagakure, I am wary of sending you abroad, Hayato-kun."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a fucking minute, no more missions out of country? What the hell old man?" Those were the best deliveries, the ones that made me the most money- due to distance, and international travel hazards. The whole reason I even mastered the Shunshin no Jutsu (Body Flicker Technique) in the first place was so I could travel at breakneck speed. "Come on, I really need the money. Please..."
"No. My decision on this is final, Hayato-kun." the Hokage states firmly. "I'd already made an exception, allowing you to take those C-Ranks by yourself in the first place."
"Come on, Genin used to be sent to the field of battle little more than a decade ago. Fucking Kakashi was just five, and he had a higher kill count than most ninja!"
"Those were different times, Hayato-kun, when the very existence of Konoha was put at risk. Those were necessary sacrifices, in order to preserve our village." Hiruzen explains with a sigh, his eyes showing how tired he was. "I hope you understand, it is all for your own good. Once you make it to Chūnin, I will allow you to take solo missions once more."
"If I make it to Chūnin, that is. How am I supposed to have time to train, when I have to take stupid D-Ranks to put food on the table?" Some would say I was being too dramatic, that I must obey the will of the Hokage without question. Pfft- screw them, no out-of-country deliveries meant I had to spend significantly more time working, which meant less time training, and I had a lot of wasted time to make up for. "Come on, old guy. Give me a break."
"I said no!" Hiruzen's fist slams on the table, as the old monkey glares at me. "I will not have you risking an early death like that, not after your mother sacrificed herself for this village."
Again with the talking about mother...
"Alright then..." I snicker, before taking the stacked sheets of paper from the table. Only, instead of picking one mission or two, I started signing my name on all of them. Every single mission. "...it's on, grandpa."
"What are you talking about, my boy?" the Hokage inquires, not making a move to stop me as I proceed to pick every single delivery mission on the list.
"I challenge you to a wager, old guy." I state resolutely. "And don't you dare refuse it."
If anything, the Hokage seemed rather amused by my little act- his expression almost unreadable, while his eyes glinted with fresh curiosity. "Very well. What are the terms?"
"48 hours. Give me 48 hours, and I will complete all of these deliveries. If I'm not back at this office by midnight the day after tomorrow, I'll give up and never pester you about missions again. I'll even work for free, for the rest of the month that is."
"And if you win?" the elder inquires with cocked eyebrows, clearly interested in this little game of mine. He was probably thinking I was bluffing, that this was just me venting out my frustration at his new rules.
"Pfft, easy." I snort, pushing back the stack of signed papers with a cocky grin. "For each mission I complete, you will teach me a jutsu- till the day the Chūnin Exams start." I state casually. "And before you say anything, I know you spend your days doing nothing but painting, smoking and reading that porn book Jiraya-sama wrote, grandpa. So, you might as well do something useful for a change."
"And what if I refuse?" the Hokage rebukes, leaning back on his chair.
"Then I'll tell everyone that you use that crystal ball of yours to peep on bathing women, and also tell Konohamaru about your Icha-Icha collection. I'll even tell where to find it."
"You wouldn't dare..."
"Yes, I fucking would." Most people would call me insane for blackmailing the Hokage about his perversions. Then again, I am not most people.
"Fine..." the old Hokage states with a huff, almost like a kid being forced to take a bet by his friends. "You have your wager, my boy. Don't blame me, when you end up losing."
"Enjoy your rest old man, 'cause soon, you'll have a new student."
And with that, I body flicker out of the office- but not before hearing the Hokage's last words.
"I'll be waiting for it, Hayato-kun".
Sasuke POV- Midnight.
Sasuke Uchiha jolts awake from his nightmare-ridden sleep, his Sharingan flaring to life in the darkness of his room as loud knocking is heard from the front door. Rubbing his eyes to drive away the drowsiness, he reaches out for a Kunai before getting off bed, putting on his slippers while making his way through the living room as silently as he could.
'It's past midnight, who could possibly be crazy enough to be knocking on my door at this hour?' the young Uchiha ponders silently, tightening his grip on the blade. Not like he expected any visitors during daytime either; after the downfall of his clan, Sasuke had been living in solitude.
The knocking continues, and outside he hears a voice calling. "Anybody home? I have a delivery for Sasuke Uchiha."
What the heck?! Slamming his door open, Sasuke is all but ready to run his mouth at whatever idiot came to his home this late at night- when his eyes meet what possibly is the weirdest thing he had seen since the dobe's "Sexy Jutsu".
Right there, standing by his door, is a Hyūga- just a year or two older tham himself- wearing a postman uniform consisting of blue pants and a blue long-sleeved jacket worn over a button up white and blue striped shirt with a black tie. It also included black boots, and a massive Storage Seal Scroll hanging over his shoulder with the Konoha symbol printed on its back. The boy's wild, bright red hair was kept under a dark blue cap with a bright red 火 (Fire) kanji badge adorning the front above the bill.
"Sasuke Uchiha?" the boy asks, and at his confirmation nod, takes the scroll off his back before unfolding it and making the handseals. Boar → Tiger. "Kaifū no Jutsu (Unsealing Technique)!"
As a box of ninja weapons appears upon the scroll, the older boy grabs what seems to be a signing form and a pen from one of his pockets. "Here, sign this."
Still dumbfounded at the absurdity of all this, Sasuke does.
"Thank you for your support! Have a nice day!" And with that, the Hyūga then makes a salute, and leaves with a Body Flicker.
"What in the actual fuck..."
Princess Koyuki
She had been drinking again, drinking to forget, to bury away all those terrible memories from the past.
Yukie Fujikaze had become a famous actress at the Land of Fire, one known for her cold and melancholic persona, whose emotions expressed on the big screen were all an act and nothing more. Wherever she went, all eyes would fall upon her- drawn by her near ethereal, icy beauty. Men from all over would fall on their knees and beg, if only for a scrap of her attention and the slightest chance at courting her.
'Pfft, as if I care about that.' But then again, there weren't many things she cared about- not after her uncle took everything away from her, in his lust for power. Feeling her anger coming to surface once more, she drunkenly slurs. "Bartender! Another one!"
That's when a finger taps her on the shoulder, and she turns her head to see one of the most bizarre things in her life. A red-haired teenager, dressed in a mailman uniform with the Konoha symbol etched on his cap- like a character straight out of a movie.
"Miss Yukie Fujikaze?" the kid asks with a grin.
"Yes. What do you want?" Normally, she would be less rude, but she was all but sober right now- and this boy was interrupting her good time.
"I have a delivery for you." he says, pulling out a package from that gigantic scroll attatched to his back. "Here. Now please, sign this."
She does so, and he makes a fist pump. "Alright, alright! Fifty-five done, three-hundred to go!"
And with that, he disappears in a puff of smoke.
"What in the world..."
Hiruzen
"Unbelievable...simply unbeliavable..."
Hiruzen Sarutobi- the Third Hokage of the Village Hidden in the Leaves- stared back in shock at the grinning red-haired teenager standing before him, his lit pipe almost falling out of his mouth as he processed the absurdity of the situation. Even Iruka, who was sitting by his side, helping him on the job- seemed to be shocked by the teen's work. Standing behind him in the line at the Mission Assignment Office, elite Jōnin Kakashi Hatake let out an amused snicker as his newly formed Genin Team watched the scene with curiosity.
Hayato Hyūga, a boy he'd known since he was in diapers, had just completed three-hundred-fifty-five D-Ranked delivery missions all across the Land of Fire in the span of 48 hours- a feat he deemed impossible for a Genin.
"What did I say, old man? 48 hours..." the boy stated with a cocky grin, his postman outfit ran ragged with dirt and leaves, the dark-blue cap with the 火 (Fire) kanji badge keeping his wild, bright red hair at bay. "Now, that's three-hundred-fifty-five jutsu you owe me, grandpa. We'd better get started, 'cause I want to demolish those Chūnin Exams."
As a tense silence falls upon the room, he then turns to look at Kakashi, a challenging glare in his Byakugan eyes. Then, to everyone's surprise, it is Naruko Uzumaki that walks up to the Hyūga, clapping him on the shoulder before proudly saying.
"Nicely done, underling! Finally, I'll have some decent competition!"
Chapter End
A/N: Surprise, surprise- I figured Hiruzen might make a damn good teacher, especially for a character with a skill such as the Gamer, which allows him to track his progress perfectly, thus accelerating learning. Add to that the Byakugan, and the Hyūga's near perfect chakra control, and the MC might have an easier time learning Ninjutsu than he expected.
Remember, I'm also accepting ideas regarding missions for the MC. Combat or otherwise, so he could do something else besides training under the Hokage.
Also, do you think it's a good idea to have Hiruzen teach him how to summon the Monkey King? Enma is a damn cool summon in Part I, pity he vanished after that.
Anyway, that's it for this chapter, I hope you've enjoyed it thus far.