A/N: This might be the last chapter, or at least it is for a while. I have lost motivation for this story pretty fast, and haven't written anything since I actually started posting. I will try to continue writing it, but I've got another fic I want to write about someone having Otsutsuki Hamura's soul sealed inside of them, and I've already started writing it, although fleshing out Hamura as a character is tricky.

Thank you all for the continued support on this fic, and even though I wont update it soon most likely, I'll try to get you something on here every so often if I have a splash of inspiration

It has been a few months after the clothes store opened, and it's already outselling the main store massively, due to the flocks of civilians coming to purchase clothes.

It's only a week until graduation and I'm pretty nervous about it, since I'm not good friends with any of my classmates, so being on a team with them sounds troublesome.

I had voiced these concerns with Fuji-sensei last week, and he said he would do something to help me out.

I'm simply sitting at the counter in the clothes store, counting the day's profits when I heard Fuji-sensei from the other room.

"Haruto-kun, come here please!" He called out, "I need to talk to you."

Walking into the workshop, where I started spending more and more time practising out of anxiety (don't judge me, it calms me down to beat metal into pointy shapes), I see Fuji-sensei sat on a wooden chair in the corner, as usual gesturing me to sit in front of him.

I was about to open my mouth to speak when he cuts me off, "Haruto-kun, did I ever tell you about the Fuji family?"

"You have never spoken of your family, Fuji-sensei," I respond, hearing the seriousness in his tone.

"It was a small shinobi clan, all of its heirs take the family name as their own, hence my lack of given name." He continues, "We weren't particularly well known, but we held a seat on the council and held an amount of power, but in recent years our numbers dwindled. I am the last one standing, and even I am on my way out at this point."

"Fuji-sensei, I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm sure you have a good few years in you still," I respond, trying to lighten the mood ever so slightly.

"You don't have to do that, Haruto-kun. Shinobi usually die young, I didn't, and I'm forever grateful for that, but I will soon." He continues, "I'm turning sixty soon, Haruto-kun. I've lived a long life, and despite my lack of biological children, I finally found a son in you."

My eyes tear up a bit at that, hearing he thinks of me as his son making me happy, but the idea of him dying making me sad, "I don't want to be left alone again."

"You won't be alone, I'll be watching always, and I don't plan on dying for at least a few more years anyway." He chuckles darkly, "but Haruto-kun, I wanted to ask you a simple question, will you please bear the Fuji name into the future? Become my legal heir and let me adopt you. You will be given all my belongings when I die, and a right to a seat on the council if there were to be 5 or more blood relatives of yours in the village bearing the name 'Fuji'."

"Of course I accept, all I ever wanted was a family, a name to call my own, not just some dead people who were never there for me because they'd rather chicken out and kill themselves than raise their own god damn child!" I speak, growing into a shout before screaming at the thought of my real parents.

"It's okay, Haruto, I'm here, you're okay now."

It's the day of the graduation exam, and I'm on top of the moon. We formally signed the adoption papers, which were longer than normal ones due to the Fuji clan technically rightfully holding a seat on the council, and I had legally become Fuji-sensei's child.

Walking into the classroom, nobody but myself and Fuji-sensei are there, waiting for the rest of the class.

As the class shows up, Fuji-sensei starts to take attendance, shouting out names and waiting for a response. As he gets to me, there is a gasp.

"Fuji Haruto." He calls out, a small smile on his lips.

"Here, Otousan," I call back, a beaming smile on my face whilst the other students gaze at me in shock.

The graduation exam was easy, pretty much the same as the placement exam I took previously, along with proving you can perform the academy 3, which I have been able to since before I was in the academy.

So basically, I graduated with flying colours as rookie of the year and got Hitai-ate, tying it around my arm. Team placements were to happen a couple of days after, so I went home and slept as much as I could through the anxiety.