"Hi." = thoughts

"Hi." = talking

"Greetings." = Biju speaking

"Lightning Style: Lightning Bullet." = Jutsu

(-) = finishing to a new situation

[This story is going to get more grim later. Promise.]

Bye

The pulsing foot-steps of Suigetsu Hozuki reverberated inside the canal of both of his ears. His glacial lips huffed outwards, a perpetual amount of oxygen filtering out of his fatigued lungs.

Suigetsu's frail body sprinted across the splintered surface of the bridge as he espied two water-germinated dragons flittering in the ether. He collapsed onto the terrain, rolling forward and suspiring.

"Water-Style: Water-Bullets…"

He channelled a gargantuan throb of his chakra into his fingers, echoing a flood of serrated water shrouds at the legion of Shinobi blurring through the purlieu of Kirigakure's bridge.

Suigetsu glowered over to the inundation of his adversaries, climbing back up to his feet and descrying a flock of Shuriken and Kunai. His hand itself palpitated, reaching for the blade from his solitary sibling.

The deluge of weapons were immediately fragmented into spillikins of metal. Mangetsu ensconced himself on the wooden-platform of the sector, carrying the deceased corpses of two of his foes.

Mangetsu flicked the rotting bodies of death onto the beige-bedizened concrete of the bridge. He hooked up his fingers, manipulating the inner-energy lurking in his chakra-system.

"Water-Style: Water-Dragon!" He mellifluously boomed in a humourless and grim baritone. Mangetsu gripped onto his rapier, cleaving into the chest of a Shinobi: who coughed. "Hm…"

The beast sprouted from the depths of Mangetsu's chakra snarled, flying into the flood of Ninja and lacerating them into splinters of over-spilling flesh. "Now…Summoning-Jutsu!"

Mangetsu slashed at the top of his finger, smacking his hand onto the blood-engulfed terrain of the bridge. Suigetsu stumbled backwards, glimpsing the outline of a bird – Mangetsu's partner.

The bird flew onto the head of Suigetsu, clutching onto the younger Hozuki's shoulders. It hovered up into the sapphire-molecules of the empyrean until Suigetsu's vision was obscured.

"To keep Suigetsu safe…" Mangetsu gravely murmured to himself, raising up his blade at the forms of his multifarious adversaries. He conducted chakra into his blade, huffing. "Yagura! I'm waiting!"

"One of us shall survive…"

(-)

The frolicking and golden depths of Orochimaru's gaze inspected the files scattered across the wooden-platform of his desk. He slung three of his fingers forward, summoning his Anbu officer.

"My dear Yamato." Orochimaru sonorously rasped, the echo of his hoarse baritone cavorting in the pinna of the Anbu's ears. He lifted up his pen, illustrating his signature onto a file. "Where is Kakashi?"

Yamato flickered in front of Orochimaru's mahogany-decorated table inside his office of solitude. He strapped on his ebony mask over his calloused features and lowered his head. "He's coming, my lord."

"Good. I plan on giving him a little mission." The Sannin raucously chuckled, clutching onto a scroll from his drawer. His lurid and yellow irises examined the scripture's idioms, humoured. "A B-Rank."

"Is that all, my lord?"

"Indeed, Yamato." Orochimaru impassively nodded, flourishing his pale hand. He watched as Yamato evaporated into an inundation of shards of wood, crumbling. "A mission to spy on him…"

"Gaara of The Sand..."

(-)

Sasuke channelled his chakra into the pits of his frosty lips, aiming a gargantuan-sphere of fire towards Naruto. The Uzumaki blurred forward, flipping over the orb of flames.

He flickered in front of Sasuke, hefting a pitiless punch onto the Uchiha's pale-visage. Naruto pedalled back as Sasuke hurtled three Kunai at the former: who parried all of them.

"You're getting good!" Sasuke cheekily complimented, flicking himself through the terrain of the training-vicinage. He raised his foot, smacking it onto Naruto's abdomen. "Not good enough!"

Naruto stumbled backwards from the chakra rippling inside Sasuke's leg and gripped onto a storage-scroll. He unsealed five Shuriken, slinging them towards Sasuke's aristocratic mien.

"Not bad." The Uchiha childishly nodded, conducting his chakra into the ends of his pale fingers. Sasuke slashed them at the Shuriken, fragmenting the five spillikins of steel. "Fire-Style: Fire-Ball!"

He manipulated his inner-energy out of his tongue, careening another gigantic-orb of fire onto the Uzumaki. Naruto clicked his teeth as he was propelled back by the flames.

"Fucking hell, my clothes are burned…"

The Uzumaki sprinted forward and gyrated across the aerosphere, slamming his knee into Sasuke's clavicle. Naruto gripped onto the Uchiha's neck, smacking him into the soil of the purlieu.

"Damn, you won." Sasuke immaturely clapped, the cacophony of his applause splintering Naruto's ear-canals. He separated his hands from one another and palpated his collar-bone. "Ouch."

"All it took was 20 spars." Naruto acerbically grinned, gandering towards the deluge of fragmented metal in the vicinage. He stretched his arms up, sighing. "You're good at this, huh?"

"Yep!" The Uchiha care-freely chuckled, manipulating his language into the one of their old-dimension. Sasuke wove his chakra, germinating a duplicate from fire. "Clean up the weapons!"

"Later." [Sasuke] casually shrugged, flickering through the path of the training-environs. He blurred towards a roof-top and crossed his legs as he settled onto its platform. "Heh."

"Fire-Clones suck!"

"I forgot about the Shadow-Clones!" Naruto acerbically grouched to himself. He snapped his fingers, gesticulating at the unilluminated section of Konoha's local edifices. "Maybe Shisui could teach me."

"Maybe." Sasuke insouciantly nodded, evaporating his Fire-Clone into blustering particles of chakra. He crossed both of his arms, dissolving the strum of energy in his body. "I got banned!"

"From where?"

"The Inuzuka compound." He childishly elucidated, unfolding the two of his arms. Sasuke flickered towards the flecks of metal and seized all of them into a storage-scroll. "Kiba's parents banned me from their house."

"I heard you used Fire-Style in Kiba's room." Naruto's nose echoed out a sound of humour. He slipped his hands into the pockets of his azure-bedizened slacks, sighing. "You're a little bastard, I swear."

"That'd be a sick bingo-book name! Sasuke Uchiha! The little bastard of Konoha!"

"Dumbass."

(-)

24-Hours-Later:

Naruto propped himself up onto the fabric-pad of his office-chair inside the bed-room of his domicile. He flicked his novel onto another page, studying all of its idioms and surreptitious meanings.

"What time is it, now?" He lazily murmured, rolling his chair over to the clock on his night-stand. Naruto gandered towards the alarm's fluorescence of digital numbers, yawning. "11: 00 – PM, huh?"

The Uzumaki stepped onto his bed, unclosing the curtains of his window-sill. He gazed at the citizens and Shinobi of Konoha: who strolled through their own lanes. "I'm going to train my chakra."

Naruto blurred across the corridor of his apartment-complex, opening up his residence's entrance. He meandered into a local path, sauntering forward in the depths of his furtive village.

He disregarded the raucous and clanging cacophony from the entities in his personal-purlieu. Naruto ignored the shuftis from the civilians, sauntering into the district of the Uchiha-Clan.

"Where's Shisui?"

The Uzumaki glanced onto a roof-top, descrying the form of Shisui: who was decorated in his official Shinobi uniform and a cape. He blurred in front of his protégé, chuckling. "I heard my name!"

"The name of a legend!" He casually grinned, clipping on another cape - painted in crimson - onto Naruto's shoulders. Shisui slithered his hands into the slits of his trousers and hummed. "You called?"

"I want to get some more training in." Naruto languidly grouched, unhooking the sanguine cape from his shoulders. He canted his head, espying the Uzumaki-Clan mark on the mantle. "Chakra-training."

"Sure!" Shisui vociferously retaliated in a nonchalant and booming soprano. He gripped onto Naruto's arm, whizzing into the training-environs of the Uchiha-Clan's woods. "Okay, Naruto…"

"It's time for some lessons from your master!"

"Fuck this…"

(-)

Sasuke and Itachi both swallowed the mango-concocted beverages from their mugs. The elder Uchiha flicked his spoon into the flesh of his frosty lips, gulping in his bowl of Miso-soup.

"You and Naruto were sparring?" Itachi mellifluously serenaded, sipping in a ripple of the mango-fluid from his mug. He lowered his cup onto a plate, lifting up his spoon. "I trust the two of you are-…"

"Growing strong? Yep!" Sasuke immaturely chortled, stirring his spoon through the depths of his Miso-soup's bowl. He devoured in the pits of his meal and huffed. "I won 20 times."

"Impressive." His older brother grandiloquently intoned, stepping towards the sink of their compound's Kitchen. Itachi hefted the bowl onto the metal surface, strapping on his gloves. "I must be leaving."

"See ya later!"

Itachi gave Sasuke a little nod back, dissolving into crimson molecules of heat and chakra. The latter shunted his bowl across the table, flickering from the mahogany-pad of his chair.

Sasuke perambulated into his gargantuan bed-room, scanning his aristocratic features inside the mirror. He pressed a solitary finger onto his reflection's visage, converging his ebony irises into crimson.

"Sharingan…1-Tomoe!" He cacophonously boomed to himself, remembering the details of his reflection. Sasuke stretched his legs, channelling chakra into the pits of his toes. "I'm over-powered!"

Sasuke dissolved his sanguine irises into a shroud of obsidian. He blurred out of his bed-room, rolling through the Uchiha-Clan's local-district and settling into the bushes of the training-sector.

Naruto repulsed the callous kick from Shisui's feet, bounding forward as he slammed his hand into the Uchiha's solar-plexus. Shisui pedalled back, gripping onto the Uzumaki's shoulders.

Shisui flipped forward, hurtling Naruto into the surface of the vicinage. He flicked his shoe forward, propelling his protégé's palpitating body into the bark of a tree. "You're improving."

"Work on your speed, okay?"

"Fucking hell, my back." Naruto sarcastically groaned, disregarding the cacophony from Shisui's raucous laughter. His mentor bowed and deliquesced into particles of energy. "Work on my speed, huh?"

Sasuke's childish baritone boomed out a laugh of over-spilling humour. He stepped out of the branches, the ebony gulf of his gaze perusing the splintered surface of the purlieu. "Damn."

"Your ass keeps getting beaten, huh?"

"Yep." Naruto care-freely shrugged, brushing his hands across his shoulder-blades in an effleurage. The Uzumaki strolled forward, whizzing onto one of the district's roof-tops. "I'm gonna sleep."

"Bye!"

(-)

Orochimaru's silent foot-steps echoed into the pinna of both of his ears. He sauntered into the lower-section of the Hokage tower, flickering into a sequestered room.

The Sannin ensconced himself onto the beige-bedizened pad of his office-chair, espying the calloused and humoured visage of Kakuzu: who sipped in a spillikin of his white-tea.

"Lord Hokage, eh?" Kakuzu mockingly blustered, the rumble of his sonorous baritone fragmenting Orochimaru's ears. He tipped his body backwards into the seat and laughed. "You accepted the title?"

"Indeed." Orochimaru insouciantly nodded, the abyss of his golden irises scanning Kakuzu's criminal-uniform. He planted his legs onto one another, swallowing in his own tea. "It's a rewarding title."

"I'm sure."

"I hear you're in a new organization." The Sannin ruefully murmured, settling the end of his mug onto a crimson-plate. Orochimaru reclined himself onto the chair, humming. "What's its name, hm…?"

"Akatsuki."

"The leader ordered me to create this meeting." Kakuzu gruffly reverberated in a gravelly soprano. He flicked a finger onto the tea-cup and crumbled the mug into splinters of glass. "A warning…"

"Stop spying on us, Lord Hokage…" He pitilessly grinned, clicking all sets of his teeth. Kakuzu blurred out of his mahogany-chair, stepping through the door of the purlieu. "Privacy is something sacred."

"I intend to draw back my spies." The Sannin idly chortled, sealing his tea-cup into the dimension of his storage-scroll. Orochimaru clicked his fingers, calling for his personal Anbu officer. "Clean this up."

"I must be visiting someone, now."

(-)

22-Hours-Later:

Sasuke flickered through the corridor and settled onto the wooden-platform of his desk inside the Shinobi-Academy. He crossed his legs, espying all of the forms of his class-mates.

"My fellow students!" He histrionically vociferated in an immature falsetto. Sasuke raised a solitary hand, gesticulating it at the protégés of the killing-craft's institution. "Your faces traumatize me!"

"Good one." Naruto internally applauded, propping his hand onto the tragus-section of his ear. The Uzumaki glanced towards the firmament of Konoha from the window, sighing. "School sucks."

Sasuke gave Shikamaru a gargantuan smile of mischief as the Nara slumped into the head-rest of his chair out of trepidation. Kiba clicked his teeth, glaring up at the Uchiha: who shrugged.

Shino tipped his sun-glasses forward onto the bridge of his nose. He sauntered into his seat, watching Sasuke roll across the purlieu of the class-room, and intoned. "You are troublesome."

"Indeed, I am!" Sasuke casually nodded, ensconcing himself onto the beige-surface of Shino's table. He pressed his hands into his knees, back-flipping onto a chair of Naruto's desk. "I am troublesome!"

"Little bother." Kiba petulantly grouched to himself, folding up both of his arms. He glanced towards Shikamaru, descrying the palpitations rippling through his form. "You good?"

"No…"

Iruka strolled into the cacophony-engulfed vicinage of his class-room, exuding a throb of chakra outwards and silencing the din from the protégés of the Shinobi institution.

"Okay, class." Iruka genially clapped, perambulating into the beige-bedizened pad of his office-chair. He flourished his hand at the door, detecting Ibiki Morino's surreptitious presence. "Listen up!"

"Lord Orochimaru assigned a Shinobi to teach you about the torture and interrogation unit of Ninja society."

"Please be polite to Ibiki Morino!" The instructor of the academy mellifluently intoned, stepping out of the platform of his chair. Iruka flickered into the corridor and evaporated. "And behave!"

Ibiki's gargantuan outline blurred into the environs of the class-room. He crossed both of his arms, giving all of the disciples of the school unimpressed shuftis. "Hm…"

His foot-steps reverberated in the pinna of the class' ears as he flickered in front of Shikamaru: who slumped onto the head-rest of his chair inside the room. "Interesting… Shikaku's son."

The Morino sauntered into the middle of the purlieu of education, glaring at the inundation of children. Ibiki raised up a storage-scroll, unsealing an inked-brush. "Okay, brats! Line up outside!"

"I'm going to be teaching you about the use of seals!"

Sasuke lounged on top of his chair in over-spilling elation. He gandered over to Naruto: who closed his note-book of personal-illustrations. "You gonna learn seals?"

"Hell, no." Naruto flippantly grouched, clutching onto his own storage-scroll and entrenching his book into its seal. The Uzumaki stretched his arms up, sighing. "They're pretty complicated."

"You suck at everything, huh?" The Uchiha mockingly grinned, tipping his chair backwards. Sasuke propped his legs up onto the wooden-platform of the table, humoured. "That must suck."

"Oh, shut up." He languidly retaliated, clipping his storage-scroll into the depths of his azure-decorated slacks' slits. Naruto slouched his back into the seat, chuckling. "The Uzumaki clan must be weeping."

"Oh! They're definitely getting depressed."

(-)

Ibiki's ears heard all of the details from the Uzumaki and Uchiha's discussion. He glanced at the silent students filing in from inside, gripping onto his inked-brush of sealing.

"I shall be using a grade 1 seal." He gruffly elucidated, the sonorous boom in his baritone rippling in the children's heads. Ibiki crouched onto the surface, painting a multitude of squares. "Hm…"

"This is a Paralysis-Seal."

The Morino stepped back from the blurred-body of Sasuke Uchiha: who stumbled into the middle of the seals. The latter paused in his gait of mischief, paralyzed. "The heck?! I can't move!"

"What perfect timing." Ibiki lackadaisically smirked, planting his hand onto the immobilized shoulder of Sasuke. He gazed at the impressed and awed visages of the protégés, chuckling. "Thank you, Uchiha."

"Why…?"

"For giving us an example of one being immobilized from the Paralysis-Seal."

"Now onto another one." The Morino gruffly rumbled in a booming baritone of authority. Ibiki tipped his brush into a cup of ink, tracing it through the soil of the training-vicinage. "A Trap-Seal."

"I'm still immobilized! Help!"

(-)

6-Hours-Later:

Naruto strolled across the gigantic lane of his surreptitious village, cerebrating over the utilization of seals. He slipped his hands into his azure-trousers' pockets, listening to the foot-steps ubiquitous.

"That shit was complex." He acerbically murmured to himself, slinking into a local intersection. Naruto ambled up onto the steps of a local path and suspired. "I'm never gonna learn sealing…"

Sasuke – being the social one of them – was frolicking in Konoha's gargantuan-park. His expanding squad of Kiba, Shikamaru, and Shino were accompanying him on his little voyage.

The Uzumaki's sapphire pits of vision gazed up at the orange firmament of the village as his acerbic and languid depths inspected the sanguine-painted section of the empyrean.

"I wanna sleep…" Naruto lazily groused, gandering at the stone-faces of his nation. He flickered onto one of Konoha's multifarious roof-tops, flittering over to a fence. "Hm…"

"And I'm hungry for some Ramen."

(-)

Sasuke flipped onto Itachi's back, hefting a sizzling punch of chakra onto the latter's skull. The older of the two pedalled backwards, gripping Sasuke's shoulder and flicking him up.

Itachi wove both of his fingers into one another, echoing his chakra into the gulf of his lips. He opened them up, hurtling missiles of flames over to Sasuke: who groaned. "Fire-Style: Fire-Bullets."

The younger Uchiha's obsidian-irises cavorted into crimson. Sasuke blurred into the shroud of heat and modulated chakra into the chasm of his tongue. "Fire-Ball!"

Sasuke cart-wheeled through the inundation of flames, his gargantuan-sphere of fire being evaporated by Itachi's. He lifted his foot up until Itachi clutched onto both of Sasuke's wrists.

Itachi tipped his upper-body backwards from Sasuke's boiling kick of chakra. His younger sibling gyrated himself, smacking his head into the former's collar-bone. "Fire-Style-…"

The elder Uchiha swiped one of his silky, but calloused, hands through Sasuke's germinating flames. Itachi settled Sasuke onto the platform of the purlieu, ruffling his hair. "Good work."

"And, my apologies for interrupting yours and your friends' time."

"Eh, it's fine." Sasuke casually dismissed, evaporating his crimson abyss into his signature ebony irises. He strolled across the local lane of Konoha's park, laughing. "I'm going back home! Bye!"

"Mother, father." Itachi internally prayed to himself, clasping the two of his hands. He peered up at the frolicking clouds of the empyrean and soughed. "He shall surpass me soon enough."

"Hm…"

(-)

Orochimaru sauntered through the edifice of Konoha's scientific-branch. He clutched onto a clip-board from a member of Kabuto's team, stepping into the capacious lab.

"Kabuto…" He hoarsely rasped, the reverberation of his smooth baritone echoing in the scientists' ears. Orochimaru flittered his fingers through the clip-board, humming. "Was it a success?"

"It was, my lord." Kabuto docilely nodded, unhooking his lab-coat's sleeve from his shoulders. He pulsated his chakra into his body, painting himself in a flood of symbols. "The Curse-Mark…"

"This shall give all of our Shinobi gargantuan augmentations." The Yakushi giddily elucidated in a reverent cantillation. He evaporated his pulseless-markings, chuckling. "There is an issue, my lord."

"Compatibility." Orochimaru sonorously interrupted, his voice itself scraping the aerosphere of the lab. He slipped his pale hands into the slits of his Hokage robes and suspired. "It shall only work on a few…"

"Indeed. Not all Shinobi carry a good compatibility to the Curse-Mark. The experimentations ended in a multitude of corpses."

"I trust all the experiments were from imprisoned Shinobi?"

"They were."

"Good." Orochimaru placidly smiled, the golden pits of his yellow irises palpitating Kabuto. He stepped out of the lab, hurtling the clip-board onto a table of charts. "I shall be leaving, then."

"Goodbye, my lord…"

(-)

Kurama and Naruto both lounged inside the gulf of the former's prison. The Kitsune extended out all nine of his tails, convulsing the surface of the 8-Trigram-Seal itself.

"Stop bothering me." He gruffly rumbled in a booming and disgruntled baritone. Kurama gandered towards his latest vessel: who propped himself up atop a crimson-cushion. "Now…"

"Kurama?" Naruto casually groused, stretching both of his arms and legs. He materialized himself a phone, gazing at the lucid screen of his imagined mobile-device. "Why is my chakra uncontrollable?"

"It's simple, or are you a moron?" Kurama pitilessly smirked, his presence itself frolicking across the seal. He canted his head onto his sanguine fur and chuckled. "You're the issue."

"I'm the issue?" The Uzumaki sardonically retaliated. Naruto evaporated his beeping phone of imagination, glancing at the Kitsune's imperious visage. "And that would mean?"

"I'm not helping you, Uzumaki." The Kyuubi raucously rumbled, flicking three of his gargantuan tails forward. Kurama crumbled the inner-body of Naruto, rippling the seal's lake. "Some solitude…"

"He is succeeding in entertaining me…"

(-)

The unilluminated aerosphere filtered into Sasuke's ebony depths of vision. This reminded him of the time of his transmigration – being engulfed in an unconscious shroud of obscurity.

Sasuke palpitated inside the velvety fabric of his bed. His head itself clanged as a feeling of blood-lust was exuded over to him. He heard a soft, but heartless, echo reverberate in his bed-room.

"Please, Uchiha." It rasped politely, fragmenting his ear-drums themselves. The callous and humoured voice flicked itself through his skull until it dissolved. "Wait a little longer…"

Sasuke's head was slammed into some type of steel as he listened to the sound of pulsating foot-steps. Kakuzu peered towards Itachi Uchiha: whose Mangekyo's crimson illuminated the room.

"The end is coming for you all…"

(-)

4-Hours-Later:

Naruto stimulated himself into waking up and brushed his unsmooth fingers across the top of his golden-bedizened hair. He stretched his body, glancing over to the digital numbers of his alarm-clock.

"5: 00 – AM."

He unclosed the portiere of his personal-purlieu, sauntering up onto the platform of his window-sill. The Uzumaki opened it up and flittered onto a pole inside the village.

Naruto blurred across the multifarious roof-tops of his surreptitious nation, propping his feet onto the stone-face of Minato Namikaze. He gazed at the village, feeling all of the Shinobi's and citizens' presences.

A glacial zephyr of frost drifted onto his calloused, but smooth, features. Naruto peered into the obsidian-pits of the empyrean, glancing at the fourth Hokage's stone-face.

"Sorry…"

The Uzumaki settled onto the top of Minato's stone-face and crossed both of his legs. Naruto planted his hands into its icy-terrain, cerebrating over his future, his destiny.

"I won't be chained…" Naruto languidly groused to himself, closing the two of his sapphire irises. He opened them, the abyss of his azure gaze inspecting the village. "The strongest of them all shall be me."

"And that's a promise…"

(-)

Sasuke huffed outwards, his lungs filtering oxygen into themselves. He clutched onto the sheets of his bed inside his sequestered room in the hospital and groaned.

He gyrated his waist over to Itachi: who observed Sasuke's bewildered and pale mien. The latter clicked his teeth into a grin of perplexity, studying his hospital-gown. "Big bro! What happened?"

"You were over-loaded by a presence." Itachi mellifluously intoned in a cantillation of impassivity. He stepped up from his chair and dissolved in a flood of flames. "I shall call for a doctor."

"Thanks!" Sasuke care-freely grinned, settling back into the pits of his hospital-bed. He slouched onto his pillows, giving the top of his bed a little effleurage. "Guess I won't be allowed to sleep, huh?"

"No, you won't be allowed, I'm afraid."

Sasuke immediately gandered at the body of Kabuto Yakushi; who flicked his clip-board onto the diagnosis file. The latter suspired outwards another time, disappointed. "That sucks…"

"A change in this dimension…"

"Indeed." Kabuto sweetly nodded, giving Sasuke a ginormous smile of patronization. He hurtled his clip-board onto a blank page, clutching onto his pen. "You were paralyzed by a powerful chakra."

"Or by the feeling of blood-lust, the intent to murder an individual."

"Intent to murder…" Sasuke insouciantly murmured to himself, folding up both his arms. His head itself clanged as Kabuto slipped a thermometer into his glacial lips. "Could I use that ability?"

"In time, perhaps." The Yakushi gently serenaded in a humoured soprano. Kabuto flicked the thermometer out of Sasuke's tongue, illustrating his temperature onto the file. "It puzzles me…"

"Huh?"

"Lord Orochimaru assigned me to watch you himself."

"Can I be dismissed from the hospital?" The Uchiha languidly interrupted, slumping into the depths of the bed. Sasuke embroiled his legs and huffed. "This sucks."

"You shall in a few hours. We must first give you a few examinations."

"Not nice. Not nice at all…"

(-)

Naruto flung three Kunai at the metal-targets he purchased from the weapons shop. He flipped forward, aiming another flood of weapons into the steel-posts in the training-sector of his domicile.

The warmth in the aerosphere of his residence was evaporated by the frosty zephyr from his opened window. Naruto clasped both of his hands and hooked himself up onto his chakra-system.

"It's a mixture of physical and spiritual energy." Naruto internally grouched, manipulating a little spillikin of energy into his hand. He clicked his teeth, feeling his chakra dissolve. "Damn…"

He isolated his hands from one another, seizing up all of his weapons as he sealed them into his storage-scroll. Naruto settled onto the carpet of his personal sector, propping himself atop his back.

Naruto closed his sapphire gaze and suspired inwards, disregarding the details of his life, new and old. The Uzumaki's muscles loosened up from his lack of concern over the essence of the notion of all.

He fossicked into the gulf of his chakra-system and felt a sliver of control of the inner-energy. Naruto unobscured his azure-irises while his chakra dissolved itself into the inside of his form.

"Hm…"

(-)

Morning:

Naruto stepped into the environs of his bath-room, embrocating the water from his sink across the silky flesh of his visage. He sauntered out of the purlieu, flickering onto his window-sill.

The Uzumaki flittered forward and gyrated himself onto the top of a golden-bedizened fence. He flicked his hand into his yellow-decorated hair, blurring over to the Shinobi-Academy.

He settled onto the concrete of the training-sector, espying Sasuke: whose head was engulfed by bandages. Naruto rolled into the class-room through the window as Sasuke crashed into Shikamaru's skull.

Shikamaru was hurtled backwards into the unutilized seats of the class-room. He glanced towards the individual who propelled him back, descrying the Uchiha's humoured features.

The Nara instantly sprinted across the class-room and careened himself out of the window. Shikamaru propped himself up onto the grass, studying the empyrean's cavorting clouds.

Naruto perambulated into his mahogany-painted chair, seizing his note-book onto his desk's wooden-platform. He clicked the button of his pen, yawning. "When's Iruka-Sensei coming?"

"Not sure." Kiba lazily shrugged, unsealing his pen and pencil from the depths of his storage-scroll. He clutched onto a twig, slipping the spillikin of wood into his calloused lips. "Maybe he's late?"

"Am I gonna be skipping again…?"

Iruka blurred into the middle of the class-room, scanning all of the miens of his students who weren't absent. The instructor of the academy nodded, glancing at the clock. "Morning, class!"

"For this lesson, I shall be teaching you about three techniques!"

"The Transformation." Iruka idly elucidated, writhing his fingers into one another. His body morphed into the shape of Orochimaru's, decorated in his Hokage robes. "The Substitution."

Iruka stepped forward and manipulated his chakra as his body was replaced by the serrated form of a log. He settled in the back of the class-room, evaporating his transformation of his village's leader.

"And the Clone-Jutsu." The teacher of the institution gently chuckled, germinating an illusionary replica of himself. Iruka obliterated his clone: who scattered into chakra-particles. "Hm…"

The sanguine-abyss of Sasuke's 1-Tomoe-Sharingan memorized all of Iruka's hand-gesticulations for the techniques. Sasuke crossed both of his arms up and chuckled. "I'm a fucking cheat-code!"

"All of the Uchiha are, I swear…"

(-)

Evening:

Naruto hurtled his foot forward, flittering three stones forward in his local path. He slipped his hands into the pockets of his azure-decorated slacks, sauntering onto another avenue.

He ambled through the training-sector, hearing the raucous cacophony from Lee, Gai, and Sasuke: who were engaging in some type of hand-standing competition.

Sasuke's ebony and depthless irises peeked towards Naruto. The latter crouched into the leaves of a bush as the Uchiha illustrated a gargantuan grin onto his pale visage.

"Naruto! My youthful buddy!"

"Fuck you, too." Naruto lackadaisically cerebrated, stepping out of the viridescent leaves of the bush. He glanced over to Lee and disregarded his inspection of fascination. "Ah, Sasuke, my un-youthful buddy."

"No need for such pessimism, my little comrade!" Gai vociferously echoed, clutching onto Naruto's shoulder. He lifted up the Uzumaki's body and reverberated. "I am the Blue-Beast-Of-Konoha!"

Gaia flicked Naruto into the surface of the training-vicinage. The Uzumaki gyrated himself, hooking his fingers onto the branch of a splintered tree. "Fucking hell…"

"What skill!" Rock-Lee staunchly interrupted in an impressed falsetto. He raised both of his arms, smacking them onto the wood of the fragmented tree. "But, the one I shall surpass is Sasuke!"

"It was nice meeting you…Kind creatures." Naruto grouchily retaliated, flittering through an inundation of tree-branches. He flickered back onto the local path of the training-sector, sighing. "I gotta get back home."

"See ya later!"

"Fuck you!"

(-)

Naruto planted his feet onto the window-sill of the Hokage tower and peered at the orange-gulf of the firmament. The Uzumaki slouched his body itself, brushing his golden-painted hair.

"That was crazy…" He acerbically murmured, combing his fingers into the depths of his dishevelled head. Naruto gazed at the illuminated poles of his furtive village, groaning. "They are a terrifying trio…"

"Ah, Naruto…What brings you to my office?"

"Nope…" The Uzumaki disgruntled grouched to himself, flipping across the multifarious roof-tops of Konoha. He settled onto the balcony of his domicile and suspired. "I'm going to sleep."

"He's an interesting one, hm?" Orochimaru empirically chortled, a raspy echo booming in Kabuto's ear-drums. He wove his fingers into one another, gandering towards his disciple. "He carries large reserves of chakra…"

"Academy reports suggest of his terrible behaviour." Kabuto blithely answered, slipping his paint-brush into his lab-coat's slits. He canted his head, hearing a reverberation from the door. "A trouble-maker."

"Sasuke Uchiha is worse…" Orochimaru's hollow soprano retaliated in over-spilling humour. He flicked his hand forward as the door opened itself up and Itachi stepped into the office. "Ah, Itachi…"

The elder Uchiha ignored the mocking and entertained features of Kabuto, the gulf of his obsidian-irises frolicking into crimson. He lifted his head, peering into Orochimaru's essence. "Hm…"

"Are you sure you want the augmentations to be given to him…?"

(-)

Naruto stepped across the corridor his apartment-complex, giving the chained-room a surreptitious shufti. He flicked the key out of his pockets and gyrated it through the lock of the door.

He sauntered into his little library of information, clutching onto a book on the history of Shinobi. The Uzumaki tipped the book forward, opening up one of its innumerable pages.

"Chapter-27: The secrets of the Uzumaki-Clan…"

This was interesting.

(-)

While Sasuke hurried.

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Sadness.

A/N: Bye.