"Hi." = thoughts

"Hi." = talking

"Greetings." = Biju speaking

"Lightning Style: Lightning Bullet." = Jutsu

(-) = finishing to a new situation

Bye.


The atmosphere itself rumbled. Sardonic-icy irises glistened unhurriedly. While unadulterated blandness saturated the air.

Naruto Uzumaki's bored, arid features twinkled incuriously. He eyed the crack reflection. Placing a brittle hand onto his head, he dishevelled his hair.

Naruto breathed to himself, as he hastened out of the bathroom. He was reincarnated into this body less than 4 months ago.

He was an ethereally normal, mundane 15-16-year-old boy: And, despite it only being a few months, Naruto was incapable of completely recalling his other life.

Naruto slumped his shoulders indolently. With much fortunateness, he still remembered his buddies, and hobbies. This included the shows – and franchises - he watched.

He and his friend were both participating in a childish race. The competition was supposed to be simplistic and hastily finished. Still, all he remembered was a honk - or beep until dimness engulfed his vision.

Naruto, then, woke inside a glossy, satiny bed in an unidentifiable apartment complex. His new life's apartment complex.

When he became aware of his circumstances, he blithely speculated if he could utilize the Uzumaki-Sealing-Chains. That desire died immediately - for he realized he was left alone in this fictional-place.

Naruto sighed. He shook his skull, unlatching the window, hopping onto the window sill; unexcited. The age of his body was near 7-8. Meaning; Canon was coming.

Naruto – When he was reborn - was unable to leap from separate roof-tops. And, when he recounted Canon-Naruto's memories.

Well, the recollections were simply a blur of Canon-Naruto's inhuman speed. Of course, all Shinobi-In-Training and full-fledged Shinobi would perceive the Earth in a blur - as they sprinted.

Instead. Naruto accessed his Canon-Self's memories, and manipulated them into a blanket of assurance. This assurance would allow his mind to be at ease, when leaping.

Crouching, Naruto immediately unfurled his legs. He glided through the air before steadying onto another roof-top.

Naruto staggered, still not fully used to the hastiness he flew with. Bending his knees, he rocketed forward, the atmosphere drifting into his face.

Scanning his memories – Or Canon-Naruto's -, he snapped into obscurity, as he approached the Shinobi-Academy dispassionately.

Perhaps it was a selfish ambition. Reborn-Naruto was enraptured by the series called Naruto/Naruto Shippuden. He was aware of the alterations Canon-Naruto would shape.

This selfish ambition of his. This was something he craved for in his Earth-Life. He wanted to simply live normally; liberated from it all. Still. Madara. Obito. Zetsu. Isshiki. Kaguya.

They were sizable obstacles, and problems. And, most of all, he was simply a child. A teenager: who wanted to live buoyantly.

Meaning, he would live this life as his own person. Unworried by certain situations. If he wanted to battle, he'd battle. If he desired sleep, he'd rest then.

Which included his cravings too, occasionally, mess with others. While gaining strength was necessary. He would learn with uncontaminated patience, when it was required.

Exerting his head, Naruto peered into the extensive distance, discerning Konoha's Academy with a bland sigh. The Uzumaki stooped his legs, becoming physically unidentifiable.

Naruto staggered onto the lane. Exhaling sardonically, he looked up, at the front gates of the institution.

Then, amusedly, he glanced towards the Hokage-Stone-Faces, the 5th Stone structured with Orochimaru's inquisitively scientific expression.

Breathing through his nose with considerable mirth, Naruto strolled forward, sliding his hands into his pockets. He hummed patiently to himself, blending in with the crowd.

A flood of students; including parents, stood out of the school. The children exuberantly shuffled in minuscule groups into the place's entrance.

Others were languid, similarly to Naruto, in their gait and lazily walked. Naruto increased his pace, approaching the doors.

He swam through the corridor, being wary enough to dodge faceless individuals. He heaved his skull over, staring into the class.

Thankfully, as he was only 7-Years-Old, Naruto's change in behaviour wouldn't be too suspicious. It would simply be considered maturity growth, maybe.

Naruto slipped into the room noiselessly, not needing to amass the populace's attention. He hopped onto a chair, sending a bored hand under his cheek.

(-)

Iruka Umino. He was a simplistic academy instructor. A Chunin; the middle-ranked. Walking into the area, he smiled genially.

"Morning, class." Iruka strolled softly into his chair, clutching a stamp, and numerous sheets. "We're starting this lesson with a brief examination."

He noticed his students slumping, with a quiet groan escaping separate lips. Gathering the papers, he neared the rows of desks.

Most of the children were present for class, excluding Kiba Inuzuka. Sasuke Uchiha. And Shikamaru Nara. And Iruka was associated with his pupils considerably.

Which was enough for him to immediately recognize the ones, who decided to either skip class, be late, or were sick. Of course, when a student was ill, a quick hospital trip would heal them up.

Medical techniques could effortlessly heal a normal person up. Which meant that feigning sickness was meaningless if someone were to want to skip class.

Nearing the back of the room patiently. Iruka discerned Naruto Uzumaki; container of the Kyuubi. He became a soundless, impolite, gracious child months ago.

Perhaps it was his treatment from Konoha. Or his own realization that the children his age wouldn't play with him, Naruto clicked into a personality of unbridled silence.

Sliding the paper in front of Naruto: who glanced nonchalantly at the exams. Iruka flickered to the centre of the room, looking up, towards the clock.

"Start please." The instructor stepped out briefly, eyeing the corridors for the 3 missing students. Exhaling, he returned to the class. "40. Minutes."

More, quietly sounded groans flew into the winds. Iruka dropped into a chair, stamping a letter.

(-)

30. Minutes. After:

Naruto tapped his pen against the wooden desk. He slanted his head, scratching the side of his neck. The test was simple, it was about the Konoha's history.

Glancing at the barely opened window, Naruto noticed a Kitten spring onto the window's sill, wearing a collar with the Uchiha's mark.

Naruto immediately checked where Iruka's stare was situated. He sighed with relief when he saw the instructor's attention on stamping.

Signalling with his hand, Naruto observed the Kitten curl up onto the desk, with a scroll wrapped onto its back. The Uzumaki uncoiled the scroll.

The Kitten uncurled, before hopping out of the academy, and disappearing through a corner. Naruto laughed mirthfully, eyeing the letter.

[Naruto-]

[Okay. I skipped class, and decided to mess around with Kiba and Shikamaru, but now…I kinda got them stuck into some sort of trap.]

[Help?]

[From your best buddy- Sasuke. Uchiha.]

Naruto slid the scroll into his pocket hastily. Then, he raised his hand. "Iruka-Sensei. Could I use the bathroom now?"

Iruka's eyes stayed firmly concentrated on his paper, he lifted up a finger, at the door, nodding. "Hurry up. Okay?"

The Uzumaki's languid, yet wary azure scintillated in affirmation, as Naruto ambled towards the corridor. He creeped through before noticing a window.

Unlatching it expeditiously, Naruto grinned; elated. Drifting into the training-area, he carefully flew into the bushes, watching a battle occur.

Naruto recognized Rock-Lee. Currently, he was dissimilar to his Canon-Self, as he was only starting to gain the determination which made him a skilful battler.

Naruto rose from the bushes. With ample masterfulness, his irises scoured the area. Naruto sprinted towards a fence, flipping onto a branch.

Naruto slid along the tree-bark, successfully withdrawing from the academy's proximities. Then, the Uzumaki crouched, uncoiling his knees, as he sprang upwards.

Whizzing into the air, Naruto's stature loomed above the population. When he came to the Uchiha-Districts, Naruto entered.

He discerned a few citizens, who all wore clothing with the Uchiha-Symbol embroiled into it, as Naruto strolled. His eye-brows raised themselves sceptically.

Itachi was seated on a bench with Shisui, both of them sporting normal outfits. Naruto approached them unworriedly.

"Hello. Mr. Itachi." Naruto indolently lifted a hand, standing still. He bowed his head. "And Mr. Shisui."

Itachi inclined his skull, a calmingly amicable smile was put onto his features. "Good morning to you. Naruto. Problems?"

Naruto's hand easily guided out a scroll. The Uzumaki hurled it at the Uchiha, who effortlessly captured the paper into his hand, examining it with ease, Itachi pointed to the woods.

"I saw Sasuke enter through the second path." Itachi intoned composedly, crumpling up the scroll. "He was alone. Which may make you curious."

Naruto slanted his skull thoughtfully, as the letter mentioned Kiba and Shikamaru, but still. This wouldn't become too problematic.

Bowing gratefully, Naruto nodded to Shisui, and he clicked into indistinguishability. The Uchiha{s} looked through the clarity.

"Pretty quick." Shisui unmindfully complimented, staring up - at the clouds . "Still. Itachi, let's speak about the purpose of this meeting."

Itachi's blankly warm pupils dimmed. He sighed wearily. His lips thinned into something akin to emotionlessness. "Of course."

"His death."

(-)

Naruto sprinted through the forests curiously. He stooped his knees before leaping. His sapphire irises immediately noticed Sasuke, who laid boredly on the grass.

The Uchiha's mouth involuntarily opened, as countless words spewed from his lips. "I kinda got the 2 of them sealed into this storage scroll."

Naruto nodded, once. He leaned onto a tree-bark, eyeing the skies insouciantly. "And you called me? The heck am I supposed-…"

Sasuke raised a hand with impatience. He strolled towards a bag of, supposed, supplies before bringing out the scroll. His language altered into something else. "Uzumaki. Clan."

The Uzumaki sighed. Naruto grabbed the scroll from Sasuke, as he eyed it carefully. "You channel chakra into the seal or something."

"You sure?" Sasuke straightened out the 2 of his arms, grabbing the scroll before flailing it around. "Would they be affected by this?" Once more, he flailed the storage seal.

Naruto's neck, inwardly, created a choked noise of mirth, as he settled onto the grass, cross-legged. The blonde rubbed his hair. "Yep."

Sasuke smirked childishly, throwing the scroll upwards, as he snapped some chakra into the seal. And watched Shikamaru and Kiba collide into a tree.

"What the fuck. Sasuke." Kiba stared with deep frustration towards the Uchiha, who merely shrugged, completely unbothered. "It hurts."

Shikamaru groaned lazily, slumping onto the grass with a simple yawn. "Good-Night all…" He mumbled, staying on the surface.

Naruto's lips curled up before separating his legs. Standing up, Naruto's hands entered his pockets blithely. "Well. See ya 3 later."

"Wait a millennia!" Sasuke bellowed laughingly, he raced towards Naruto, settling nearby. "I'm coming to." The Uchiha's knees stooped, as he hopped.

"I'm gonna get to the academy first anyway!" Sasuke's pupils shimmered with immaturity, as chakra pumped into his legs. "Which means. It's time for a race."

Naruto's nose surged with an amused sound, as he crouched, inspecting the woods briefly. His language changed momentarily, too. "We died for a race last time!"

Funnily enough. His troll of a buddy reincarnated with him. And became the frosty, aloof, Sasuke Uchiha. Still, he possessed a connection with chakra control.

Which he always used to enhance his brittle limbs. Naruto blasted at the trees, and smiled blithely. He rocketed through the woods with significant speediness.

Sasuke's coal-coloured eyes deepened challengingly. While his inner energy blasted into his lower appendages. The Uchiha became an indiscernible blur.

Naruto slanted his head in incuriosity. He was reborn into this world for no reason of decency, and decided to simply live in his own manner.

This manner, in which he lived, was unnaturally pleasurable. Leaping into the distance, Naruto's sapphire orbs glistened with authentic cheeriness.

(-)

Shikamaru Nara lazed around, sitting against a tree. His pupils loomed up, at the clouds, as Kiba murmured indistinctly in annoyance.

"Shikamaru!"

The called Nara shut the 2 of his eyes, placing his hands into his lap. "Huh?" He looked towards Kiba sleepily.

"The heck's Sasuke's deal?" Kiba ambled in circles, and folded his arms in annoyance. "Putting us in the scroll! He's fucking crazy!"

"When, in history, you learn to cuss?" Shikamaru dryly slouched, cracking open a single eye, examining multiple outlines of nature or something. "Those are bad words."

Kiba confidently pointed into the woods, where Naruto and Sasuke escaped. "Sasuke was speaking about the importance of cussing. I heard politics too!"

"Of course he was." Sasuke, in Shikamaru's inspections, was prodigious at specific topics, but sizably childish, always driving others nuts. "It's to be expected."

Kiba's opinion of Sasuke would randomly change. Sasuke Uchiha was a trouble-maker, mentally. He never made problems physically, only inwardly.

"Naruto's fine." Kiba was amicable with Naruto, who was anti-social at times. The Uzumaki was slightly clever, and, physically –Stamina-Wise- higher than others too. "I guess."

Shikamaru nodded in concurrence. Naruto was fine, while distant with others, and he was cordial to the point where his presence was acceptable.

(-)

Naruto left the woods, his heels ached with the hastiness he sprinted with, but still: His body was capable of moving with inhuman speeds, which was quite exciting.

Sasuke whizzed by Itachi and Shisui, sending them a gesture of a hand, as Naruto – soo n- followed. Shisui smiled amusedly, watching the Uzumaki glide.

"He's gonna be quicker than me, and that's for sure." Shisui whistled casually, hanging his skull upwards. "Sasuke and Naruto are problem-makers."

Itachi nodded sneakily, peering at where Sasuke's obscurity appeared. His pupils followed along, as they withdrew from the Uchiha-District and into the main-area.

(-)

Naruto heaved a sigh of diminutive exhaustion. Expeditiously, he hopped onto a fence before whirling into the air. While Sasuke remained on the path, drowsiness in his features.

The Uzumaki accessed his own chakra briefly, but was unable to manipulate it easily: as if it was a mass of uncontrollability. Naruto rushed forward, spotting the academy.

Sasuke, then, rolled onto the school's roof-top. He dispelled the chakra, and stood up, breathing deeply. "I used too much."

Naruto, himself, was sweating all around but looked, nonetheless, unaffected. He straightened his legs wearily. "You win."

"Of course." Sasuke bowed his head, smiling competitively. "I'm pretty sure I won in the other place."

Clicking his own tongue in unserious annoyance, Naruto hummed merrily, sauntering along the roof-top. "I definitely won in that place."

Sasuke, then, backtracked, as he snapped his head to the academy's fighting-area. His and Naruto's class were presently sparring.

Naruto's hand sprinted into his untidy hair. He observed a mock-battle between Shino, and Hinata, and they both simply stood still.

The Uchiha patted Naruto's shoulder blade, signalling his fingers towards Iruka, who noticed them immediately. "We're gonna be detained!"

"Oh, no it's the police." Naruto sarcastically retorted, pointing a thumb near Iruka, as the instructor flickered behind the duo. "Morning."

"It's afternoon." Iruka's eye-brows lifted; unamused. He grabbed Naruto and Sasuke by the edge of the cloths, and hurled them into the populace. "You're after."

Naruto exhaled quietly, tuning out the battle until he would be called up, as Sasuke instantly entered a conversation with some faceless students about politics.

The Uzumaki lifted his skull skywards, staring inattentively. He concentrated onto Hinata and Shino's spar, only for it to end.

"Now, as promised." Iruka coughed promptly, quieting the class, who appeared irritated. The instructor nodded. "Naruto Uzumaki. And Sasuke Uchiha."

The infamous duo saunter up to the centre of the area. With Sasuke initiating, as he placed his fingers into the seal of reconciliation. While Naruto smiled casually.

"Oh." Iruka's face brightened with a realization, and he blasted them a look of seniority. "Fight's starting now!"

Sasuke immediately straightened his arms. And they bulged with chakra. Naruto exerted his legs, springing above Sasuke's clenched hands hastily.

The Uzumaki smiled blithely. He steadied onto the surface, as he whirled to the side, dodging Sasuke's magnified-in-strength fingers.

Azure collided with coal briefly. Naruto furled his legs, before rocketing across the area, nearing Sasuke. The Uchiha was conspicuously exhilarated.

Naruto's extended hand approached Sasuke's head, until the Uchiha's chakra melded into his legs, Sasuke sped forward, fisting Naruto's face.

The formerly-running fighter collapsed momentarily. Naruto spat onto the grass, rubbing his cheeks. "Nice one." He complimented.

"Nice speed." Sasuke's chakra channelled into his fingers, before the Uchiha shot forward, and targeted Naruto's stomach. "I'm physically slower, but with chakra, this is-…"

Naruto, still seated on the grass, sprang into a more malleable stance. "Okay. I'm gonna lose. F#ck your chakra control!"

Sasuke's hand crashed into Naruto's stomach. Naruto wobbled deliberately, toppling onto the dirt with considerable annoyance. "Damn. I lose." He admitted; chuckling.

"Winner. Sasuke. Uchiha!"

Sasuke dissipated his chakra. His pupils glimmered winningly. "Yep." He extended a hand, which Naruto accepted.

Separating from each-other's hands. Naruto scratched his neck indolently, whispering in another language. "Why the heck are you this good with chakra control?"

Lifting up his shoulders, the Uchiha shook his head unhelpfully. "I mean. I was a blue belt too." Sasuke informed.

Naruto's nose rasped amusedly. He rubbed his clothing, staring into the distance before stopping. "Of course back then. I was your punching bag."

"Still can't explain your stupid-ass control of chakra." Naruto maturely complained, a tint of sarcasm in his speech. "I need to access Canon-Naruto's memories to properly battle."

"Otherwise you'd be unable to fight with anyone." Sasuke cheekily mocked, his lips snapping into a smirk of slightness. "Inaccurate?"

"Oh, shut up." Naruto laughed, placing his hands into his pockets casually. "Canon-Naruto's memories help me a bunch. If I couldn't access them, well, I would be f#cked."

While this conversation played. Naruto and Sasuke stood near the side-lines, disregarding the other battles. Iruka ticked another name, and his hand swam in the air.

"Okay. Time for lunch. 1. Hour!" Iruka dismissed, watching the students scatter, either into the academy for the bento-boxes, or escaping the academy for the hour too. "Finally."


Naruto sauntered through the back-gates, with Sasuke following him incuriously. "Are we going to, Ichiraku. Ramen?"

"Yep." Naruto airily confirmed, hopping onto a fence, while inspecting the place. "You want something else?"

"Nah." Sasuke stomped on the cement for a few moments. "Ichiraku's pretty good." It certainly granted high-quality meals too.

"Canon's coming in a couple of years." Naruto carelessly informed. Sapphire peered upwards with considerable wariness. "You prepared?"

Sasuke uncoiled his hands, clenching them. He stared towards Orochimaru's-Stone-Face cheekily. "This is some kinda alternate timeline."

"You're excited." Naruto amusedly noticed, opening the flap to Ichiraku, as a bell hummed. "Geezer! 2 Miso Ramen, please!"

"Coming up!"

Sasuke and Naruto slid onto 2 of the chairs. The smell of brewing warmth filled the air slightly. "I wanna learn the 8-Inner-Gates."

Naruto's eye-brows lifted curiously. Placing a hand beneath his cheek, the Uzumaki blinked. "Unexpected. Where could you learn the gates from? That's a problem."

"The beast of Konoha. Of course!" Sasuke grinned wildly. He folded his arms, and nodded with elation. "I'm gonna become pretty strong."

"You. Lee. And Gai. This would be a trio of perfection." Naruto's mouth created a choked noise. "Well. I'm going to concentrate on chakra-usage techniques."

"Wind Style?" Sasuke quietly murmured, his curiosity piqued. His buddy's chakra was sizable, courtesy of Naruto's heritage, and chakra-usage techniques would work well. "Nice."

"Yep." Naruto shortly affirmed, noticing 2 fresh bowls of ramen on the desk. "Thanks for the meal." He bowed his head.

Sasuke, after indistinctly whispering his own gratefulness, started eating, as he picked up the toppings. Naruto and Sasuke ate with a comfortable silence.

(-)

"Geezer. Place it onto the tab!"

"Sure!"

Naruto rubbed his stomach comfortably, slipping into a calming stroll: He and Sasuke approached the academy, and swam through the corridor. then, entered class.

(-)

After-Noon:

Sasuke slid through the open lane, disregarding the other Shinobi-Citizens in his path. The Uchiha-District was calm: With the atmosphere inhumanly peaceful.

He neared his accommodation. And stopped at a significantly large compound. Opening the door, he placed his shoes onto the carpets.

The unkind silence drifted in the winds. In this…Changed timeline; which Sasuke named. The Uchiha-Clan head. Fugaku, supposedly, went missing on a mission.

Then, Mikoto Uchiha passed away, after Sasuke's birth. While the time-line was different too, some aspects were the same.

He noiselessly crouched, dodging a skilful barrage of Shurikens. Itachi blurred into existence, which Sasuke was not scared of. The taller-Uchiha nodded, impressed.

"Your speed is growing." Itachi blankly assessed. Sasuke still discerned that concealed warmth in his pupils. "Work well."

Sasuke grinned casually, sliding his shoes into the corner. "Of course. Chakra control is sick." His expression thinned into something excited.

Itachi's lips curled up slightly. He distorted, fading towards the opened window. "Dinner's on the desk." He informed.

"Thanks." After a long morning-to-afternoon in the academy, dinner looked greatly good. "Firstly, to the showers." Sasuke walked upstairs unhurriedly.

(-)

Kurama's unsparing, wild tails swayed anciently. The Kitsune choked. "Damn. Watching my own world as a show is stupidly entertaining."

Naruto grinned amusedly, sitting cross-legged on a crimson chair, courtesy of Kurama's chakra. The Uzumaki slanted his skull. "I was sure you'd hate me or something."

"Oh." Kurama smiled barbarically, placing his tails onto the fire-brick cushions. "The tailed-beasts aren't considered monsters. Dissimilarly to this other world."

"Why are you sealed in me then?" This was certainly new information. Naruto rubbed his chin musingly. "I'm kind of curious."

"Heh." Kurama smirked casually, lifting up a tail, as he scanned the endlessness of the mind-scape. And sighed. "I picked you to be my container."

"Now this…I need to hear!"

(-)

Morning:

Sasuke, once he completed his morning shower, hung the towel onto a desk. He changed into his normal clothing, and left the bedroom.

He hopped into the lower-section of his lodging. And scurried out of the window. Sasuke's pupils scanned Konoha, unnaturally excited.

"Sasuke." Itachi patiently called, the sound of plates piling in the atmosphere. "You can get out after breakfast's finished." He intoned.

"Sorry." Sasuke glided from the window sill. He entered the kitchen, and watched Itachi blur with a hand gesture. The Uchiha sprang onto a chair quickly. "Thanks for the meal."

(-)

After, Sasuke walked out of the Uchiha-Districts, and noticed Naruto, who was eyeing a scroll with a deep examining pupil. "Morning." The Uzumaki greeted graciously.

"Studying?" Sasuke leaped onto the fence hastily, looking around Konoha with gleefulness. "I'm gonna be getting some weapons. Wanna come?"

"Sorry, no." Naruto shook his skull. His sapphire spheres glistened wittingly. "Need to learn something."

"Okay...See ya later!" Sasuke hurried onto another roof-top, as his legs bulged with chakra effortlessly. "It's time for some Kunai!"

Naruto's nose rasped again. While he scoured the scroll for necessary information. "This is indisputably going to be helpful."

(-)

Sasuke whizzed through Konoha, passing an occasional Shinobi in his lane of sprinting. He was slower than Genins, of course, they could catch up to him immediately.

It was sizably boring with no company. Still, Sasuke entered the store silently. He picked out a few Kunais and Shurikens, sliding them onto the desk.

The owner was not completely conversational. Soundlessly, he placed the weapons into the bag. After Sasuke gave him the money, he leaped away.

Sasuke skimmed through the numerous items preparedly. Slinging the bag into his, well, side-bag, the Uchiha scoured the area.

"Where is Gai-Sensei?" He was certain Gai would be rushing around Konoha, or challenging Kakashi to some kind of competition. "Damn. Too bad, I guess."

The 8-Inner-Gates were a powerful technique. Each gate enhanced the user's fighting abilities highly. Sasuke needed that strength for what was to come.

Dissimilarly to Naruto: who could access Canon-Naruto's memories. Sasuke's personality mixed with Canon-Sasuke's frigidness.

When he battled, it was as if something changed; he would fight with considerable callousness. And be unworried by what would happen after.

It was sometimes comforting. To not be worried with ruthlessly beating an enemy up, as Naruto was becoming less skilled: Canon-Naruto's skills wouldn't help soon.

The Konoha 12's skills would enhance. Naruto would need to increase his expertise quickly, unless he wanted to stay weaker. It was the baleful and bitter truth.

Shaking his head, Sasuke walked impatiently towards the Nara compound. Where he noticed Shikamaru, watching the clouds.

"Shikamaru." Sasuke inclined his head, peering into the skies with incuriosity. "I need your help with something of significance!"

"Nah." Shikamaru declined, and then twisted towards the grass: as if Sasuke would spring some shuriken into the wind. "After the storage scroll. I'm not helping you anymore."

"I need some word-help." Sasuke sank into a seated posture, tapping his knee quietly. "If you were 2 fight two S-rank fighters, what would you strategize?"

Silence hummed in the atmosphere briefly. "I would use the clone-technique and send the enemy's attention somewhere else. Then, I'd run away."

"Good strategy." Sasuke nodded slightly, concentrating on his chakra, and felt as his limbs pumped with strength. "More chakra, now."

"You're pretty creepy." Shikamaru unmindfully admitted, making Sasuke's face thin into despondency. "Who the heck seals people in storage scrolls?"

"Me!" Sasuke stood up ebulliently, hands pressing onto his sides. "I am the person. The person who puts people into storage scrolls!"

"Ain't that the truth?" Shikamaru's nose choked, still facing away from the Uchiha: afraid of Sasuke sealing him away. "I'm tryna sleep, get outta the compound."

"Sure. Sure." Sasuke chuckled, and merrily rushed through the gates. "Bye." He childishly extended his middle/index fingers.

(-)

Sasuke sauntered through Konoha, with a rigidly cheeky countenance. The Uchiha's hands flew in the air, as he walked.

When he awoke as Sasuke Uchiha, sleeping in an unnaturally noiseless lodging. He wasn't necessarily scared, it was more similar to his mind understanding the occurrence.

He was reincarnated. While he wasn't religious with his previous life. He was aware of the gimmicks in separate cultures.

When he went back to sleep, something kept calling him. Now, it wasn't a person. It was his chakra, and he grew a connection with the inner-energy instantly.

The chakra grabbed onto him childishly; allowing him to manipulate it to death. Which confused Sasuke. He never utilized an elemental-summoning energy, yet still - this was easy.

Sasuke pumped chakra into his fingers, watching them bulge slowly. He stopped walking, eyeing his limbs, interested.

His chakra snapped, returning to his chakra-system, as Sasuke whistled buoyantly, gesturing at the other citizens.

While he was no longer the 2nd heir to the Uchiha-Clan. Fugaku was quite popular in the population. And his kin would be granted similar kindness.

Sasuke scratched his neck comfortably, ambling into another path, until he discerned an existence. Kakashi Hatake was seated on a branch, with some literature.

The Uchiha's face clicked into that of a troll's. This morning was perfection. Bouncing onto a nearby branch, Sasuke unblinkingly stared.

Kakashi's attention remained on the book. Seldom, his eyes giggled lecherously. The Hatake, finally, looked up, sending Sasuke a lazy-eye. "Greetings-…"

"Kakashi Hatake." Sasuke folded his arms, bowing his skull slightly. "Time for you to learn about the political status of Konoha, okay?"

"Huh?"

(-)

Naruto clasped his hands, in bored concentration. His ears perked up at any sound. He thinned his lips, unspeaking. The Uzumaki's chakra lashed inside him uncontrollably.

"This is annoying." Naruto sardonically complained, separating his hands, entering a slouched posture after. "I'm gonna work on something else."

Naruto straightened out the two of his legs, crouching he bounced upwards. He sprang into the air, considerably high. Dropping onto the surface, the Uzumaki sighed.

He was reborn into an alternate timeline. And using the information Kurama granted him, a bunch of details were the same.

The Uzumaki glided along the corridor, unlatching a small, compacted room in the apartment complex. Naruto coiled up his hands preparedly.

While punching bags were inaccessible in this place. Naruto, discreetly borrowed – stole - one of the wooden targets from the training-area.

His hands sped forward, colliding amateurishly into the targets. The Uzumaki's azure eyes dimmed, as he planted another unskilful punch.

Naruto huffed deeply. He would stop counting on Canon-Naruto now, as this was the best decision if he wanted his abilities to grow.

(-)

4. Hours. Later/After-Noon:

Itachi dispersed briefly, blinking into existence nearby Kakashi, whose pupils appeared traumatised. "After-noon. Kakashi."

The Hatake simply glanced untrustingly towards Itachi. The Uchiha's features snapped into natural blankness. "Itachi. Sasuke's going to be a political monster."

Itachi's unemotional disposition fleetingly faded, as his eye-brows lifted with confusion. "Excuse me?" While his face whirled into natural indifference.

"No, Itachi." Kakashi drawled routinely, and, then, glanced with dismay around the area. "Sasuke spent the good 2 hours speaking about politics or something."

"You ignored him?" Itachi surmised with certainty, shutting his eyes amusedly, keeping it concealed. "You listened to the speech?" He guessed, hearing the silence.

"He forced me to!"

(-)

Sasuke soundlessly strolled through a park. He rolled onto the grass, similar to a normal 7-Year-Old, who was, currently, getting taught to be a killer.

The Uchiha bounced up, and scanned the area. The sounds of people moistened the air, casually. Sasuke's skull snapped towards a tree.

He sprinted at the bark, enhancing his leg with chakra, cracking it strongly. The coal-eyed child dissipated his energy, slumping.

His chakra-control could be expanded more. Still, Sasuke needed to concentrate on learning techniques. The Uchiha ambled deeper into the woods, hearing a thump.

Rock-Lee was determinedly slamming his leg into a tree, desiring to enhance his physical ability. Sasuke discerned Gai, concealed in the bushes.

Sasuke's excitement grew steadily before surging. He always wanted to meet the identical duo. Rock-Lee and Might Gai. This encounter was perfectly timed.

He silently tip-toed towards Gai, settling near him, while observing Lee's elation at the dent formed onto the tree. Still, after, he returned to the kicks dutifully.

"Another youthful watcher!"

This encounter was perfection.

(-)

Naruto hurried.

(-)

Sadness.


A/N: Bye.