A/N: Well… REVIEW, GODDAMMIT! REVIEW! (Grumble). 1000 hits and 30 reviews? SHEESH!
Now, to address some issues:
Someone was kinda miffed because Naruto's Taijutsu isn't immune to the Sharingan. This is true – but on the other hand, some techniques can't be copied. For example, Rock Lee's Omote Renge is a move that not even Kakashi can attempt – he simply hasn't had the proper training, and if he tried it, he would probably paralyze himself, or something.
Anyway, on with the fic!
Professional Ninja Skills for Idiots
Chapter 9
The Sandaime Hokage looked up from his desk, alarmed. Someone had triggered a trap on the outside… Sarutobi had many skills, most linked to being able to accomplish missions efficiently and quickly, and one of his most prized abilities was to be able to literally be one with the traps he made. Infusing it with Chakra, he could literally feel the moment anyone stepped across one, or triggered anything. If a Hyuuga had been in the Third's vicinity, they would have instantly realized this; a few thousand lines of glowing Chakra linked to him was slightly distinguishing.
Closing his eyes for a moment, his hands flickered through a short series of seals. "Turapu Shiryoku no Jutsu!" he muttered. The old man suddenly felt as if he had been plunged through darkness, emerging in a narrow, thin band of existence. Looking around him with his limited vision, he noticed a boy… what was a boy (an Academy Student no less, judging by the lack of a forehead-protector) attempting to infiltrate the Hokage's office for!
The old man gathered himself and followed the thread of chakra back to his own body, and producing a kunai from one of the vast pockets in his loose robes, he hurled it efficiently at one of the tiles in the ceiling. The tile swung open, and running towards it, he leapt up, disappearing into the ceiling. A few moments later, the kunai vanished, and the tile swung back into place, leaving no trace that anyone had been in the office mere seconds ago.
"Kai," the old man chanted, from his excellent – if slightly narrow – vantage point in the ceiling. The strand of chakra connecting him to that particular trap vanished, uncoiling and twisting until it smoked itself into nothingness. The trap, which worked using Chakra to attack the intruder by ripping out any Jutsus on them and sending it back in a shockwave of energy, disappeared as it no longer had a power source to work on.
Naruto fell to his knees, gasping for breath. His head felt as if it had been on fire for the past ten minutes – when he opened his eyes, he wasn't surprised to note that everything was coated in a bloody red haze. Shaking his head to clear it, he wiped the pained tears from his eyes and got to his feet, shuddering from the pain backlash.
"Oh, God… I can't believe I got past that. I can't foul up again, dammit… I need this to pass as Genin…" Naruto murmured to himself, catching his breath.
Meanwhile, the Hokage let go of his held breath in a grim hiss. Exactly who had told him that? Sarutobi had his suspicions… but for the moment, he would let Naruto do as he pleased.
Creeping into the room, Naruto threw a surreptitious glance around. 'No one there… damn, am I happy that the old man's security is so lax…' He slid into the room, still wary of any traps. Little did he know that he needn't have worried; the old man in the ceiling was frantically cancelling every trap around him, and in a while the room was practically completely safe. He sidled over, finally, to a large drawer – it wasn't hard to see it; after all, it was glowing like a watchtower - where there were numerous long sheets of paper, with line after line of symbols and writing on it. Each pulsated with a powerful glow of pure light, something that Naruto thought was rather conspicuous, not to mention obvious. "Sometimes, old man, you're really too silly," Naruto said exasperatedly to himself. Time to use the stuff Mizuki had gave him…
Sarutobi tensed, staring at Naruto. What would he do? The drawer was sealed for a good reason – forbidden techniques had been recorded on scrolls, techniques with such incredible power that they had been prohibited so that Konoha could remain safe. No one knew all of the techniques in there – not even the Third, himself. Even the Fourth had only managed to pore through four of the five scrolls, before he had found what he had wanted – the Shinigami no Jutsu, accompanied by some intricate, complicated seals.
As such, the seals that were on them were powerful indeed. Each Hokage spent a full day adding protections and shoring up the older ones, and passed on knowledge of the seals' inner workings only to his successor.
However, the bigger question was how had Naruto zoomed in on the exact cabinet containing the scrolls, when every single other cabinet in the room was equally nondescript and featureless? For all that Naruto knew (or should have known), he could have went to the cabinet for architectural purposes and found the plans to the new public toilet for the main Weapons Armory in town…
And what would happen when he tried to access the scrolls? The protections were immensely powerful. Sarutobi could not dispel them from where he was, nor would he wish to – if it indeed was Naruto (for the Third had entertained the notion that it might be a fraud, another ninja impersonating the lively blond who had gotten under his skin so deeply) what was he doing, trying to get the forbidden techniques? It was treason, pure and simple. If Naruto had to die… Sarutobi's heart gave a painful lurch at the prospect, and the old, weathered man sighed, a sort of melancholy suffusing him. What had to happen would happen. It was simple as that. He peered forth, carefully notating the blond's actions.
As such, he was completely unprepared when Naruto, grinning madly, took out a magic marker and doodled all over the seals.
Naruto grinned. "This is fun!" Drawing stick figures and crude depictions of toilet bowls and ramen everywhere, he whooped quietly in triumph as the seals, only parchment and blood (as ink), began to erode under the strain. The harsh scratching of the nib against the material was the only sound that echoed, in a sort of rhythmic stroking, across the room.
It took about 15 minutes, but he finally broke through the last seal. 'Just as well,' the blond thought ruefully. He was starting to get bored, and the ink in the pen had significantly dropped. Flinging the pen carelessly behind him, he readied himself to dig into the contents of the drawer. However, at the last moment, a gut instinct suddenly gripped him, and he flipped to the side.
A series of kunai flickered where he had been moments before, each one set to slam against the drawer in a line that was gradually pushing out Naruto step by step. He tried to flip over the kunais, only to be dismayed when they pulled themselves back and flung themselves at him simultaneously again.
"What the hell!" he cried, heedless of the noise he made. "They're ALIVE!" He twirled and dodged, sometimes even using furniture to hamper the paths of the kunai.
After a while, though, he started to find the notion of sentient daggers that never tired of chasing him across the room somewhat disheartening, not to mention the fatigue that was gradually spreading over his muscles. 'How do I stop them?' he wondered mentally, before he was literally hit over the head with the answer.
'Holy crap!' the boy exclaimed silently, wondering how in the world he hadn't seen them before – Chakra lines! They were everywhere, snaking from an innocuous-looking mahogany box in the corner.
'Well… I know what to blow up now, so let's practice one of those Jutsus I've tried!' "Hayai Kirukoto Kunai no Jutsu!" Digging his hand into his weapons pouch and retrieving a dagger, he pulled it out, somewhat clumsily forming a couple of seals, the knife swinging from his fingers in an awkward manner.
Naruto cursed his lack of practice, and rolled just in time to avoid a blade. Knowing where the kunais were coming from made determining their course of movement much easier, and he easily avoided them. Spinning the dagger by its ring around his finger rapidly, it picked up speed, soon practically glowing with energy and whistling as it sliced through the air. Throughout this process, Naruto continued to move around the decimated office, rolling as the kunais punched through parchment and wood, letting loose sheaves of paper float through the office, some whole but most of them cut sharply into two or more pieces. He tried his hardest not to let the kunai touch the floor – but he failed, and he grimaced at the cleanly-sliced through floorboards. His kunai was spinning significantly slower, but… now or never. "Take this, you stupid kunais!" he grinned madly, blood pumping through his veins. This was why he became a ninja – he loved danger. It was just so fun!
Still spinning the dagger, he spun it faster and faster until it reached the edge of his finger, then pulled his arm back before letting it spring forward in an elaborate motion that had taken days of practicing to even accomplish. The kunai flew forward at an incredible rate, almost like a bullet as it crackled forward, literally emitting a sound like that of an arrow flying past one's head, spinning all the while – Naruto cursed; even through all his practice, he could only get it to fly straight once in ten tries – and hurtled into the box, which Naruto now saw looked more like a stout pagoda. The pagoda split under the sheer force of the projectile; as Naruto had learned, speed quite often translated to power. The Chakra strings abruptly went limp, and disappeared. Naruto's smile widened. "I did it!"
Then, he suddenly saw the few hundred other strings that led to one spot in the ceiling, and gulped. "Oh dear."
A/N: Now, I know this is VERY VERY short. However, you must note this:schoolhas started! I've a lot of homework, but I thought I would just quickly squeeze this in.So, don't murder me! (Cowers behind laptop). And don't forget to review. Remember, REVIEW! Reviewis Good and means Faster Chapters.