Chapter 7: What Everyone's Up To
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
A/N: I've made a change with something. Thoughts will now be like this, 'thought' not "thought"
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Two Weeks Later
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Naruto sat a top a branch outside of the women's bathhouse with a notebook and pencil in one hand and a long, red telescope in his other. Jiraiya had sent him to collect more research on the women of the bathhouse. Basically, all Naruto had done for training is study women's private areas. Although he didn't mind it, training still stood at the top of his mental list of things to do. He hadn't seen Gaara, Sasuke, or Itachi for a while and he wondered if they were faring any better than he.
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Training Grounds
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Sasuke panted as small beads of warm sweat trickled off his scratched up chin.
Kakashi had been working with him day after day for hours upon hours. The students of Kakashi were sent to a revered tutor in the village. Whether he wanted to or not, Sasuke had to work on his jutsu non stop. In brief, Sasuke would rather be somewhere else.
"Why do you have to work me like a dog, master?" questioned the panting Sasuke.
"Simple, it's all for your benefit. Plus, I've always wanted a student like you. You resemble me in so many ways," Kakashi calmly answered. What looked like a smile could be seen outlined on his mask.
As soon as Kakashi finished, Sasuke preceded to attack Kakashi again. Only one thought still rattled around in his brain.
'What in the world is Gaara up to?'
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Deep Within the Bowels of the Forest of Death
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Gaara sat upright against the trunk of a beat up tree in the Forest of Death. Sand covered the ground of the caliginous forest and Gaara had a sense of bloodlust flowing through every part of his body. Somehow, the Shukaku had found a way to influence Gaara even more than ever.
"I will kill my opponent with my sand. It will be a nice long strangle. Then, I will strike fear into these humans," diabolically plotted Gaara as he began a maniacal laugh.
Gaara stood up and with a flick of the wrist, the tree in front of him exploded in sand. After watching the destruction with glee, Gaara gathered all of the sand in the forest and sent it in one direction, tearing down parts of the forest.
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