cHaPTeR -3
After Naruto entered his home he placed all of his stuff back it was time for him to head out for the academy. First class started at 9:00 am sharp and academy gates closed at 8:30. 'A ninja must be on time, huh ?' but seeing as how he had 25 minutes still he was not going to miss his warm-warm tea,'sweet nice warm tea'. Naruto happily skipped towards his kitchen all the way humming as he poured some water in the kettle and placed it on the stove to get it boiling. He then started to change his clothes he placed his casual wear in the laundry basket and opened his wardrobe where he had 7 identical- hideous looking tacky orange track pants and removed one of them from the hanger and put them on.
Originally he used to dislike wearing them because it screamed tacky and he may not have had the inherent fashion sense ingrained in him like some of his female classmates but he had enough logic to understand what looked appalling and just his luck, what he had was what he could term as 'appalling'.
But he could not deny the utility of these clothes which is why he begrudgingly wore them. First, they were made of thick cloth and therefore were very durable. That translated into not getting cuts and tears during practise unlike some of his casual clothes that had been martyred in the cause of training his skills , jutsu(s) and physical fitness. Secondly, they were all season and all purpose clothes he did not have to change them according to seasons . In summer he just removed his jacket to reduce the heat and Finally they were cheap, cheap enough that he basically bought them for almost next to nothing.
'Seriously 14 ryo for 7 of these is just a steal, hideous looking or not. Ah...my tea! '.
Naruto hurried to turn the gas off. He open the kettle lid and added a teaspoon of green tea, he also tossed some sage and ginger slices and closed the lid back and waited for his tea to be ready. Meanwhile, he shoved some of his half filled notebooks and some stationary in his shoulder bag and he was ready to go. He poured the tea in his cup,took in the nice flavorful scent that was wafting in the air and gulped it awfully fast again. 'Keh, hot...hot'. He wore his sandals and locked his home and was off to school.
He reached his academy few minutes before gate closing time and entered his own classroom. The scene he witnessed as soon as he arrived directed him to the conclusion of, 'Zetsubou-teki (hopeless), these guys are beyond help if this is the future of konoha then I think the future is quite bleak'.
What he saw was tomfoolery at it's finest. Sakura and Ino were verbally wrestling each other to the ground for the chance of winning some imaginary favour that Sasuke would shower the winner with .
'As if that would happen'.
Meanwhile, Akamaru had stolen some of Choji's chips and Kiba had called choji a fatty and that he shouldn't trouble akamaru as 'he is only doing good for Choji', which had led to Choji nearly strangling Kiba by sitting on that guy's back as retribution for the mean remark. Shikamaru in a rare form of being ''completely awake'' had started a betting round on ''how many minutes would kiba survive''.On the other-side of the class kidomaru-san had glued two of the civilian girl's hair together by some kind of slime, Inazawa- san had sneakily secured a seat by Sasuke that had caused Ino and Sakura to blow up which had caused hyuga-san to curl up in a ball almost as if to protect herself from evil and finally there was a dark gloomy aura emanating from the corner of the class. 'It's Shino right?, yeah... it has to be him. (Gulp) Still I think I'll sit next to him at least the abyss realm is devoid of disturbances and is a place of silence.'
Naruto walked up to the 4th row and sat adjacent to Shino. 'O...Oo...Ohayou gozaimasu(Good morning) uzumaki-san' came an eerie voice from his left. Naruto's expression turned a bit blue but he answered in a confident voice or as much confidence he could put in because even to himself he sounded a bit shaky.'Yo...yo good morning Shino. Ogenkidesuka ?(How are you doing ?)'.
Before Naruto could get back the response a loud 'thud' was heard as the class-door was opened and shut ,Mizuki-sensei had walked in and placed his study material at the teacher's desk. All the chaos had settled down upon his entry and all the students dutifully arose, well all except Shikamaru that had decided that this was the best moment for his nap but was instantly disturbed when he received a smack to his head courtesy to Ino and then a sharp-ear pull by her that saw him standing as the rest of his peers. Everyone greeted the sensei and seated themselves upon his words ready for the class. The class progressed at a monotonous rate, four lessons were already over and the recess had started. Naruto as usual the only kid having no lunch or nothing to do ,decided to doze off and recharge himself for the remaining four lessons one of them were math and three of them were on politics. What really sucked according to naruto was each lesson an hour long. That meant 3 hours of boring lecture on different type of politics like system, clan , general and nation politics.
'Question: Shinobi of Konoha leaves (get it leaves ? lol.) place A at 8:00 am and reaches place B at 2:00 pm. An ally shinobi from Suna leaves place B at 10:00 am and reaches place A at 6:00 pm. Around what time do both shinobi's meet ?'
'Ugh...why does it matter ? I can't believe out of all people he is asking me to do math . Wait !, this pattern again. These lines, Why , why, WHY ARE MY THOUGHTS BEING WRITTEN AGAIN ? You stupid author is this your crutch is that it ? whenever you can't find meaningful transition is this what you're gonna pull off. You lazy bum and why the fuck would you EVEN INCLUDE MATHS IN A FAN-FI...
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