Yah, I know, this is taking way too long for me to post, but I finnaly have the next chapter up! Any finfic stories I post will continue, the only exception is for it to be delayed. I will finish all my stories, Dattebayo! HAH! I told you I would have it up within the week (although a bit too late into it) But I did it! HAH!

Disclaimer: I will never (frowns) own Naruto... Unless they sell the idea on ebay, then I'll spend all my money on it!

Finally, an actual update on this long forgotten story!

Revised: 11/10/12, although it took a lot more than just one day…

Seriously, it's ridiculous how long this thing took...

I've already revised another of my stories, but for those of you who only read this one I would like to inform you that the previous author's notes will be preserved, and thus the only changes being made are those to the story itself... and the chapter titles

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Vibrations Chapter 2:

Good Things and Bad Things go Hand in Hand

With his bright blond hair, shining blue eyes and a happy, lighthearted smile one would think Naruto would become the next heartthrob for all female students in his class. But as soon as his name was announced, that first impression went tumbling down a hill until it engraved itself in the mud, never to be heard from again.

It wasn't so much the ridiculousness of the name as it was the reputation behind it. Even if it was the first time these students set their eyes on Naruto, rumor had been passed down from last year's graduates, from older siblings, and from parents. He was said to always play pranks, a few people even said that they were harmful to others. His grades were the lowest in all classes. If you tried speaking to him indirectly he would pretend that he couldn't hear you. A few sympathetic villagers had said that he was short of hearing, but they were few and far in between.

In front of the class the teacher stood overlooking his new students. The teacher wore baggy blue pants tied with white tape around his ankle, a blue shirt with two of Konoha's signature red swirls on the arms, and the iconic green chunin jacket. His brow hair was held up in a ponytail with a Konoha forehead protector displayed proudly on his brow. But his most distinctive feature had to be the deep scar that ran perfectly horizontal across his nose.

The man held up his hand for silence but amongst such a rowdy group of children such a small signal went unnoticed. Resorting to plan b, the man yelled a brisk "Silence!" that made everyone promptly stop whatever they were doing and stare at the disturbance. "Hello class, I am your assigned teacher, Umino Iruka. Most all of you have just started attending the Academy, and are probably unfamiliar with our rules and customs.

"Class gets out at noon every day for lunch, and you are free to roam around within campus grounds for as long as the break lasts. But you must be back in class and in your seat before 1:00 when class starts again. Class ends at 3:00, and you are free to go home to your friends and family. However, for those who are serious about becoming a ninja and want to advance further, you can sign up for our extra-curricular classes that start after school." Picking up a yellow paper placed on the desk next to him, Iruka held it up for the class to see before continuing. "If you wish, you can bring this home tonight and sign it with your parents. It will give us permission to teach you more than just the basic jutsus we plan on covering this year. If you bring it back to class signed by the end of the week, you will be enrolled in after-school classes. You will be responsible for doing all homework activities assigned to you in that class."

Iruka leaned forward, narrowing his eyes. "Though you are in class, all of you are still children. By the end, you won't be. You are responsible for how much you succeed. We as teachers will help you along the way, but you are the ones who are responsible to meet the end goals."

There was a silence as every student took in those words, but Iruka knew that the words were met more with confusion than solemn understanding. By the end of the student's time here, that would hopefully change. "Now, who would like to pass out these papers?"

Naruto, eagerly wanting to make a good impression stood up and walked down from the bleachers. He held out his hand, silently asking both for permission and if permission was given the papers. Iruka looked down at the boy who waited patiently and asked "What's your name?"

Flinching at the question and preparing for the usual response, Naturo spoke, "Ne-Naruto, Iruka-sensei."

Iruka's eyes flashed with recognition. Naruto looked at him and saw the recognition for what it was, and his face fell. He would start to glare at him, just like all the villagers. But Iruka's eyes contrary to his belief did not turn harsh, and he only handed him the papers while saying softly, "Ohayo Naruto, welcome to class."

Naruto's eyes widened and he broke out into a wide grin, "Ohayo, Iruka-sensei!" He yelled, enthralled by his reaction.

"Naruto, keep it down." Some of the girls giggled in the back of the class. "And start passing out those papers."

"Hai." Naruto ran around, passing out papers joyfully.

The day ended much too quickly for Naruto, but when he walked home, there was a bounce to his step.

o.0.O.0.o

It was nearly five, and Naruto went out to scavenge for food. The third had always tried to keep his shelves stocked with fresh food, but unfortunately a rat had found his way into the boy's food stock. Naruto had come across several ripe apples in the woods yesterday that he had eaten, but it wasn't nearly enough for his developing body.

The blond was used to having a limited supply of food. In the orphanage he had only been given the leftovers, after everyone else had gone back for seconds. The little he did get never seemed enough and so he had taught himself to search elsewhere. After a time of learning where to go and what foods to avoid, he always returned successful. There were times he had even found a surplus, and he gave a part of his share to those in the orphanage being punished. One of the ways the headmaster had loved to punish people was to lock the child in their room for a day without any meals.

As it was nearing seven pm, he was able to find a nice half eaten meal on the steps of a restaurant's back door, probably left there for the animals. He was so engrossed in eating the food that he didn't sense the cook come out of the kitchen of the restaurant next door. The chef threw a bag in the dumpster and was about to leave, when he saw Naruto eating his meal. His face immediately turned red. The cook grabbed Naruto's collar and yanked him up, yelling at him and throwing him as if he were a rat.

"Stupid demon." The cook yelled, "You're not even worthy of eating this trash! What made you so high an' mighty?"

"B-but sir!" Cried out Naruto, devastated that it was happening again, "This is the first real meal I've had in days! May I please eat it?"

"You're scooping down so low your begging!" The chef said, and with a louder voice, "Everyone, the great fox is begging!"

Some people who were in the streets began to laugh and jab, going into the ally. People began murmuring saying, "Kyuubi, you demon." Another woman spoke, "It's your fault! You killed my daughter and my husband! It's your fault I'm alone!"

Naruto was confused, what was the Kyuubi, and what did it have to do with him? "I'm not this Kyuubi person!" he protested.

"Kyuubi, Kyuubi." They ranted, on and on, in a chant, moving around him in an evil dance. Naruto saw their eyes turn yellow, their bodies incased in blackness.

Now Naruto's mind was young, but it was already scarred by beatings. In his mind it felt real, but these events could have just as well been his imagination, or a mix of reality and fiction. Sometimes the worst enemy one could possibly have was themselves.

Naruto, not wanting to see the words anymore, put his hands to his ears instinctively and ran away, trying to block out the sounds he could only see. He collapsed from exhaustion, and, not being able to hold himself together, blacked out.

o.0.O.0.o

Teuchi was following his regular schedule and heading home on his regular route, when something not so regular became apparent to him in the form of a young unconscious blond boy.

Dropping his keys and ramen bowl out of shock and anxiousness, Teuchi rushed to the boy's side and checked his pulse, sighing when he felt a steady pulsation under his fingers. The boy appeared to be malnourished, tired and covered in grime, but it was nothing a hearty meal, bath and sleep wouldn't fix.

Gently lifting the boy in his arms and placing him over his right shoulder, the chef slowly made his way back to where his porcelain bowl and keys were. He picked up his possessions, allowing the remaining ramen to pour to the ground, and took off down his regular route once again.

Teuchi was a chef by trade, and much like a medic who took it upon themselves to treat any injured, Teuchi had established his own code of honor to feed any who came to him hungry. In this case, he was the one who found the hungered, but it the end it really didn't matter. His code was simple: he would feed those who couldn't feed themselves. It was why he trained himself to become a chef, after all.

o.0.O.0.o

Naruto woke to the savory smell of ramen tickling his nose. Shooting upright he began the organic instinct of 'following your nose', giving no regard to his obviously foreign surroundings.

Teuchi heard the shuffling sound of his guest waking up and came up from behind, saying the ever classical, unimaginative and unoriginal "You're awake!"

Naruto only continued sniffing the air, waving his face back and forth with his nose pointed forward as a rodent would when searching for a particularly pungent odor.

"Excuse me." Tried Teuchi once again, trying and failing to get the attention of the boy. Getting annoyed at the lack of response the chef reached out and took the shoulder of the boy who was still trying to sniff out the source of the ramen sent, intent on giving him a stern talking to about being rude to one's elders, but stopped when he felt the boy flinch from under his touch.

Naruto jumped as soon as he felt someone touch his shoulder and stepped quickly away from the source, turning so that he had a clear view of his attacker. He kept quiet though. He knew it would only be worse if he spoke out.

Teuchi however was having a completely different train of thought, for as he witnessed the boy jump away from him he came to the conclusion that the young blond was deaf and quickly rebuked himself for having been prepared to yell at an unfamiliar boy just moments before. Having studied sign language not long ago Teuchi asked with his hands if the boy was deaf, asking with his voice for good measure in case the boy hadn't been taught sign language, or wasn't actually deaf, although Teuchi was quite sure he was.

Naruto for a brief moment looked at this man's moving hands in confusion before moving his eye's back to the man's face, catching the last words of a question. Immediately seeing the word 'deaf', Naruto went into denial mode. "Nope, not at all!"

Perhaps his voice had been raised a little too loud, if the wince from the man had given any indication.

"Don't worry, you're secret's safe with me." Teuchi tried to comfort the boy.

Naruto continued staring at the man with eyes that continued to grow. This man was the first to have discovered his secret, when he thought he had kept it hidden so well. Yet even with his growing fear, there was also relief. "Please don't tell anyone, mister. I don't want them to hate me anymore than they already do."

Suspicious over his last sentence, but also quickly connecting the dots as to whom the boy was with his unique whisker marks, Teuchi asked "What's your name, kid?" He wanted the boy to speak for himself, rather than draw his own conclusions.

Naruto cast his eyes downward, weary and sad. He gave a quick desperate plea to whoever was listening 'Please don't let him hate me.' Before he answered and looked up, "I'm Uzumaki Naruto, sir." Adding the 'sir' at the end for good measure. Not wanting to see the hate come into those eyes, and knowing that his luck for the day had already maxed out with Iruka, Naruto closed his eyes and waited for the impending beating. Yet as he waited, all he could sense was the smell of ramen growing stronger and stronger.

Hoping beyond all hope and reacting a bit from hunger, Naruto opened his eyes and just took in the magnificent sight of ramen held right before his nose. His gaze never wavered for one moment, and only registered that someone had put chopsticks in his right hand before he grabbed the bowl and began stuffing ramen down his throat. He stopped immediately when a thought occurred to him.

Looking directly at Teuchi with a serious face that looked rather comical on someone his age, he asked "Is it poisoned?"

Trying to hide his shock at the both random question and the horrible implications there were behind it, Teuchi replied with a shake of his head, "No, it's not."

A genuine smile replaced Naruto's serious frown and he quickly thanked the man before turning his eyes and chopsticks back to the ramen.

Teuchi watched at the boy downed the ramen, believing his words. Although he knew he was trustworthy, Teuchi couldn't help but ponder on how ill prepared the boy was for the real world. Though Naruto was quick to question a stranger and his motivations, he believed whatever that stranger told him, not even questioning if what Teuchi told him was the truth. 'The kid has a lot to learn.'

Placing his hand on Naruto's shoulder, he got a much better response than the last time as Naruto only looked up happily, his cheeks bulging from the amount of ramen the boy had managed to shove inside his mouth. "Hey, Naruto, what if I said that you could have a free bowl of ramen every time you came to my restaurant? Would you take me up on my offer?"

Naruto gulped loudly as he stood stunned for the fifth time in the few minutes that he had been awake. "Would you… really do that for me, mister?"

"Of course! Anyone who's hungry is welcome in my shop, although you'd have to pay for the rest of the bowls you eat." He tacked on, seeing how quickly Naruto was devouring his ramen. Thinking for a brief moment, the chef added, "…And you can just call me Teuchi."

"Thanks, Teuchi!" Naruto put his ramen bowl on the floor, the contents already gone, and lunged at the old man, hugging him with all his might. "Thank you thank you thank you!"

"No problem." Teuchi muttered, knowing that the boy wouldn't hear it.

Pulling away, Naruto let out a loud yawn. His stomach had been satisfied, and the only thing his body wanted to do now was sleep. The warmth of the ramen in his stomach tempted him to close his eyes right there, but he needed to stay awake for Teuchi.

"If you wish, you could sleep here." Naruto was barely able to read the words through his teary eyes, but he understood and nodded.

"Yes."

Naruto started to make his way to the couch when strong arms lifted him up. Even his tired mind registered the strange feeling, and warmth warmed Naruto's heart. He didn't know where it came from, or why the feeling of being picked up would have this effect on him, but he felt safe for the first time. Like the man's arms would protect him from any danger that came their way. It was so foreign to Naruto, but in that moment it felt perfectly right, and his body quickly relaxed, giving way to the most peaceful sleep he possibly ever had.

'Poor kid.' Thought Teuchi as he glanced at the now sleeping boy. Naruto's life had to be so difficult because of who he was burdened with, as anyone with a few minutes to spare with him would be able to tell. Teuchi placed the boy back down on the couch, grinning as Naruto began to lightly snore. He grabbed the sheet that hung over the couch and laid it over Naruto. "Sleep well."

Teuchi approached his daughter in the kitchen. "I'll be heading out for a while. Can you keep an eye on our guest?"

The girl glanced curiously upward from where she was kneading dough. "What guest?"

"A young boy named Naruto who's been in some rough times." Teuchi explained. "Keep him safe, he's lost his hearing but he can lip-read, so it shouldn't be too hard to communicate with him. Just try not to startle him if he wakes before I get back. I'll be heading to the Hokage, so I might not return for a while. He's free to leave whenever."

"Okay."

"Oh, and before I forget…" Teuchi searched his coat pocket and pulled out the Ichiraku business card. "Give this to him, will you? I may have only just met him, but we'll welcome him if he ever comes to us."

With that, the ramen owner took up his keys and left the apartment. By the end of the day he would make sure that the Hokage knew what was happening with their village hero.

o.0.O.0.o

Teuchi walked into the Hokage tower with determination in each and every step. Waking to the assistant's desk, he ignored pleasantries and went straight to the matter. "I would like to speak to the Hokage concerning some important matters that he should be made aware of."

The blond assistant immediately recognized Teuchi as the owner of Ichiraku, and though curious over why the owner of a ramen shop would want to talk to the Hokage, she was not one to turn away news of any sort. "The Hokage is very busy at the moment, but if the information you have to offer him is important enough-"

"It is." Teuchi verified without waiting for an answer.

"Then if I could be made aware of what news is so important, I can inform him and ring you in."

Not wanting to discuss Naruto with anyone other than the Third for the personal bias all civilians, and even some ninja, seemed to have towards him, Teuchi kept it vague. "Let's just say that it involves the safety of a highly important citizen of Konoha."

"Want to explain in detail?"

"Only with the Hokage."

The blond sighed and seemed to accept that she wouldn't get any more out of him. Toggling a switch whilst leaning into the mike sticking out of her desk, the assistant spoke. "Hokage-sama, the owner of Ichiraku has a matter of importance he wishes to speak with you about." There was a pause as the assistant listened for the Hokage's response through her earpiece, before addressing Teuchi, "The Hokage will see you now."

Wanting to make up for his earlier abrasiveness Teuchi bowed and said "Thank you for your assistance." He then walked through the doors to the office of the most powerful man in the village, and arguably the world.

"Hokage-sama." Teuchi respected the Hokage by bowing down before him.

The Hokage would have none of that, though, and waved at the man to stand upright. "No need for that right now, not when there are other things to do." He glanced notably at the paperwork piling up on his desk and obscuring the wood. "Now, you said there was an important matter you wanted to bring to my attention?"

"I came to address a matter concerning the container of the Kyuubi. I have no ill intent towards him," The man quickly added, seeing the Hokage's eyes darken visibly. "In fact, the matter I wish to speak to you about concerns his wellbeing."

Teuchi had the Hokage's full attention now. "Go on." The Third said, nodding his head for him to continue.

"I ran into Naruto for the first time today. At first, I didn't recognize him for who he was," Looking back he realized that it should have been obvious when he first spotted the iconic whisker marks. "The boy was malnourished, sleep deprived, dirty, and passed out on the street as I was walking home from work. I brought him to my home, but when he awoke he was very fearful of my foreign presence. I offered him food, and he mistrusted me enough to ask if it's poisoned, but believes what I say regardless.

"Hokage-sama, these events, and the way he has acted with me have me quite concerned for his wellbeing. I understand that the villagers wouldn't treat him well, but he should be better fed than he was! Doesn't he have anyone to look after him?"

The Hokage sighed at the matter at hand. "Naruto's is a very sensitive case."

"But still, I would think that he would get better treatment! He is a hero of the village, despite how most others take it, and that shouldn't even matter for he's still a child!"

"Things aren't that simple, though I wish they were." The Hokage let out a long drawl of smoke from the pipe his teeth clung to, pausing to consider what to tell the ramen owner. "There are people who would use Naruto for the power he has inside him, and others on the council are just as ignorant as many of the villagers and wish to do away with him, even locking him in a prison if it came down to it. It was a fight just to allow him to live as a normal citizen, if his circumstances can even be deemed normal.

"Naruto for the moment lives on his own. His food stock is replenished by only my most trusted jonin, and he is watched constantly. Though he is alone, he does partake in classes at the academy, something I was able to push through even with opposition. Admittedly, I am glad to have even got this far even if I should be raving mad at the injustice."

"I apologize, Hokage-sama, for doubting your abilities. Obviously helping Naruto has been an uphill challenge."

"One I hope whose mistakes will not be repeated." Sarutobi locked eyes with Teuchi. "You are one of the rare few who have actually come to me wishing to help Naruto. Though it may be difficult, I must ask, would you be willing to take Naruto in as your ward?"

Now it was Teuchi's turn to sigh in defeat. "As much as I want to, my finances just cannot handle it. My wife just died this month, and all of the money we had saved up and more is going into her funeral. As much as I wish for Naruto to have a happy life, I don't believe a mourning father and his daughter are going to quite have the desired positive affect that the boy needs. So for now, I must decline the offer, though I could check on Naruto every now and then."

"That would be very much appreciated, yes. And if you could supply Naruto with some ramen from your restaurant, that would go a long ways towards helping him. It would be on my tab, of course."

"I had already offered him a free bowl of ramen for his every visit, though I asked for him to pay for any other bowl."

"With his finances as they are right now, it would be better for any other bowl to go on my bill. Besides, even if Naruto couldn't pay much, he'd still eat you out of a restaurant. He once ate two plates for appetizers." The Hokage chuckled at the memory. "I can offer a little extra to supply for any other needs, as well."

With things resolved, and a better looking future for Naruto, Teuchi smiled for the first time he stepped inside the office. "I will take you up on that offer."

"Good." The Sandaime smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I myself would have given you income to help pay for Naruto if he was to stay with you, but the strain of the Kyuubi attack, even so many years after, are still affecting the economy, with plenty of money being pulled from my pockets. I was only able to give Naruto what he has now by enforcing my rights as Hokage and obtaining his apartment free of charge." The Hokage took a fountain pen held up on his desk and wrote on a small piece of paper. "This is Naruto's address for when you check up on him. I won't ask for any particular day, but I would like it if you went over at least once a week."

Teuchi walked up and took the paper from the Third's knarred hand. "I'll do that."

"Thank you. It really is a relief to know that someone else is looking out for Naruto." Sarutobi gave the papers on his desk an eye over 'Good heavens, are they breeding?!'

"I'll be on my way then." Sarutobi only nodded, not really paying attention to the chef anymore. He contemplated summoning fire to be rid of the issue that was on his desk, fearing that the paper epidemic might spread to cover the whole of Konoha. But unfortunately, the papers did not expand right under his distrustful eye to give him a reason to do so. After a moment of inaction, Sarutobi slipped the first paper to the only clear spot on his desk and took up his fountain pen as though it were a sword.

He swore that one day he would catch them in the action of multiplying. One day.

o.0.O.0.o

Naruto woke up with his eyes still closed. Rough fabric met his skin from both under and over him, and as he inhaled he was greeted with the scent of an unfamiliar -though heavenly smelling- household. He cautiously opened his eyes and sat up, slightly annoyed when pins and needles began prickling his sleeping left leg.

For a moment, he regarded his unfamiliar surroundings before his memories jumped into place. He looked around quickly for the old man that helped him but did not spot him. He pondered for a moment, trying to remember his name but decided to just call out, "Oji-san, oji-san!"

He began to walk around the apartment in search of the kind man to thank him once again, when he spotted a young girl. "Who're you, nee-san? Do you know where oji-san is?"

"I'm Ayame, daughter of the 'old man' you were calling to. My father went away to speak to the Hokage about something important, but he hasn't returned yet." She held out her hand, "Naruto, right?" She waited for the blond to grab her hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You too nee-san!" Looking around, Naruto spotted a clock and took in the time. It was already dark outside. "Um… I should go 'cause it's already pretty late…"

"Would you like me to walk you home?" Ayame questioned. She was proving to be every bit as benevolent as her father was.

"Nah, my home's just around the block. Besides, I've been out later." Naruto stated confidently.

"Well, if you're sure…"

"Yup!" Turning around quickly Naruto made it to the door right as Ayame called out for him to stop. She stepped up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder to grab his attention before he opened the door. "What, nee-san?"

"I'd just like to say on behalf of my father, that you are welcome at any time, whether at our home or at our restaurant, Ichiraku. My father wanted me to give you the address before you left." She handed him a folded square of paper. "Whenever you need, don't ever hesitate to come to us, okay?" She recognized now what her father meant by rough times. The boy looked half starved, even with a bowl downed. She was sure her father would say the same thing to Naruto, if Teuchi hadn't already.

Then Naruto, showing more maturity than he had ever let on, bowed and said "Thank you for the generosity that you and your father have shown me!"

Waiting for him to rise back up, Ayame responded "It was our pleasure to help." 'Stay safe.'

o.0.O.0.o

Walking out of the apartment with his body lowered and flinching as though every step caused him pain, Naruto stated "Why must they be so mean to me?" He glanced around at the few who were still walking around at this time and had spotted Naruto emerge from the building. Their eyes were lit up with hatred, but they seemed to glance over at the door approvingly.

'I'm sorry, oji-san, nee-san, but if the villagers saw me happy with you, then you would be hated too…' Naruto had run into few people over the years who would willingly talk to him. When they exchanged words with him, the villagers who had glared at Naruto would glare at the stranger too, as if they were doing something that personally offended them.

Even if he made sure to never see them again, Naruto was still happy of what they had given him. He thought it was only right that since they had given him something so precious, that he would repay them in kind by making sure that the villagers didn't glare at them too. He glanced around and read what some were saying off of their lips.

"Glad they threw him out."

"Who knows what others would do if they saw him come from their house."

"I heard his wife just died."

"The demon is probably trying to mess with them some more by shoving her death in their faces."

Naruto tried to the best of his ability to ignore what others were saying, but though he wouldn't know as long as he kept his eyes on the road, he could still feel their iron gaze penetrate through him. It was as if their hatred was a tangible force shoved onto him, forcing him into oppression. He didn't even need his hearing back, his mind filled him with the words that he knew were running through everyone's mind. He couldn't take it anymore.

He needed to get away.

Naruto ran with all his might. He ran through the streets past buildings and parks. As he ran tears streamed down his cheeks, his breath caught in his throat, and he staggered several times. But he never stopped running.

He arrived at his apartment only to stop and question himself. No, he didn't want to return there, not yet. It was small, hardly occupied, and empty… empty of life, of family, of love. Empty empty empty. Just like him. Just like him. He had to go further. He had to go beyond the gate. He had to escape. He turned around and started to run again, a new destination set.

Why? Why did everyone subject their hatred onto him? What had he done to everyone that made them so upset at him? He couldn't stop running now, he wouldn't. If he stopped, those visible voices would come back to mock him, pain him. He ran through the village gates without thought, running into the woods, only trying to get away.

Why couldn't he have friends?

Adrenalin pumped through his veins. His muscles were strained and his breath came in ragged gasps. Finally, after what seemed like hours, he spotted the wall of foliage, shadowed in secret, in darkness. Naruto needed those shadows, for they were something he could hide in. Unlike most children, he was not afraid of the dark because if he couldn't see his enemies, his enemies couldn't see him.

Naruto tumbled into the woods, stumbling over tree roots, jumping over rocks. He looked behind him, a glance at the village that he both longed for, and knew he could never win. He didn't notice as a branch forced its way right into his path. He only just turned his face back around when he ran full speed into it, knocking his head back and sending him flying into the mud, hitting his head with an audible thud.

Naruto watched as the starlight twinkled lightly down through the leaves of the canopy. He didn't bother getting up. There was no reason for him to head back.

He only wanted to be left alone to wallow in his pain. He removed himself from the mud and crawled into a patch of grass, crawling next to a tree and nesting himself in its roots. Overhead, the tree stood as a guardian, and Naruto fell into a safe sleep, not to awaken until morning.

Translations: P.s. this is my first time doing this, I might forget to do it in latter chapters

Oji-san: Old man

Nee-chan, Nee-san: sister, or sister like figure.

Weeeeeeee (going in circles) weeeeeeeeeeeeeee! (falls down stars swirling around)

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