Twilight fell over the town in Iowa as Newt ran through the fields to the south. The stars overhead twinkled like candles in the darkness, and the moon shone a beacon of light upon Newt's path. He ran, he ran so far away, he just ran, he ran both night and day, but he couldn't get away from the growing resent he held in his heart.

Newt knew he was only using a fraction of his ability, but he didn't know how he could improve. Silver was long gone, probably dead, and he no longer had the amazing abilities. He couldn't even sense his aura inside him like he used to be able to. This feeling of weakness swallowed him whole, and nothing was able to weaken it's grasp on the young man's heart.

No, he thought, he couldn't let this get to him now. He would need to push away these feelings in order to progress on his quest. His destination, of course, was Puerto Rico, where two important people essential to his quest would be waiting for him, inside a prison. He headed for a forest area up ahead and continued running through, dodging trees.

"Silly boy, you'll never get anywhere running like that!"

Newt stopped and looked around for the source of that voice.

"Identify yourself, man!" Newt shouted at the man.

"You'll never finish your quest if you can't simply find me!" The man jumped from the trees in front of Newt. He was taller than Newt, around 5'11" and wore a cloak. His cloak was long and white, it was covered in red lines which probably made out some sort of symbol. His face was concealed by the shadow of the hat he wore, which was covered up by a hood he wore. His hands clutched a long rod, probably a walking stick, which he leaned on.

"Wh-who are you, man?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is my plan!"

"I guess I'll have to fight you for information, man!"

"Hmm, interesting suggestion!" He smirked.

Newt grabbed his sword and swung it at the man with incredible speed. The man easily dodged, moving backwards with his cloak flapping in front of him.

"You'll have to be faster than that, kid."

Newt clutched his sword and ran at the man, slicing furiously with accuracy and speed akin to a god. The man, of course, dodged every one of them perfectly. The man then stopped in his tracks and stuck his rod into the ground. Newt slashed the man clean in half, his blood covering the ground.

Newt breathed heavily as he stared down at the corpse. The man looked so helpless on the ground, defeated. But why would he let himself die? Unless…

Newt turned his head as a kunai knife flew past his face, slicing his cheek with precision. Newt looked back at the corpse to see it had disappeared. The man had somehow set in a substitute to look as if he had gotten killed. Newt looked back to where the knife had come from, and noticed the man now stood there, in the same position as he held when Newt cut him down before.

"Who are you and how did you do that, man?"

"Hmm, I think you may be unworthy of both of those answers, let us see. Catch up with me." He turned around, held his arms backwards, and bent forward as he ran away.

Newt gave chase, running as fast as he could to try catching up to the man. The man seemed to move at a superhuman speed, Newt just wasn't fast enough. He continued to run at his top speed through the forest as the man began to disappear from view. It then dawned on Newt something Cory had said and he had a vivid flashback.

Cory and Newt were in the woods where the abandoned building the president had demolished once standed. They were racing, seeing who was the fastest out of the two like most people do. They stood side by side next to a line drawn in the dirt by Cory.

"OK, first one to get to the end of the other line wins, got it?"

Newt nodded sadly, ever since he had lost his silver powers, he was miserable (This is after the battle of Berlin). They stood in ready positions near the line.

"OK, ready, set, go!" Cory shouted at the took off, Cory running with his arms behind his back. Newt lost that race.

"Cory! How did you do that, man?"

"I just hold my arms behind my back, like Naruto, and it makes you go faster… faster… faster…. faster…"

Newt now knew what he had to do in the present. He took the aerodynamic position Cory had held. His back aimed forward, his arms held straight back, and his head tilted up. Instantly, he felt his body accelerate forward at a speed he couldn't have reached before. Now, it seemed, this task would not be impossible to the young man known as Newt. He saw ahead the outline of the man through the fog. The man turned around and smirked to himself, then stopped. Newt propelled forward, trying to stop and ran into a tree, effectively ceasing all forward momentum.

"I see you have learned the run, kid."

"Yes, I have learned it, man, now can you tell me who you are?"

The man stroked his chin and held his hands in front of his chest in a hand signal, "Shadow clone jutsu!" As he shouted this, the man instantly cloned himself a million times around Newt, as if an army had spawned out of one. Newt began to sweat as he was not outnumbered.

"I will give you answers when you earn them." With that, he turned back into one and jumped into the trees. He turned to Newt and stared at him, beconing him to come.

Newt, being the clumsy loser he was, tried to jump into the tree, but was unable to reach the height of the man. He continually tried, but it was worthless, he couldn't do this. A feeling deep within the darkest reaches of his insides could be felt, he had seen this move before somewhere. Espio.

They were within the forest heading toward Washington DC. Cory seemed to be in some sort of trance. They had stopped to hunt for food in this forest. It was decided that Newt and Espio were the most capable people to hunt, as Michael was against killing animals, and Blaze was incompetent. Espio, of course, was disgusted by this decision.

"You better not slow me down, worthless loser."

Newt nodded, but knew he wouldn't be able to. Espio bent his knees and jumped up with his body stretched straight, he flew up into the trees, where he squatted on the branch. He then pushed off the branch and landed on another, jumping from branch to branch through the forest.

Newt, of course, was left behind. The flashback faded away as screaming was heard behind them.

Newt looked up again, this time determined to reach the branch. He bent his knees and jumped, his back straight, but was unable to reach the branch. He landed on the ground and dusted himself up, standing up once again. He stared up at the branch again, and took his position. He could sense every muscle in his body straining as he squatted down, feeling some sort of power awakening inside of him. He jumped.

The world seemed to move in slow motion as Newt flew through the air, an entire forest seemed to be a speck of dust to him as he saw the entire vastness of the universe. Not even molecules could behold this power within him. The fuel that flew through him on a spiritual level, as if his soul existed on a separate plane of reality. When he looked down, he saw he was in the trees with the man.

"Good, you're learning fast, kid. You can call me 'sensei,' Naruto sensei."

Newt's eyes widened as he heard that, was this the real Naruto? The one from the legends?

"This world is falling apart, I'm glad I can be a part of helping you sew it back together, until next time." With that, he saluted and disappeared, leaving Newt dumbfounded.