"Hi." = thoughts
"Hi." = talking
"Greetings." = Biju speaking
"Lightning Style: Lightning Bullet." = Jutsu
(-) = finishing to a new situation
Bye
The cavorting clouds of the sapphire-enshrouded empyrean were splintered by the low rumble of sanguine chakra. Naruto crouched onto the terrain of the vicinage, engulfing himself in a crimson cloak.
His azure-painted irises converged into the slits of Kurama's pitiless and vermeil gaze. The Uzumaki canted his head, glaring at the body of Sasuke Uchiha: whose 1-Tomoe-Sharingan illumined the purlieu.
Naruto's crimson slits of vexation inspected the palpitating form of Sasuke. The Uchiha channelled all of his chakra into the pits of his fingers and toes, straightening up into a meager stance of Taijutsu.
"I am not fighting someone using Kurama's chakra." Sasuke childishly murmured to himself. He stepped back, parrying the serrated claw of Naruto's elongated nails. "Fighting Kurama? No thank you."
Naruto opened up the depths of his glacial lips and his fragmenting falsetto boomed out a cloud of the Kyuubi's chakra-particles. Sasuke flipped backwards, planting himself onto the top of a tree-branch.
"Sorry about this buddy…"
Sasuke blurred forward, conducting a gargantuan throb of his chakra into the crevasse of his tongue. He wove his fingers into one another, hurtling a gigantic-sphere of flames onto Naruto's animalistic mien.
The Uzumaki gyrated through the aerosphere of the environs until a massive spillikin of the fire stabbed itself into his arm. Naruto suspired, clutching onto his sizzled and wounded flesh.
Naruto gave the Uchiha a cruel and humoured grin of malice, his splintered skin stitching itself back up. He crouched onto all fours, sprinting towards Sasuke in a gait of unpredictability.
"Healing-factor…Kurama, you over-powered entity." Sasuke insouciantly applauded, smacking his chakra-augmented knee into Naruto's cranium and propelling him back. "Okay…"
Sasuke whizzed in front of Naruto, flicking his distended fingers into the middle of the latter's abdomen. He rotated his waist, back-flipping from the echo of Kurama's chakra from Naruto's mouth.
The Uchiha and Uzumaki both gazed at one another. Naruto slinked forward, booming out another reverberation of chakra while the sight of Sasuke's Sharingan obfuscated itself.
Naruto's body invigorated him into waking up inside the isolated sector of Konoha's local-hospital. He propped himself up on his bed, flinging the white-decorated blankets onto the edifice's glace terrain.
"What the hell…" Naruto's smooth baritone was hoarse, lacking its natural cadence of sarcasm. He brushed his calloused fingers through his sockets of vision, groaning. "What the hell happened?"
"You truly are a fool, hm?" A humoured tempo of a lackadaisical voice mocked. Kabuto flicked his clip-board onto Naruto's file of information and chuckled. "What a waste of skill…"
The Yakushi disregarded the sapphire depths of Naruto, strumming his chakra into a fluorescent scintillation of healing. Kabuto regenerated the Uzumaki's skin-tissue, humoured. "Hm…"
"Okay, what happened, then?" Naruto acerbically grouched, clicking his teeth in aggression. He clutched his hand onto the temple of his head, giving it a little effleurage of palpation. "Or are you not sure?"
"The information was classified by Lord Orochimaru." Kabuto candidly retaliated, lifting up both of Naruto's arms. He evaporated the patches of sizzled flesh, humming. "I am not permitted-…"
"Why were you calling me a fool?"
"Oh, that's deducible. No?"
"It's to describe your low intelligence." The Yakushi mellifluously elucidated, brushing his green illumination of chakra across Naruto's abdomen. He tipped his glasses forward and sighed. "You are a fool."
"Now…" Kabuto insouciantly dismissed, gripping onto the ends of his beige-decorated clip-board. He plucked out a brush of illustrations from his pocket, studying the diagnosis file. "Can you recall the details of what happened?"
"None…" The Uzumaki languidly murmured, slouching into the pits of his hospital-bed. Naruto flicked the blanket over his solar-plexus, spiralling his waist on the mattress. "I'm gonna sleep, now."
Kabuto huffed outwards, seizing up Naruto and propelling him out of the pillows of the purlieu's bed. The latter swiped his hand through his dishevelled hair of gold and suspired. "What now?"
"I'm sure you're concerned about the health of Sasuke Uchiha."
"Crap. I forgot about the dumbass…"
"A fool." Kabuto mockingly smirked, ensconcing his hand onto the top of the Uzumaki's healed-shoulder. They both blurred forward, settling onto the surface of a sequestered corridor. "Follow me…"
Naruto stepped behind Kabuto, listening to the sounds of their clangourous, but silent, foot-steps. He espied a sign, inspecting its yellow characters and symbols. "The isolated section of healing?"
"No dawdling." The Yakushi blithely interrupted, knocking his hand onto the mahogany-entrance of the insulated-sector. Kabuto pedalled back and dissolved into chakra-molecules. "Goodbye…"
The Uzumaki disregarded the cacophony of Kabuto's silky and mellifluent falsetto's laughter. He watched Itachi unclose the door and study his lazy-features. "Ah, Naruto. Please, come in."
Naruto gave Itachi a little nod, strolling into the environs of the sequestered room. He gandered at the elder Uchiha; who deliquesced into an inundation of crows and flames.
"Creepy…"
The room itself was gargantuan in proportions and was painted in a multitude of crimson circles. Naruto planted his hand onto one of them, feeling his chakra writhe in the depths of his energy-system.
"Ouch." He acerbically mumbled, slipping his hands into the pockets of his azure-bedizened trousers. The Uzumaki strode over to another section of the room, hearing Sasuke's splintering voice. "Huh?"
"No! No more brushes!"
Naruto blurred forward, propping himself up onto a platform, and descried Sasuke's pale-visage. He sauntered towards the Uchiha, scanning the markings on his shoulder. "You're being tortured?"
"No, being painted on." Sasuke childishly whined, glancing over to the masked-mien of Yamato: who crumbled into splinters of wood. He crossed both of his arms and laughed. "You were sleeping, huh?"
"I'm never not sleeping." Naruto languidly shrugged back, slinking onto the stool on top of the sealing-platform. He stretched his body, glancing onto his abdominal-section. "What happened?"
"No clue!"
(-)
Sasuke and Naruto both flittered onto one of Konoha's illimitable edifices' roof-tops. The former converged his ebony abyss into the crimson gulf of the Sharingan, perusing the sector for Anbu-trackers.
"We're safe!" Sasuke casually grinned, evaporating his pits of vermillion into a shroud of ebony. The Uchiha gazed at the firmament of his furtive village, humming. "And guess what else?"
"Huh?"
"We get to miss the academy!" He care-freely vociferated, planting himself onto the brick-germinated surface of the roof-top. Sasuke tipped his cranium backwards and huffed. "Screw you, Iruka!"
"Can't believe they gave you a seal…" Naruto grouchily intervened, stroking his fingers onto Kurama's seal. He glanced towards Sasuke, watching him palpate his shoulder's new insignia. "Wait a second…"
"Maybe I could…"
The Uzumaki immediately settled his form onto its back, obscuring his azure clouds of vision. Naruto's body itself loosened up and he stimulated himself into his inner-realm or Kurama's prison.
"The hell…? Naruto, you good?"
(-)
Naruto materialized into the crevasse of the 8-Trigram-Seal, pressing his feet onto its water-engulfed terrain. He stepped back, descrying the vermillion irises of Kurama: whose seal convulsed.
"Kurama, what the-…"
The reverberating and otiose yawn of the Kitsune hurtled Naruto backwards. He stood up from the lake of the seal, sprouting himself a crimson-towel. "I am not dying to the breath of a fox…"
"That'd be a shame…" Kurama sardonically rumbled in a palpitating voice. He raised up his gigantic head, peering into the sanguine empyrean of the seal. "And, about the Uchiha and you?"
"Yep, what happened?"
"Hm…" The Kyuubi insouciantly drawled, sinking into the chasm of his sanguine-bedizened fur. Kurama huffed outwards, germinating another echoing yawn. "Learn yourself…"
"You're no help." Naruto sarcastically retaliated, crumbling into flecks of teal and crimson chakra-molecules. He woke up outside of his inner-realm, brushing his golden-hair. "This is troublesome."
"Heh…"
(-)
Itachi flickered across the roof-tops of his surreptitious village, flipping onto the top of a beige-painted branch. He studied the frolicking clouds of the firmament, stretching a solitary hand up.
The elder Uchiha gandered towards Kakashi Hatake; who inspected the lecherous illustrations of his Icha-Icha-Paradise novel, a perverse book for ginormous libertines. "Kakashi. What would you pick-…"
"Come now, Itachi." Kakashi idly dismissed, curving up one of his unobscured irises. He flittered his Icha-Icha book onto a new page and slouched into the branch. "Stress isn't good for a child."
"Indeed, stress is a valueless feature of an individual." Itachi impassively concurred in a smooth baritone. He gyrated both of his ebony gloves, strapping on his mask. "I am still a Ninja of Konoha…"
"My village comes first for me…"
Itachi gave Kakashi a little - and polite - bow, dissolving into an inundation of sweltering flames. The Hatake closed his book, gazing at one of the particles of cavorting fire. "Hm…"
"Itachi, you're deluding yourself…"
(-)
Sasuke straightened up all five of his silky fingers, conducting a boom of chakra into his phalanges. He shunted his hand onto the roof-top of the edifice, splintering a section of its surface into metal-spillikins.
"My chakra's working." The Uchiha giddily murmured to himself, evaporating the shroud of his inner-energy back into his system. Sasuke glanced over to Naruto: who crossed his arms. "You okay?"
"Yep…" Naruto casually grouched, unfolding both of his arms and fossicking for his own chakra. He clasped his hands, proportioning his sliver of control into being more tensile. "I feel my chakra…"
"But, manipulating it's impossible!"
Sasuke patted Naruto's shoulder-blade while painting a childish grin onto his mocking and pale features. He slinked backwards, settling onto the roof-top's concrete. "No need to be depressed."
"Shut up…" The Uzumaki lackadaisically growled back, crossing his legs onto the concrete of the edifice. Naruto canted his head, ensconcing his hands into his lap. "You got the fucking Sharingan."
"Mangekyo is gonna be sick!" Sasuke childishly vociferated, scattering his ebony chasm into two spiralling crevasses of crimson. He tipped his head back and chortled. "I'm gonna Amaterasu you!"
"Eye-transplantation?" Naruto lazily mumbled, planting his cranium onto the roof-top. He scanned the frolicking clouds of the empyrean, obscuring the sight of his sapphire pits. "That's gonna be fun, huh?"
"Oh…"
"No! No! No!"
Sasuke sauntered across the grey-bedizened surface in a number of circles. His gait was petrified and nervous as he converged his sanguine-irises back into their inundation of obsidian.
"Damn, I was kidding…" The Uzumaki placidly interrupted, stepping up onto both of his feet and stretching his legs. Naruto yawned, palpating his ear. "You wanna visit somewhere?"
"Eh, sure."
(-)
The Uchiha and Uzumaki flittered through the district of the former's clan. Sasuke blurred in front of his compound's entrance, hurtling the key from the inside of his pocket and flicked it across the lock.
"Welcome to the head-quarters of Sasuke Uchiha!" He cheekily boomed in a fragmenting falsetto of elation. Sasuke slung up both of his arms, gesticulating towards his domicile. "Or my house!"
"You're incredible at naming." Naruto grinned acerbically, slithering his hands into the slits of his trousers. He sauntered into Sasuke's compound, espying a painting of two individuals. "Hm…"
"Indeed! Come to me if you want names." Sasuke immaturely mocked, closing up the door of his residence. The Uchiha glanced onto Fugaku's and Mikoto's images, sighing. "Itachi created them."
"Huh." The Uzumaki nonchalantly shrugged, giving the gigantic-purlieu a fascinated shufti. Naruto flickered into the living-room and settled onto the pad of a sofa. "You're still being trained by Gai?"
"Yep!" The splintering and ecstatic cadence of Sasuke's soprano reverbereated. He blurred over to the living-room, planting himself onto a solitary-cushion of a chair. "Lee's a good person!"
"If only he got some confidence in himself…"
"Ah, self-esteem issues." Naruto languidly grouched, unclipping his sanguine-pouch from the belt of his trousers. He unzipped his bag, sifting through it for his sketch-pad. "That sucks for him."
"I'm working on giving him a little confidence." The Uchiha's corybantic and glace baritone echoed. Sasuke reclined his back onto the seat and huffed. "I'm great at teaching!"
"Great at teaching idiocy." The Uzumaki blandly murmured, clutching onto the body of his pen. Naruto unclicked the top, flicking it across the blank-page of his illustrative-book. "I can't wait to graduate."
"5 more years until we're twelve." Sasuke woefully groaned, gripping onto the temples of his head. He settled one leg on another, weaving his fingers while humming. "Can't believe Shisui's training you."
Naruto sketched the pale visage of an individual from his old-world and flung his pen through the depths of his page. He gazed up at the Uchiha: who laughed. "Shisui was the one who offered to train me."
"Damn…" The Uchiha tumultuously mumbled, the insides of his abdomen booming in over-spilling hunger. Sasuke laced his fingers, creating himself a duplicate of flames. "Can you buy me a snack?"
"Fine…" [Sasuke] languorously drawled, stretching his hand forward. He espied the bewildered features of his original: who gave him a casual high-five. "Money, you dumbass."
"Naruto…You got some cash I could borrow."
"Yep, but bring me a snack."
"Sure!"
(-)
Rock-Lee listened to the raucous cacophony of all of his class-mate, peering out of the window of the Shinobi-Academy and studying the gargantuan training-vicinage of his institution.
He was one of the multifarious individuals who scored lowest for most of his academy-classes. His inability to manipulate chakra was disadvantageous for his chances of even graduating.
Lee lifted up his pen inside the aerosphere of his class-room, an illustration of obstinacy engulfing his mien. He gazed towards the front of the class, inspecting all of the notes from the teacher.
"I shall write 10, 000 notes for this lesson. If I can't, then I shall study for 20, 000…No! 30, 000 minutes."
His hand blurred across the pages of his note-book, writing the details of the elucidations of his academy-instructor. Lee cerebrated over two key entities who believed in him, despite his lack of ability.
Sasuke Uchiha was a ghost of the Shinobi-Academy. Teachers and students regarded him as a prodigy: who was a little childish in his behaviour. Sasuke was nothing less than a prankster or mad-lad.
He heard of the rumours about the younger Uchiha. Top of his class in Taijutsu, Shuriken-Jutsu, and the academic-section of school. For Lee, Sasuke was another prodigy, blessed by his lineage.
It wasn't until Sasuke and Lee sparred where he learned of the Uchiha's prodigious and anomalous abilities. Sasuke defeated him, but, instead of mocking him, he stretched out a helping-hand.
Lee remembered meeting Naruto Uzumaki while Sasuke, Gai, and he were engaging in a competition of hand-standing. His younger class-men was a pessimistic person. Naruto was sardonic and bitter.
The Uzumaki was another prodigy in the academy. At the same time, he was languorous and otiose, according to Neji: who mock-battled Naruto in a sparring session between upper and lower class-men.
Neji obliterated Naruto in the mock-battle.
Lee immediately peered towards the windows of his class-room and heard a set of clangourous foot-steps from them. Sasuke stepped into the purlieu of education, planting his hands onto his hips.
"Hello, Lee!" The clanging and elated falsetto of Sasuke boomed. He canted his head, glancing over to the instructor: who disregarded his presence in the class-room. "It's time for some training!"
"I shall grow strong…"
(-)
Naruto slinked behind the secretary in the depths of the Hokage-tower's corridor. He slipped his hands into his sapphire-decorated trousers' pockets, stepping into Orochimaru's isolated office.
The Uzumaki strode forward in the Sannin's personal-purlieu, hearing the door being closed by the secretary. Naruto glanced towards Kabuto: who inspected his brush of sealing.
"What the heck…" He internally grouched to himself, pausing at the front of Orochimaru's beige-desk. Naruto lowered his head out of desideratum and suspired. "Lord Orochimaru…"
"Am I going to be threatened or something?"
"Kabuto…" Orochimaru impassively smirked, ignoring the languid and sarcastic baritone of Naruto. He wove his fingers into one another, tipping his cranium forward. "Could you access his head?"
"No, my lord." The Yakushi docilely answered, flicking his sealing-brush into his lab-coat's pockets. Kabuto scanned Naruto's smooth features, humming. "The Yamanaka couldn't connect to him…"
"Or connect to Sasuke Uchiha's head."
"You accessed my head?"
"Unsuccessfully." Kabuto mellifluently chuckled, a humoured intonation lurking in his reverberating falsetto. He lifted up his skull, giving Naruto a mocking smile of condescension. "Hm…"
Orochimaru huffed outwards in over-spilling entertainment and flicked his hand forward. The entrance of his sequestered office opened itself up as he chortled. "You may leave…"
Naruto immediately stepped out of the Hokage-tower's office, blurring across the chasm of the corridor. Orochimaru's yellow irises gandered towards Kabuto, who coughed. "Kabuto?"
"My lord?"
"Naruto may be able to access his seal…"
"Shall we-…"
"No. No." Orochimaru giddily dismissed, flinging his tongue out of its socket and clutching onto a scroll. He clicked his teeth, unsealing a pen from his storage-seal. "This is good…"
"Perhaps he shall be able to tame the Kyuubi…"
"Naruto Uzumaki…" The Sannin pitilessly cerebrated to himself, germinating a Shadow-Clone for his duties. Orochimaru flicked on his Hokage-robes and evaporated into a flood of snakes. "Heh."
"I can't wait for yours and Sasuke Uchiha's growth."
(-)
Sasuke blurred forward and smacked his leg into the calloused palm of Lee's hand. The latter pedalled backwards from the Uchiha, lifting up a solitary leg while whizzing in front of Sasuke: who nodded.
The Uchiha parried Lee's splintering kick, gyrating his waist and planting his fists onto his adversary's solar-plexus. Sasuke crouched onto the terrain, watching Lee stumble into the bark of a tree.
He flickered towards his upper class-men, slamming his knee onto the temple of Lee's cranium. Sasuke clutched onto his shoulders, drilling him into another tree-bark.
"That was a good battle!" Lee staunchly vociferated, palpating the back of his head and shoulder-blades. He crossed both of his arms until stretching them up. "I shall train for 100, 000 minutes!"
"And I shall watch you succeed! My good comrade!" Sasuke insouciantly grinned, giving his hands an effleurage. He lifted his own hand up and chuckled. "We shall surpass Gai-Sensei!"
"And you shall!" The clangourous and rumbling soprano of Might-Gai interrupted. He flickered over to his protégés as he raised his thumbs out of over-spilling elation. "100, 000 laps!"
"No! 400, 000 laps!"
"This is gonna be good!"
(-)
Naruto slinked through the flaps of Ichiraku-Ramen, fossicking for the money of his weekly-stipulation from his pouch. He settled 5 coins onto the table, ensconcing himself onto a stool.
"Miso-Ramen, please."
"Coming up!"
The Uzumaki clutched onto a napkin from the flood of tissues, flicking on top of his lap. Naruto canted his tragus onto his hand, listening to the hushed falsettos of the Ramen-stand consumers.
"Kabuto and Orochimaru couldn't access my head." He inwardly murmured, slouching into the pad of the stool. Naruto peered towards the menu and sighed. "Kurama protected me, then…"
Naruto espied a Miso-Ramen bowl being slid in front of him. He disconnected the chop-sticks, feeling the sweltering fragrance of noodles from his nose. "Thanks for the food."
The bells of the Ramen-stand echoed out a clang as two individuals from Naruto's class-room stepped into Ichiraku-Ramen and a childish voice reverberated. "Come on, Shikamaru. I never eat Ramen."
"Sure. Sure. And, remember, I'm paying." Shikamaru grouched exasperatedly, stumbling onto the pad of the establishment's stool and gazing at the menu. "This is troublesome…"
Naruto hefted the noodle-engulfed chop-sticks into his frosty lips and sipped in a deluge of broth. He lowered the bowl of Ramen onto the table, sighing. "Damn. This is delicious."
Shikamaru stretched both of his arms, gandering towards Naruto: who gulped in another inundation of broth. He canted his head and huffed out a yawn of otiosity. "Oh, you eat at this store?"
The Uzumaki gave Shikamaru a lazy shufti of impassivity, settling his Miso-Ramen bowl onto the wooden-surface of the table. He flicked his chop-sticks forward, stirring them in the broth. "Yep."
"I was coming back from a meeting." Naruto lamely elucidated, hefting the Ramen into the chasm of his tongue. He sipped in the noodles, brushing the napkin across his silky-visage. "Hm…"
"Meeting?" The Nara valuelessly drawled, disconnecting his own chop-sticks from one another. Shikamaru palpated his cranium, shunting out a suspiration of stoicism. "I can't be bothered to listen."
"Wasn't planning on elaborating." The Uzumaki's nose echoed out a sound of over-spilling sarcasm. He hurtled the bowl forward, seizing up his change into his pouch. "Damn, they interrupted my meal."
"What a bother."
(-)
Suigetsu limped forward and propped his shoulder-blades onto the front of a nest. The Hozuki gripped onto the grapes, glancing at all the bird-summonings consuming in their own fruits.
He slouched onto the soil of the summoning-creatures' cliff, biting into the purple-grapes. Suigetsu's teeth chewed them in as he raised the blade Mangetsu gave him for training.
The Hozuki wanted to leave the cliff of Mangetsu's summons and fossick through the nations for him. Suigetsu lowered his skull out of vexation, flicking the last of the grapes onto the surface.
"I gotta get stronger…" He candidly murmured to himself, stepping up onto both of his feet. The Hozuki gazed at the steel of Mangetsu's blade and huffed. "I gotta get stronger if I want to rescue him…"
"Mangetsu. I am going to surpass you."
(-)
Naruto stepped back from the obscured-bodies of Rock-Lee, Gai, and Sasuke. He slinked across the path, watching the latter flip over a deluge of pedestrians in the local avenue.
The Uzumaki strolled through the lane, ignoring the cacophony of all the raucous individuals. Naruto envisioned himself in an abyss of silence, sauntering into his apartment-complex.
He flicked his key into the lock and opened up the entrance of his domicile. Naruto closed the door, slinging his feet forward while disconnecting his shoes from his body.
Naruto flickered into his living-room, gripping onto a novel from his book-shelf. He flittered it onto the first-page, studying the illustration of the protagonist's lackadaisical monologue. "Hm…"
His reading-time was paused by the knock reverberating from his window. Naruto glanced at the glass, descrying the masked-visage of Itachi: who unstrapped his gloves. "Enter."
Itachi blurred into the environs of Naruto's living-room, decorated in his Anbu-uniform. His features carried that same – and lackadaisical – illumination of phlegm. "Where is Sasuke, Naruto?"
"He's being trained by Gai, they're on their 300th lap through the village."
"Thank you for your time." Itachi impassively nodded, flickering onto the platform of Naruto's domicile's window-sill. He flittered forward, scattering into a deluge of flames. "Hm, until another time."
"That wasn't scary at all…" Naruto sardonically groused to himself, opening up the second page of his fantastical novel. The Uzumaki slouched his cranium on the head-rest and sighed. "Heh."
"I'm lazing on my sofa and Sasuke's out training."
He stepped out of the crimson-pad of his sofa, stretching his body. Naruto sauntered into the corridor, slipping on his shoes and slinking outside of his residence. "Let's use my chakra…"
Naruto huffed inwards and suspired outwards, loosening his muscles, head, memories up. The Uzumaki felt the pits of his chakra-system cavort as he channelled an infinitesimal throb of energy into his toes.
He stumbled forward in a reticent and disgruntled gait, losing his footing inside the lane of his domicile's avenue. Naruto peered towards the firmament, the sapphire chasms of his vision fulgurating.
"The feeling of being unchained…To be unshackled and fearless..."
(-)
Kakuzu unzipped the top of his bag, ensconcing a flood of pennies into the inside of the pouch. His perpetual irises gazed up at the empyrean, espying the frolicking clouds of the planet and nation.
He canted his head, blurring from the tree-branch and onto the platform of the shrivelled-up grass. Kakuzu strapped on his pouch, detecting the reverberation of a cavorting presence.
"Oi, Yagura." His gravelly and booming baritone echoed. Kakuzu clicked all of his fanged-teeth, gandering towards the Mizukage: who clasped both of his hands. "Was the plan successful?"
Yagura's pink sockets of sight shrunk in engrossment as his staff itself palpitated from the chakra being channelled into its metal. He lowered his weapon and nodded. "The Water-Clone deceived him."
Kakuzu gave Yagura a hollow smirk of humour, brushing a calloused hand across his unsmooth visage. He stepped forward, patting one of the features of his masked-hearts. "Enough dawdling. He's waiting."
The Mizukage stomped his staff onto the terrain for a solitary-time, booming out a gargantuan pulsation of his Tailed-Beast's chakra. He stepped back, huffing out a myriad of blood. "I won't take orders from you."
Kakuzu shrugged to himself, flicking his arm forward while germinating an obsidian-tendril of chakra. He planted it onto the front of Yagura's neck, chuckling. "You truly are vexing, Yagura…"
Yagura blurred backwards from the tendril of Kakuzu's inner-energy, strapping his staff onto his clip-on seal. The Mizukage whizzed forward, crumbling into particles of coral and water.
(-)
Suigetsu crossed his leg on top of a platform of the cliff, watching the summonings commit to their own training. Their chakra-augmented beaks clashed onto one another while they sparred.
He clutched onto the end of his blade, huffing outwards out of fatigue from observing the little mock-battle. Suigetsu conducted his chakra across his body and evaporated into a puddle of water.
The Hozuki re-created his physical-form, stabbing his weapon through his clavicle. His collar-bone dissolved into another shroud of water until he shunted his blade out of his form.
His water-evaporation Kekei-Genkai was fascinating for the summonings. Suigetsu plotted his training by learning to utilize the perpetual extents of his blood-line ability.
"Whoever's gonna battle me… I'm gonna slash my blade into your head."
(-)
Sasuke, Lee, and Gai all settled onto the mahogany-painted top of a bench, sweat slithering from the flesh of their temples. The Uchiha combed his hand across his head and yawned.
"Thank you for your guidance Gai-Sensei!" Lee staunchly boomed, lifting up his bandage-engulfed arms into the empyrean. He stepped up from the bench, flicking the sweat on his skin. "I shall study more and surpass your expectations!"
Gai gave Lee a ginormous thumbs-up of ecstasy, flittering out of the platform of the bench. He slung his hand over Lee's bandaged shoulder and chuckled. "Oh, Lee! You truly are a master of youth!"
Sasuke strolled out of the vicinage of the iconic master-student duo, illustrating a soft smile onto his pale features. This life, for him, was another chance, another chance of living life.
He yawned to himself, collapsing onto the soil of the purlieu until being settled onto Itachi's back. Sasuke obscured his ebony pits of vision, listening to the cacophony of the aerosphere of the environs.
"I'm gonna live for the fun of it all, nothing else…"
(-)
Naruto drilled his hands into the chasms of his sapphire-trousers' pockets. He paused from his ten-minute sprinting-session and flipped onto the surface of his window-sill, slinking into his living-room.
He sauntered onto the cushions of his sanguine-sofa, planting his back onto its terrain. Naruto manipulated a tiny spillikin of chakra, feeling his energy-system writhe and echo.
"I'm getting used to controlling my chakra." The Uzumaki acerbically grinned, stretching up his hand at the chandelier illuminating the room. He canted his cranium and sighed. "Time for some sleep…"
The throb of conceited laughter boomed across the crevasse of Kurama's 8-Trigram-Seal. He pried open the iron-bars of his cage and flicked all nine of his tails forward out of humour.
"Naruto Uzumaki…" Kurama heartlessly grinned, the echo of his rumbling voice splintering the seal's ginormous ocean. The Kitsune raised his head up, chortling. "You truly are an entertaining entity."
"Your original-self was going to be evil incarnate…" The Kyuubi pitilessly reverberated. His presence itself palpitated the pit of the seal as Kurama hummed. "He shall be worse than evil…"
"Shukaku. Matatabi. Isobu. Son-Goku. Kokuo. Saiken. Chomei. Gyuki."
"My vessel shall obliterate all of yours!" Kurama cruelly boomed, echoing another pulse of crimson-chakra across the seal. He sank into his fur and evaporated into chakra-particles. "Hm…"
"The game of the Jinchuriki shall be a humouring one…"
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Kakuzu planted himself onto the tree-branch and tipped his legs on top of one another. He studied the aerosphere of the destroyed purlieu, glancing at all of the mutilated corpses.
"Yagura? Are you planning on leaving the organization?"
"P-Perhaps…" Yagura hoarsely retaliated, the two of his pink irises convulsing into a mismatched colour. Coral flooded the terrain as Isobu stretched out the shroud of his presence. "I gained control…"
He immediately blurred in front of Kakuzu and gripped onto the latter's calloused neck. Isobu flooded Kakuzu's body in an inundation of coral-tendrils, chuckling. "Took me long enough…"
"The Three-Tails, a pleasure." Kakuzu smoothly echoed, splintering apart the ropes of coral shackling him. He bit all of his teeth onto one, devouring the spillikin of coral into his lips. "Could use some mustard."
"I remember you…" Isobu childishly grinned, reclining himself onto the wood of a tree-bark. He folded up both of his arms, crumbling the splinters of coral. "Hashirama and-…"
Isobu's mismatched chasms of vision converged into the signature pink of Yagura's gaze. The Mizukage clutched onto his staff and huffed outwards. "He could never permanently control me…"
"You interrupted your prisoner's story."
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Morning:
Naruto ensconced himself onto the concrete of Minato's stone-face, propping his body on his back. He studied the morning empyrean, inspecting it for the planet's illimitable conundrums.
Sasuke flickered onto the Fourth-Hokage's stone-face, peering towards the woken-up citizens and Shinobi of Konoha. The Uchiha stretched his legs and hummed.
The Uzumaki's sapphire-irises were still planted on the village's orange-firmament as he germinated a little suspiration of vexation and fatigue. "You want something?"
"Nah…" Sasuke insouciantly grinned, crossing his legs onto the top of the platform. He slouched onto Minato's stone-face, chuckling out of elation and humour. "Lee and I are gonna be a great team!"
"Sounds fun." Naruto lazily reverberated, listening to the cavorting zephyrs of the aerosphere flitter into his ear-canals. The Uzumaki suspired and gandered at the village. "Hm…"
Naruto and Sasuke both stepped up onto their feet. The Uchiha's gulf of obsidian inspected the gigantic purlieu of the surreptitious nation while the Uzumaki's sapphire-chasms perused the village.
"Live according to your desires, okay?" Sasuke casually chuckled, flickering across the village and rolling into the pits of the district of the Uchiha-clan. "See ya later!"
Naruto gave Sasuke a lackadaisical and languid nod, slipping his hands into his pockets. The Uzumaki sauntered forward, sprinting across the roof-tops of illimitable edifices.
This was fascinating.
(-)
While Sasuke hurried.
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Sadness.
A/N: Bye.
