"He looks just like you Mio." Hiruzen stated in amusement as he looked down at the young boy. Perhaps he inherited her family's kekkai genkai he mused as he glanced over the boys light hair and pure white eyes. Even lighter than the hyuuga's violet. Perhaps he will also pick up on the clan's jutsu learning ability, he already has quite a large pool. It was a bit of an understatement actually at how much chakra the young boy had. He finished his inspection and smirked when the boy's father, Touma, nudged the boy which prompted him to formally greet the man.
Asahi numbly greeted the rest of the guests after Hiruzen left, and nothing else happened of note at the party. Afterwards, he was told to open his gifts, which he did and was only slightly surprised with what he had gotten. Rubber shuriken and kunai, picture books, a stuffed monkey (probably from Hiruzen), and way too much formal wear and clothing. It all made sense now, and he wasn't exactly displeased of this new world, just in shock, again. He saw the guests out then promptly made his way towards his room, exhausted and needing to sort through this newfound information. He could think on it tomorrow, however, and as soon as his head hit the pillow he was out.
Over the next few months he grew to accept his new life in full and embraced what he was born to become, a shinobi. He wasn't afraid to show some of his intellect, if only so he wouldn't be bored, and absorbed information like a sponge. He still hid most of his activities, however, and then it was finally time for training. Here he excelled. His mother teaching him of his family's kekkei genkai, and yes, he had one, hooray! And get this, he had power over light, how cool was that?! It was perfect for him as he could use light in so many different ways! Well, after he had done basic training of course. His parents had merely told him about it, but he had a long way to go before they would actually train him on it.
Of course that isn't to say he couldn't train his chakra control and whatnot. He spent most of his time sticking leaves to every part of his body that he could fit them discreetly. Neither of his parents were sensors, and although they could feel presences, didn't bother feeling the small amount of chakra he constantly emitted from the usage of the technique. At first he had blown the leaves away because of his large chakra pools, so he used some rocks because they would allow for use of more of his chakra. That was his theory anyways, in reality is caused a lot of pain as rocks kept falling on his toes. It worked in the end however, and his chakra control had improved immensely since the beginning.
He still kept most of his abilities from his parents as he just wanted to live peacefully with them a while longer. He knew what happened to prodigies from Kakashi's shining example. He hadn't me him yet, but maybe someday. Training was fun and he loved them both as if they were his first parents, perhaps even more so, and was a very happy and content child. It seemed he hadn't been doing as well of a job as hiding his training as he thought, and his parents had known he was capable of more than he was letting on. They just didn't question him about it and let him be, but they did plan on introducing him to the world soon.
The first time he left the village was when he was two, and only a few months from his birthday. His mother had to buy some groceries and decided he needed a break from training, so she basically kidnapped Asahi from his training, which he very much enjoyed thank you, and very easily convinced him to come as he had never seen the village before. Outside of the anime of course. She new of his need to explore and need to sate his ever burning curiosity.
It was huge. Like nothing he had ever seen before despite the towering cities of his old world. It was the perfect blend of rustic and new, with colorful shops and bright laughter throughout the village. He could see the Hokage mountain in the distance and smiled when he Saw Hiruzen's face staring back at him. Minato wasn't there, but he still didn't have a firm grasp on the part of the timeline he was in.
They shopped for a while, him stopping to stare at every little thing that interested him, and his fingers itched with the need to draw or photograph the scenes. His mother tugged him along patiently with a knowing glint in her eyes and an amused smile. When they finished their exploration, which he was hesitant to stop, she half carried him home as his tired legs needed a break. He had been training and walking all day nonstop, and it didn't help that he was still an infant.
He smiled to himself drowsily as he lost himself to his thoughts and itchy fingers as soon as he got home and plopped himself down to draw before being called to dinner and his father asked him about his adventure. He animatedly told him everything with his father chuckling all the while. They listened as he spoke in rushed words and jumbled sentences in amusement with warm gazes. The atmosphere radiated warmth and safety. This will be a treasured memory he thinks as he starts to feel his eyelids droop, but is hesitant to leave and sleep. His mother and father share a glance before his mother gently picks him up and brings him into his room before tucking him in bed and kissing him on the forehead. "Goodnight, my precious light." She whispers and he feels himself drifting off to sleep. His father chuckles in the background. He mumbles a groggy reply with a small smile before succumbing to his drowsiness.
Hi everyone! Sorry for the late update! A whole bunch happened this week so I wasn't able to write :p Hope you enjoyed, please leave a review and share!