"Hi." = thoughts
"Hi." = talking
"Greetings." = Biju speaking
"Lightning Style: Lightning Bullet." = Jutsu
(-) = finishing to a new situation.
[Warning: Some cussing.]
Bye
The sapphire and lazy irises of Naruto Uzumaki perused his reflection inside the mirror. He tipped his body forward, brushing his calloused hand across his head's golden-bedecked hair.
Naruto yawned to himself in a languid soprano, swiping all five of his fingers through his obscured gaze. He stepped out of the purlieu of his bath-room, sauntering into the vicinage of his living-room.
"4 months ago, huh…" He acerbically grouched to himself, settling into the crimson-decorated fabric of his sofa. Naruto slouched into its silky material, inspecting his multifarious book-shelves. "Damn."
The Uzumaki stretched his unutilized arms and shoulders, standing up from the couch of his domicile. Naruto slipped his hands into his sapphire-slacks' pockets, humming. "I'm gonna be late for school."
Naruto ambled through the carpet of his apartment-complex, bounding onto his window-sill. He straightened his body itself up, peering into the aerosphere of Konoha – his home, his nation.
"School still sucks..." He sardonically murmured, blurring into the azure-bedizened empyrean of the village. Naruto flickered onto a roof-top, sighing. "I can't be bothered to hear another lecture."
The Uzumaki whizzed onto one of Konoha's innumerable paths, sprinting into the precinct of the Shinobi-Academy. He careened over to the institution of the killer's crafts, relieved. "And I'm on time."
Naruto descried an inundation of children and adults in the academy's sector, all strolling into the front-doors of the school. He meandered into the flood of students, blending himself into their little cliques and squads.
He ignored the cacophony of their childish and raucous voices, stepping towards the entrance of his class-room. Naruto slipped into the environs of education, suspiring. "Time for some learning…"
"Hm…"
(-)
Iruka Umino strode into the din-engulfed district of his class-room, listening to the enthused and lazy noises of his students. He clasped his hands, channelling a throb of chakra into his voice-box.
"Morning, class!" He genially vociferated, splintering the ear-drums of the children. Iruka perambulated over to his chair, propping himself up onto its wooden-pad. "I trust all of you are okay?"
The instructor of the academy chuckled to himself in a gentle baritone, glimpsing the disgruntled visages of the children. Iruka clutched onto a deluge of papers, rifling his fingers through them.
"This lesson shall be established by a little examination." Iruka ruefully elucidated, flickering into the middle of his class-room. He flicked the test-papers onto the tables, humoured. "No complaining."
He ascertained most of his students weren't absent, excluding Kiba Inuzuka, Sasuke Uchiha, and Shikamaru Nara. Iruka huffed outwards, scattering another number of tests atop a desk.
Iruka slithered towards Naruto Uzumaki, ensconcing the quiz's paper onto the mahogany-painted table. He blurred back into the centre of the class-room, gandering at the ticking clock. "Okay, class!"
"You got 40 minutes for this exam!" Iruka authoritatively boomed, stepping out of the class-room; into the school's corridor. He scanned the narrow-sector, sighing. "They aren't coming."
He meandered over to his beige-decorated chair, seizing up one of his uncountable pens. Iruka brushed his docile and passive gaze across the spillikins of home-work, groaning. "Hm…"
"I'm going to be busy marking."
(-)
Naruto slouched onto the mahogany-platform of his chair, tapping his pen onto the wooden-surface of his desk. He canted his head, brushing his coarse hand across the flesh of his neck.
"A test about Konoha's history." The Uzumaki lazily cerebrated to himself, glancing at the opened-up window. He identified a Kitten: who was festooned by the Uchiha-Clan's collar. "Hm?"
He immediately peered over to Iruka's section of the class-room, identifying the instructor of the Shinobi-Academy: who was swiping his pen through an innumerable amount of tests.
Naruto stretched a solitary finger at the Kitten, watching the trained-creature stroll towards him. He unclipped the scroll strapped onto its fur-immersed back, stroking the cat's head.
The Kitten lounged on top of the terrain of the window-sill until being swallowed in a shroud of chakra, evaporating. Naruto laughed in a humoured falsetto, inspecting the message inside the scroll.
[Naruto.]
[Okay, Shikamaru, Kiba, and I were skipping class, but now…I kinda got them stuck into some sort of trap.]
[Help?]
[From your best buddy and pal – Sasuke Uchiha!]
Naruto flicked the Uchiha-Clan-designed scroll into the gulf of his pockets, raising up his unsmooth hand. He glanced towards the empyrean of the planet, humming. "Sensei, I need the bath-room."
Iruka's lackadaisical gaze planted itself onto Naruto – as the former lifted his finger at the door, brushing his pen across all of his multifarious quizzes and files. "Hurry up, okay?"
"Sure." Naruto languidly shrugged, sauntering from the class-room's vicinage. He snuck through the academy's corridor, descrying another opened-up window. "What are the chances…?"
The Uzumaki blurred out of the window of the educational-edifice, drifting into the training-sector of his school. Naruto rolled into the bushes, hearing the pandemonium of a battle.
He identified the form of both Neji Hyuga and Rock Lee. The latter was irrevocably a timid child: who was belittled in the academy for his lack of prowess in the Shinobi arts.
Naruto stood up from the inundation of the bushes' leaves, perusing the purlieu for individuals who could be observing him. He sprinted towards a fence, flipping onto the branch of a tree.
He flickered into the empyrean of the gargantuan and surreptitious village, reposing himself onto the Uchiha-District's furtive-path. Naruto slithered his hands into his pockets, strolling across the lane.
Naruto identified both Shisui and Itachi Uchiha, the two of them sporting natural-types of outfits. The Uzumaki stepped towards the indomitable duo, yawning. "Mr. Itachi, Mr. Shisui. What's up?"
Itachi inclined his skull itself forward, glancing over to the end of a crimson-decorated scroll inside Naruto's pockets. He straightened his body up, settling his hands onto his lap. "Good morning, Naruto."
The Uzumaki lazily flittered the scroll at the brother of Sasuke: who clutched onto the message, pedalling his ebony-bedizened irises across the scripture of idioms. "Sasuke entered the second path."
"He was alone." Itachi mellifluously serenaded in a cladestine and grandiloquent baritone. He snapped his fingers, stretching them over into the entrance for the Uchiha-Clan's woods. "Bemusing. No?"
"Yep." Naruto languidly smirked, flickering into the intersection of Itachi's ancestor's forest. The Uzumaki stepped onto a tree-branch, blurring forward into the immutable path. "Thanks!"
"Is that the new Yellow-Flash?" Shisui cheekily murmured to himself, peering towards the frolicking clouds of the welkin. He slouched into the mahogany-bench, sighing. "Itachi, I guess it's time…"
Itachi's ebony and gentle gaze gyrated itself into the sanguine crimson of the Mangekyo-Sharingan. He inspected the empyrean, remembering all of its little or gigantic details. "Indeed."
"It's time we discuss about the death of the harvester..."
(-)
Naruto flipped through the branches of the Uchiha-Clan's personal-forest, planting himself onto the capacious terrain of the woods. He glanced over to Sasuke: who rolled across the grass, stultified.
The Uchiha climbed back up to his feet, seizing up the storage-scroll from the surface of the grass. Sasuke brushed the back of his head, flailing up the scroll of sealing. "Heh, I kinda got them trapped…"
The Uzumaki nodded to himself, reclining his back onto the bark of one of the forest's infinite-numbered trees. Naruto tipped his skull forward, studying the colour of the grass. "And you called me-…"
"You're in the Uzumaki clan." Sasuke casually shrugged, rippling his childish and immature soprano into another language. He strapped on his bag of supplies, chuckling. "Are they stuck in the scroll?"
"Nah, I'm pretty sure if you channell chakra into the scroll they can be unsealed."
"You sure?" Sasuke sceptically murmured, balancing the end of the storage-stroll on the top of his shoulder. He lifted up the scripture, flailing it up another time. "Are they affected by this?"
"Yep."
"Sick!"
The Uchiha hurtled the scroll into the empyrean of the planet, modulating a strum of chakra over to the pattern of the seal. Kiba and Shikamaru were smacked into a tree, groaning.
"What the fuck, Sasuke!" Kiba aggressively growled, glaring towards the childish visage of the Uchiha: who shrugged. The Inuzuka brushed his skull, huffing. "My head hurts!"
Shikamaru yawned lazily to himself, slumping into the inundation of soil in the vicinage. He stretched his body, rolling his back onto the bark of a different type of tree. "Good-night to all of you bothers…"
"Heh, I'm going." Naruto lackadaisically groused, standing up from the surface of the grass. He slipped his hands into his azure-slacks' pockets, gandering at the path. "See ya three later."
"Wait a millennia!" Sasuke cheekily vociferated, flickering onto another of his clan's wood's multifarious branches. He canted his skull, channelling chakra into his feet and toes. "I'm coming!"
"You wanna race?" The Uchiha immaturely suggested in an enthused and elated baritone. Sasuke brushed his ebony gaze over the lane of the forest, feeling his inner-energy frolic. "I'm gonna win!"
Naruto's nose itself echoed a noise of sardonic humour. He crouched onto his branch, altering his own tongue into a language exclusive for the two of them – their old language. "We died in a race last time."
Why the hell was his troll of a buddy transmigrated into Sasuke of all individuals?
Sasuke and Naruto both flickered forward, the former sprinting across the branches in an obsidian-shroud of chakra. The Uzumaki blurred into the firmament of the universe. This was his life.
"I'm gonna live by my own rules…"
"I shall be unshackled…"
(-)
Shikamaru Nara lounged onto the bark of the beige-decorated tree. He flicked his hand at the deluge of leaves flittering onto his lap, gazing up at the innumerable number of clouds.
"Shikamaru!"
"Huh?" The seven-year-old Nara languidly echoed, glancing towards the form of Kiba; who crossed his veined arms. Shikamaru slumped his body itself, yawning. "What's wrong, now?"
"The heck's Sasuke's deal?!" Kiba grouchily boomed, ambling in a multitude of circles. He unfolded his two arms, hefting a childish kick at the soil and grass of the Uchiha-clan's woods. "He's fucking crazy!"
"He is a psycho." Shikamaru listlessly concurred, slouching back into the bark of the tree. He opened up one of his otiose irises, inspecting all of the outlines of nature. "And that's a bad word."
"Sasuke cusses all the time!" The Inuzuka haughtily chortled in a squeaky and shrill falsetto. Kiba aimed his finger into the gulf of the forest, huffing. "Oh, and I heard about politics from him!"
"That's Sasuke for ya." The Nara idly dismissed, shrugging. He brushed the skin of his back, flicking his fingers at the leaves flooding his two shoulders. "He loves trouble."
"Still…" Shikamaru shrewdly cerebrated, flinching from the thorns stabbing into his skin. He scattered the leaves into the surface, watching them drift onto the soil. "He's kind of a prodigy."
"And dumb at the same time."
"Naruto's fine." Kiba trebly grouched, hauling another foot at the over-spilling and thriving grass. He crouched, seizing up a deluge of grass from the terrain. "Sasuke's a maniac, I swear…"
Shikamaru disregarded the booming rants of his Inuzuka class-mate. Naruto Uzumaki was an anti-social type of individual: who possessed an anomalous and high amount of stamina.
"Yep, Naruto's fine. Sasuke's definitely not fine in the head."
(-)
Naruto bounded out of the gulf of the woods, settling onto the second-path of the Uchiha-Clan's district. The Uzumaki stepped forwards, descrying the blurred-form of his buddy.
Sasuke blurred across the gargantuan path of his family's personal-vicinage, raising up a hand over to Itachi and Shisui. Naruto sprinted forward, whizzing onto an edifice's roof-top.
"Naruto's gonna be faster than me." Shisui insouciantly chuckled, stretching his arms onto the top of the bench. He watched Naruto flip over a Shinobi, humoured. "They're both trouble-makers."
Itachi glanced towards the dashing-form of Sasuke, his ebony and surreptitious irises studying the latter's blurred-body. He nodded, hearing Sasuke's soprano itself laughing.
"Indeed, they are…"
(-)
The Uzumaki and Uchiha duo blurred onto the roof-top of Konoha's Shinobi-Academy. The latter suspired outwards, dissolving the echo of chakra throbbing inside his feet and toes.
Sasuke tipped himself forward, lounging on his abdomen at the top of the institution. He rolled onto his back, hoisting his hand over his pale and aristocratic mien. "I used up most of my chakra."
Naruto swiped his fingers across the sweat decorating his own visage. He slithered his own hands into his pockets, settling onto the platform of the academy's roof-top. "You win."
"Yep!" Sasuke cheekily grinned, climbing back up onto both of his feet. The Uchiha strolled through the school's roof-top, descrying the training-environs of his phrontistery. "You're a good loser, pal!"
"Oh, shut up."
The Uzumaki pedalled his hand across his head, identifying both Shino and Hinata – the two of them sparring one another in their little mock-battle. "Hm…"
Sasuke patted Naruto's shoulder-blade, gandering towards Iruka. Their academy-instructor detected their presences, glaring up at the roof-top of the edifice. "We're gonna be detained!"
"Oh, no. It's the police." Naruto sardonically retorted, flicking his thumb towards Iruka: who flickered in front of the duo. The Uzumaki slumped, disregarding his disappointed features. "Morning."
"It's after-noon." Iruka sternly retaliated, gripping onto the collar of both Naruto's and Sasuke's outfits. He blurred into his flood of students, hurtling them into the crowd. "You're next up."
Naruto ignored the battle between Shino and Hinata, tuning out all of the cacophonous baritones of his class-mates. Sasuke, himself, entered a discussion regarding the beauty of politics and cussing.
"Now…" Iruka throatily coughed to himself, illustrating a tick onto both Hinata's and Shino's names inside the box. He glanced towards his trouble-makers: who either suspired or laughed. "You two."
"Naruto Uzumaki and Sasuke Uchiha!"
The infamous duo stepped into the middle of the training-sector. Sasuke and Naruto writhed their fingers into the seal of reconciliation – as Iruka lifted up his clip-board.
"Battle!"
Sasuke instantly parried one of Naruto's pitiless punches, axe-kicking the Uzumaki at the rim of his head. The latter flipped over Sasuke's sizzling kick of chakra, settling back onto the surface.
The Uchiha conducted another ripple of his inner-energy into his fingers, bounding towards Naruto: who backpedalled from Sasuke's boiling-hand, gripping onto his adversary's shoulders.
Naruto hurtled Sasuke into the concrete itself, hauling his foot onto the Uchiha's skull. The Uzumaki watched as the former rolled backwards, planting a chakra-augmented punch onto his stomach.
He stumbled in his glacial and smooth gait, brushing his fingers across the section of his visage where Sasuke punched. Naruto spat a puddle of blood onto the soil, chuckling. "Nice one."
"Nice speed." Sasuke childishly complimented, channelling all of his chakra into his arms. He blurred forward, aiming for the solar-plexus of Naruto's wounded torso. "I'm physically slower, but by using chakra…"
"Okay, I'm gonna lose." Naruto sarcastically murmured to himself, being flung into the concrete by Sasuke's magnified fist of energy. He toppled onto the terrain, sighing. "Fuck your chakra control."
"Winner! Sasuke Uchiha!"
The Uchiha dissolved his gargantuan strum of chakra, stretching his hand over to Naruto: who accepted. Sasuke disconnected his hand from his pal, stepping into the flood of class-mates. "I'm a prodigy!"
"A prodigy of stupidity." The Uzumaki sardonically smirked. Naruto perused the wounds inundating his flesh and muscles themselves, swiping a finger over his abdomen. "Why is your control this good?"
"I mean…I was a blue belt at Karate." Sasuke unhelpfully shrugged, manipulating his language into one exclusive for him and Naruto. He flipped backwards, settling onto the top of a fence. "Sorry, no clue."
"I was your punching bag back then." Naruto monotonously groused back in an unimpressed and disgruntled voice. He flickered onto the green-painted fence, sighing. "Still…"
"I got to access this body's memories to stand a chance in a spar. If I couldn't use them…"
"You would be beaten to a pulp, then?" The Uchiha cheekily smirked, gandering at the mock-battle between Ino and Shino. Sasuke inspected Naruto's vexed and unbothered visage, chuckling. "Heh."
"Oh, shut up." Naruto lackadaisically laughed, disregarding the little spar of his fellow school-mates. He swiped his hand through his golden-bedecked hair, brushing the crown of his skull. "Damn."
"My punches still hurting you?!-…"
"Time for lunch!" Iruka vociferously dismissed, another echo of his chakra-engulfed voice-box fragmenting his protégés' ears. He scanned the ticks of his clip-board, nodding. "Be back in 1 hour!"
Sasuke, Naruto, and gargantuan droves of students perambulated out of the Shinobi-Academy's front-entrance. The Uzumaki stepped onto one of Konoha's multifarious paths, studying the stone-faces.
"Are going to Ichiraku Ramen?" Sasuke insouciantly interrogated, climbing up onto the top of the village's pole. He tipped himself backwards, flittering into the lane. "Naruto?"
"Huh?" He lazily riposted, slipping his hands into his sapphire-bedizened trousers' pockets. Naruto sauntered forward, glancing towards Sasuke: who chuckled. "You want something else?"
"Nah." The Uchiha casually dismissed, meandering across the path of his surreptitious nation. Sasuke strolled towards the door of the restaurant, humming. "Ichiraku's pretty good."
"Indeed." Naruto languidly concurred, opening up the flap for Ichiraku-Ramen. He seized up ten coins from his pouch, flicking them onto the counter of the food-stand. "Geezer! 2 Miso Ramen, please!"
"Sure!"
Sasuke and Naruto reposed themselves onto two of the restaurant's stools. The former felt the warm and throbbing fragrance in the aerosphere of the sector, enthused. "I wanna learn the 8-Inner-Gates!"
"Random." Naruto idly retorted, clutching onto an Ichiraku-Ramen marked napkin. He hefted it onto his lap, propping his hand onto the tragus of his head. "Who could teach you the 8-Inner-Gates?"
"The beast of Konoha!" Sasuke ardently boomed, folding up both of his arms. He reclined himself on the stool of the food-stand, smelling the Ramen-engulfed odour through his nose. "I'm gonna get strong!"
"You, Lee, and Gai. What a perfect trio." The Uzumaki acerbically grouched, lowering his hand onto the platform of the table. Naruto canted his skull, peering at the flap of the ramen-stand. "And terrifying."
"I'm planning on learning chakra-type techniques." Naruto lamely elucidated, descrying the two, fresh bowls of Miso-Ramen. He lifted up the chop-sticks, disconnecting them. "Hm…"
"Thanks for the meal."
"Wind style?" Sasuke cerebrated to himself, gripping onto his own pair of chop-sticks. He stirred them across his platter of Ramen, hoisting them onto his silky lips. "Nice. You are a chakra monster."
"Yep." Naruto nonchalantly echoed, gulping in an inundation of his incinerating noodles. He sipped in some of the broth from the cup, settling the bowl back atop the table. "This is good."
"Damn, you're right! This is delicious!"
(-)
Evening:
Sasuke sauntered through the gigantic and clandestine lane of the Uchiha-District, disregarding all of the citizens or Shinobi lurking inside his path. The environs itself was taciturn and voiceless.
He stepped over to the front of his and Itachi's accommodation, pausing at the gargantuan-doors of his massive-compound. Sasuke opened the doors, flicking his shoes onto the carpet of his domicile.
The Uchiha listened to the frolicking and over-spilling silence. In this reality of his favourite franchise, his mother and father were both deceased. One from child-birth, another from an S-Rank mission.
Sasuke laughed to himself in a furtive and immature falsetto, parrying the deluge of Kunai being hurtled towards his body. Itachi flickered over to his little brother: who pedalled back in alarm.
"Your reflexives are growing." Itachi impassively soughed to himself, summoning a chakra-clone of fire. His duplicate gathered the innumerable number of weapons, dissolving. "Good."
"Chakra-control is sick!" Sasuke care-freely grinned, flinging his shoes into the entrance's corridor's corner. He closed the opened door of his residence, glancing towards Itachi: who sighed. "Hah."
Itachi flickered forward, evaporating in a shroud of flames and boiling-particles of chakra. His monotonous voice echoed inside the younger Uchiha's ear-canal. "Dinner's in the dining-room."
"Thanks!" Sasuke raucously retaliated, meandering onto the steps of his gargantuan-compound. He sauntered into his bed-room, clutching onto another pair of clothes. "First, a shower."
"Can't wait for some of Itachi's cooking."
(-)
The sanguine and pitiless irises of Kurama peered at the lounging form of his vessel – Naruto Uzumaki. The Kyuubi stretched his tails across the chasm of his prison, rippling the ocean of the seal.
"Watching myself is bewildering." Kurama throatily rumbled in a booming and gravelly voice. He lowered his tails back onto his prison's platform, huffing. "You reincarnates are interesting."
Naruto shrugged to himself, materializing a crimson cushion of energy from the shackles of his head. He settled onto the sanguine-painted pad, dissolving the TV-Screen. "I was sure you'd hate me."
"Heh…" The Kitsune gruffly chuckled, the dimension of the seal itself convulsing from Kurama's splintering falsetto. He brushed his fire-brick gaze over Naruto, humoured. "I still despise you, Uzumaki."
"But, for now." Kurama sonorously echoed, another palpitation fragmenting itself across the 8-Trigram's platform. He sank into his crimson and silky fur, chortling. "I shall leave you unhindered."
"My vessel." The Kyuubi heartlessly grinned, his claws themselves clutching at the surface of his seal. Kurama gandered towards his prison, descrying a lack of iron-bars. "Entertain me more…"
"Sure." Naruto nonchalantly retorted, evaporating the crimson-cushion from his skull's inner-realm. His spectral-body crumbled into sapphire-molecules, convulsing the lake of the seal. "See ya later…"
"Heh…"
(-)
Morning:
Sasuke decorated himself in his signature outfit, one where the Uchiha-Clan mark was painted onto its back. He planted his night-wear atop his desk, stepping out of the bed-room.
The Uchiha bounded into the lowest-section of his compound, sprinting over to the window-sill of the edifice. Sasuke scanned the precincts of Konoha until hearing Itachi's bland alto.
"Sasuke." Itachi patiently interrupted, hauling a solitary plate onto the mahogany-wood of his table. He slipped on his ebony-gloves, strapping his Anbu-mask onto his aristocratic visage. "Breakfast time."
"Coming!" Sasuke vociferously boomed, whizzing into the sector of his domicile's gigantic dining-room. He lifted up his spoon, stirring the utensil through his miso-soup. "Thanks for the meal!"
"Itachi's food is good."
(-)
Sasuke strode out of the district of the Uchiha-Clan, descrying Naruto: who was perusing some type of informational-scroll. He flicked himself onto the fence, inspecting the scripture's idioms.
"Studying?" Sasuke childishly mocked, glancing at the blurs and distortion of Shinobi travelling across their gargantuan-village. He stuck his tongue out, chuckling. "I'm getting some weapons!"
"You wanna come?"
"Sorry, no." Naruto apologetically declined, swiping his fingers onto an over-complicated and complex pattern. He rolled up the scroll, gripping onto another one. "I'm learning something."
"Okay! See ya!" The Uchiha gleefully riposted, flickering onto an apartment-complex's roof-top. He channelled chakra into his legs, flickering through the empyrean of his village. "It's Kunai time!"
Naruto's nose boomed out a noise of entertainment. The Uzumaki inspected all of the information illustrated on his scroll, brushing his hands across the multitude of patterns. "Hm…"
"This is going to be helpful."
(-)
Sasuke whizzed across the multifarious roof-tops of Konoha, glancing at the occasional Shinobi blurring into their own paths. His speed was incomparable to a Genin's – he was still a seven-year-old.
"Man, no company." He immaturely whined to himself, stepping into the weapon-shop of the vicinage. Sasuke selected four Kunai and Shurikens, flicking them onto the counter. "Where to next, then?"
The owner of the weapons-store flung the compendium of weapons into a plastic, shopping-bag. Sasuke gave him the 50 – Ryo for his products, blurring out of the door of the shop.
Sasuke skimmed through his bag of countable weapons, slinging the plastic-bag over his skinny and pale shoulder. He flickered onto a local path, perusing the sector. "Where is Gai-Sensei?"
He wanted to learn the 8-Inner-Gates for the anomalous and unnatural augmentations they transferred to the user. Sasuke craved this type of strength for what was to come.
"I guess I'm visiting someone." He cheekily grinned, bounding towards the compound of the Nara-Clan. Sasuke descried Shikamaru: who was scanning the frolicking clouds. "Shikamaru!"
"Can you help me about something crucial!"
"Nah." Shikamaru lazily groused, rolling over to the grass of his compound's terrain. He gyrated his waist, perusing Sasuke for another sealing-scroll. "I ain't getting sealed."
"This is more of a hypothetical." Sasuke care-freely dismissed, settling onto the Nara-District's surface. He unhooked his bag from his shoulder, humming. "What's your strategy if you were going to fight two S-Rankers?"
"Hm…" The Nara listlessly groaned, gandering towards the dancing clouds of the sapphire-shrouded empyrean. Shikamaru stretched up his two arms, huffing. "I'd use the clone-technique."
"That'd get the S-Rankers to check out the commotion and I'd escape."
"Good strategy." Sasuke casually nodded, pulsating a strum of his inner-energy into his feet and legs. He exerted his chakra-system more, feeling the augmentations of his body. "I love chakra!"
"You're pretty creepy." Shikamaru grouchily confessed, lounging on top of his compound's over-spilling grass. He lifted his hand, brushing it through his languid features. "Who seals people into scrolls?"
"Me!" Sasuke superciliously chortled, pressing both of his hands onto his hips. He seized up his bag of Kunai and Shuriken, clipping it back over his shoulder. "I'm the one who seals people into scrolls!"
"Ain't that the truth?" The Nara indolently echoed, separating himself from Sasuke in concern of being sealed. Shikamaru flicked his hand forward, yawning. "I'm tryna sleep. Get outta the compound."
"Sure. Sure." The Uchiha cheekily riposted, blurring through the gates of the Nara-Clan's personal-purlieu. Sasuke flickered onto a roof-top, whizzing towards one of Konoha's paths. "See ya, pal!"
"What a loud person…"
(-)
Sasuke strolled through the lane of his gargantuan-village, meandering across an intersection in the sector. He stepped into another path, glancing at all of its individuals.
He woke up in the sleeping form of Sasuke Uchiha – inside a glacial and silent bed-room. He wasn't baffled by being transmigrated, nor frightened by his random reincarnation.
His old self was never a religious person, but understood the gimmicks of being reborn. It was the procedure of one's soul transferring itself into another vessel or body.
Sasuke's control over his chakra was something natural for him. The spiritual and physical energy wasn't troubling for him to utilize, manipulating his chakra was comparable to him breathing.
The Uchiha brushed his ebony and childish gaze across the civilians of Konoha: who gesticulated towards Sasuke. He raised his hand back up, giving them polite and casual nods.
His sire in this life was a popular individual in the civilian and Shinobi sections of Konoha's society. They all gave Fugaku's kin or progenitures similar treatments and reverence.
Sasuke paused in his valueless and laborious gait, descrying the form of Kakashi Hatake: who was inspecting the lecherous illustrations of Icha-Icha-Paradise, his solitary iris curved up.
The Uchiha slung himself onto one of the tree's branches – while Kakashi's languid gaze flittered over to Sasuke. The former closed his book, settling the novel into his pouch. "And-…"
"Kakashi Hatake." Sasuke casually grinned, crossing the two of his arms. He lowered himself onto the wooden-platform of the branch, reclining his back onto the tree's bark. "Or Kakashi of the Sharingan."
"Time for you to learn about the political status of Konoha, okay?"
"Huh?"
(-)
Naruto planted himself onto the carpet of his apartment-complex, clasping both of his calloused hands. He fossicked for his gargantuan-reserves of chakra, feeling the anomalous-energy lash in his body.
"Why is my chakra not controllable?" The Uzumaki disgruntledly grouched, hearing his sardonic voice inside his head. He separated his hands from one another, groaning. "Damn, this isn't working."
"I'm gonna work on something else…"
He stepped through one of his domicile's corridors, entering a room reserved for his physical-training. Naruto strapped on his finger-less gloves, gazing at the punching-bag he purchased.
Naruto immediately hefted both of his fists forward, smacking the two of them onto the crimson-material of his punching-bag. He cycled himself back, lifting up a pitiless leg.
The Uzumaki heaved his leg forward, shunting his sanguine-decorated punching-bag back. Naruto's punches and kicks were still at the level of an amateur's – he would grow his power.
"I shall surpass all of them…"
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Itachi - cladded in his obsidian-bedizened Anbu uniform and pale mask - flickered onto the tree-branch Kakashi frequented. The latter slumped onto the bark of the tree, clutching his head.
"Your brother spent two hours speaking about politics." Kakashi bewilderedly drawled, flicking open the perverted pages of his favourite novel. He inspected one of its images, humming. "Itachi."
"Hm?"
"Sasuke is going to be a political monster." The Hatake lazily chuckled, glancing towards the elder Uchiha: whose features were bemused and impassive. "What are you teaching him?"
"Reflexive training." Itachi monotonously answered, hooking his pale mask back over his silky and smooth mien. He clipped on his ebony-gloves, pulsing his chakra through his form. "You ignored him?"
"Kind of…?"
"You listened to a seven-year-old's rant about politics?"
"He was carrying a Kunai, Itachi. You never disobey someone carrying a Kunai."
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Sasuke strolled through the path of Konoha's gigantic-park. He rolled across the grass, flinging himself onto another section of the village's innumerable precincts.
He stepped into a surreptitious path inside the forest of the park, hearing some type of clanging sound. Sasuke sauntered over to the source of the thump, identifying Rock-Lee: who was kicking the tree.
Rock-Lee raised his skinny and muscled leg, flittering it onto the beige-decorated wood of the tree. He pedalled back, slamming both of his hands onto the tree's mahogany-material.
Sasuke instantly espied Might-Gai – the latter shrouding himself inside the leaves of a bush. The Uchiha's elation itself grew. He was going to be meeting his favourite duo of individuals.
This encounter was perfectly timed.
He tip-toed over to Gai, settling behind him in the cloud of viridescent-leaves. Sasuke observed as Lee splintered the tree's bark by slamming another - and staunch - kick onto its wood.
"I shall not stop, now!" Lee vociferously boomed to himself, smacking a fragmenting kick onto a new tree-bark. He lifted both of his hands, planting them on a rock. "I shall never give up!"
Gai chuckled to himself in a rumbling and elated baritone. Rock-Lee would be a worthy protégé. His resolve and desire to grow his martial-arts prowess was commendable. "Lee…"
"You truly are something else."
He gandered over to the sneaky child behind him, giving the Uchiha one of his scintillating and ecstatic grins. Gai raised both of his thumbs, blurring out of the bushes. "Another youthful watcher!"
This encounter was perfection itself.
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While Naruto hurried.
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Sadness.
A/N: Bye.