Simplicity is Complexity

Chapter 5: Problem Solved.

Disclaimer: This blasted anime does not belong to me, nor do I want it if they keep up this damn garbage.

Legend:

"…": Speech.

'…': Thoughts, also listed in Italics between paragraphs.

Scene changes are listed in bolded italic brackets or I use lines to break the time period.

AN: Thank you! Thank you! You all have been way too kind to me on the last chapter! Gladly appreciated it!

Now, before you all start reading, this chapter was heavily influenced by Full Metal Panic Fumoffu Episode 10. After giving you all a fair warning, or I am honest enough to say that I had sources, please don't sue, or this story will really cease to exist. More so, I will be in jail!

Without further adieu, let's get started with a bloodbath!

I mean, the story… sure, of course…

Having Hinata attached herself to me in public was unpleasant indeed, but at the same time the warmth she gave my skin was something tough to resist. Now I knew Hinata loved affection, perhaps it could've been much more beneficial after I did some research on her likes and dislikes. I learned my lesson the hard way. From now on, I could kiss her cheek in private instead of out here.

It was so fortunate to see that the crowd was still beating the crap out of another than to look at us. Jiraiya would say that if someone made love in this bookstore, the people would be completely unaware.

Despite that there was a dead silence between us while Hinata's arms were still around my body, she didn't budge at all. No extravagant hand movements; no mad blushing and stuttering; Hinata was just hugging me as if it was the best thing to resort to.

I was getting aroused… she was so soft and hug-able. She smelled sweet, too, as though it was a natural thing emitted from her beautiful petite body.

No, I had to snap out of this! This was not right, I kept telling myself, in spite that it was commodious.

"Hinata…" I called, rubbing her back to catch her attention.

"Hmmm?" she moaned pleasantly.

"Shouldn't we look for our book? I mean, I still need to get to the academy afterwards."

She sounded disappointed at my request, but she did as she was told. Again, my body felt cold, as if icicles were frosting on my entire body while it lacked the support to sustain its heat. "Okay…" she replied, looking down at the ground sadly with her fingers poking another, "Ano, Naruto-kun…"

"What is it?"

"What kind of book do you need again?"

"Oh," I almost forgot what I actually searching for, "Something to do with encouraging… no, teaching kids."

She took something off the shelf. "How about this?" she offered, handing the book cover for me to read.

"Guide Your Children with Love and Care…" I read the title out loud as I thought about it carefully, "No, that's not what I need." Hinata put it back and tried again.

Few seconds later she selected another book. "How about this? Turn Your Weaknesses into Strength."

I shook my head as a result, "No, not this either…"

Hinata enthusiastically picked another, "Success to be a Shinobi?"

"No."

"Love your Kids?"

"No."

"10 Dos and 500 Don'ts: Guide to Mature as Barely Passable Shinobi?"

"Close."

"That was a terrible book!"

"That's why I want another."

"How about this? Teamwork is the Key?"

"No."

"Then what do you really want?" she questioned, somewhat impatient while putting the last book back. I scanned the selections on my right, there was a possibility that my target could be there. I strongly believed Hinata had enough of looking for books when I rejected all her choices. Therefore, I was on my own. So far, I didn't have much luck, until I looked at the eightieth book. It was a thin book that consisted less than one hundred fifty pages, but the author and the title was faultless.

Hinata noticed my smile, and couldn't help herself from being interested. "Did you find something?"

"Yes," I said, speed reading through the first several pages, "This is perfect…"

"May I see?" I handed it to her without question so she could read it. Her eyes narrowed just a little at the book before she gave me a 'look'. "Ano… Naruto-kun… Are you sure this is the right book? I mean… this is too extreme…"

"No, this is absolutely flawless," I stated, pushing her reasons aside, "Know where it Hurts Most: How to Abuse Trainees and Rookies. Author: Morino Ibiki…" Without knowing, I began to cackle. "The moment is upon us, Hinata. I'm buying this for sure."

Hinata had strong insecurities. Her face told me all. "Naruto-kun… I still think…"

"Iie, Hinata, trust me on this one."

Giving a sigh, the two of us decided to pay for the book. That could've been possible if the perverted readers weren't raiding every poster (that included a naked or near naked woman) that was available near the counter. I only wondered how long this could take.

I prayed this could take no more than 30 minutes.

(At the academy 80 minutes later)

"What are you guys doing!" Hinata and I heard a young woman shouting from behind the walls of the academy. I could've sworn that was Ino. "If you guys want to win, you need to show some ambition! You gotta push yourselves more than this!"

"…" I assumed that this was one of the kids talking, but it was so quiet that neither of us caught it.

But I could hear Ino's retort rather well. In fact, she was scolding. "Get hurt!" the young woman screamed again, this time louder, "You guys won't get hurt if you know teamwork, soccer is all about teamwork and coordination! And you guys won't get any better if you are going to sit here and complain, you know! What about the chance of you guys getting kicked out of the academy? You still remember that? Do you guys really want to get kicked out for good?"

"…"

"Why am I bothering to spend so much time with you guys then? Because 'We are lazy'… that kind of attitude won't get you anywhere! How can you expect results from doing absolutely nothing?"

By now, we already entered from the gate, and fortunately we saw Ino in front of the whole class of kids next to the playground. I was no jerk, but Ino was right. These children looked very unpromising; and it was no wonder why Tsunade suggested removing them.

Faces reflected everything.

On the left, two girls were playing patty-cake when Ino was going berserk. The three boys on the row before the girls were making paper airplanes. I presumed they were planning to throw it at Ino when her back was turned. Then, there was a 6-man cleek/cleak (basically a group within a fellowship or class) of in-style, popular girls who had dreams of being a Hollywood stars the day when they lose their virginity at age 14 or younger. On the middle right row, four guys were gambling. No money was involved though, not when they had pictures of girls with their panties showing.

I failed to achieve an understanding. With such an oppressive order on their shoulders, why were they still sitting around not doing a thing? Did they want to get kicked out? From the looks of this, they positively appeared to be.

Lazy; unmotivated; always carrying a 'whatever' on their faces… This wasn't what a shinobi needed!

"Ino-san…" greeted Hinata, timidly and quietly. Surprisingly, Ino was able to hear it despite she was at least twenty feet away.

The class noticed our presence immediately before the said chunnin turned around to face us.

"Hinata!" Ino exclaimed, filled with delight, and more importantly relief, "It's so good to see you!"

"Likewise, Ino-san, likewise…"

"Hey, is that your boyfriend?" Ino inquired, pointing at me. As a result, Hinata blushed, shaking her head in a desperate hurry. "Hey, you look really cute," she complimented me, unknown that I was Uzumaki Naruto, "You better take good care of Hinata, or I will kill you…"

"What are you talking about, Ino?" I questioned, brow raised with irritation.

"How do you know my name?"

"That's because-"

"You've been stalking me now, mister?" an accusing finger was pointed at me now, "I will tell you, bitch, I know how to kick your sorry ass so bad that even your grandchildren will fear me."

Did she have any idea who she was talking to? I guessed not. "Ino, chill. It's me, Naruto."

"Naruto?" the blond girl looked obviously surprised, "It that really you? I mean… it's been so long… Wow, it's so good to see you again!"

"Yeah," I said, somewhat dazed to see how quick she was able to change her attitude. "Likewise. I came back yesterday afternoon and met some of the people…"

"And what about us? You didn't come and see us. I, on behalf of everyone, need to say this… We are hurt."

Good friend guilt should have fooled around in my head by now, but somehow it chose to keep quiet. "I didn't have a lot of time yesterday, Ino…"

"But you met Hinata though," she reminded ever so kindly, "Oh, I get it now… you must have a liking for Hinata here. Naruto, I am impressed! You actually aren't that dense anymore! I am proud, really." That idiot Ino… I wasn't here to share my private life. Hey, I wouldn't mind that much if she was joking with our friends, but Ino certainly wasn't setting me the best first impression for these kids.

The least I hoped for was a good, new start. But now, I had to take things to the next level. Once a bitch always a bitch.

"I will talk about that later," I said, ending the conversation rudely to an extent, "So, what's the situation here? How are things coming with the kids?"

She looked at me questioningly, and I wasn't kidding when I thought she was lacking faith in me, "Was Iruka-sensei referring to you when he said that he would look for help?"

"If that's how you want to put it,"

"He does have good taste in people," complimented Ino happily and smiling, "You are perfect for this."

"What, you too?" I asked, dreary at the fact I lost another supporter, "Ino… you're joking with me, right?"

Her smile gleamed with optimism and satisfaction. "Nope, I ain't kidding! Anyway, what do you think about these kids? Do you think they could beat the older class?" She gestured me to look at all of them, and I did as ordered. When she asked for my opinion towards the current state, I had a problem and trouble responding. I guessed it was providential that I was able to refrain from looking down upon them.

In all honesty, I had no hope whatsoever.

The moment we talked amongst ourselves, the kids (although they sat there) were doing their own thing. Some of them were speaking jokes with another regardless that there was a chance that they could no longer be students, and the others continued to fool around. Weren't there heavy burdens resting on their shoulders? How could casualness fill the air? If it were me, I should have been pissing in my pants metaphorically and, as luck would have it, literally!

What the hell was wrong with these people!

There was only so much an outsider could do to push and give a hand, but if they just wouldn't do a thing about it then wasn't our efforts wasted on the stupid?

The kids inspected me as I surveyed them each individually in return. Hinata and Ino awaited my answer with high hopes; they believed I had something wonderful and inspiring for the ears.

My words, however, weren't as considerate.

"All of you should just quit being students!" I bitterly acknowledged this issue with no trickery or sugar-coating. Gasps were emitted from the crowd, and especially from Hinata, "You guys are downright hopeless. Why bother wasting my goddamn time if none of you are giving any effort to make a difference? You know what, instead of being an inconvenience to Yamanaka-sensei and Iruka-sensei, I think I should do them a favour. I will go right up to Tsunade-sama and tell her that her decision should pass, and therefore Iruka-sensei and Yamanaka-sensei wouldn't have a need to deal with you lazy asses!"

"You can't do that!" yelled a boy student.

"And why not?"

"We still have a week! And we can kick those big kids' asses!"

"Oh, so basically you still have one week of paradise and ignorance before you face your humiliating defeat. That's not what a shinobi does! Instead of sitting on your asses, perhaps practice a little bit! Try for crying out loud! Do you guys want to beat them or not?"

"Sure we do."

"But… we'll get hurt…"

"Yeah," said a girl this time instead of a boy. Then again, her answer wasn't any better. "They aren't cuties!"

"They are rough!"

"Meanies!"

"They are ugly!"

"Enough!" I yelled, silencing them all in an instant, "I heard just about enough excuses. Iruka-sensei and Yamanaka-sensei tried so hard to help you, and here you are, not wanting to help yourselves. That is it! Ino, you should just give up or else you will die young. Tell Tsunade-sama that her generosity was too much for these idiots to accept. I thought Tsunade-sama was already kind enough to give these guys more time, so what's the point in having this graceful reward if these kids wouldn't put to good use?"

Ino wanted to object. "But…"

"Who cares! Do it! It's not your life that is going to be messed up, it's theirs!"

"Naruto-kun," said Hinata, stopping my rants for the moment, "You shouldn't say these things…"

"Iruka-sensei was sad this morning when he told me his problem, and it is because his students refuse to get a grip! You tell me how I am supposed to react?"

"But…"

"Forget it, Hinata," I warned her with dead seriousness, "I am reporting this to Tsunade."

"No, don't!" one of the students cried out to me. I turned around to face him, and I found it amusing that he took the initiative to stand up. "We're working hard… we really are!"

"Is that so?" I asked, snickering slightly with considerable doubt. "If you call that work, it would make a koala look heroic."

"Don't give up hope… we'll work!"

"Yes… Yes, we will," the children spoke in unison, "We will do anything…" They still lacked confidence, but at a minimum they still admitted their faults. It was a start, I guess.

"I will be responsible for your training from now on. If you guys are ready, then meet me at training area 23 at fourteen hundred hours. Have a nice, good meal before you come though. And don't think that you can just choose not to show up. Because whoever does… they are immediately kicked out of the academy." I could taste their fear already. "You are all dismissed until then."

Once I was done, the children leaped up from their seats and took off as quickly as their legs could take them with fear as their driving force. I smirked inwardly before I approached Ino and Hinata again. Ino's face displayed a great amount of shock, where as Hinata showed disappointment and sadness.

"That was… unexpected…" Ino commented, still too shocked to absorb what just happened.

"It worked, didn't it?" I challenged with a shrug and snicker developing on my face.

"It did, yes," said Hinata, entering the conversation easily, "But you were really, really mean."

"You just have to hit them where it hurts," I said, running my right hand through my spiky blond hair for the sake of it. Most importantly, I did it with a good fashionable sense, "That's the end of the first part, let's see now… looks like I got their spirits moving again."

Hinata didn't comment much, but her aura was relatively her tool of communication. The art of silence could do so much these days. There wasn't a speck of agreement concerning my leadership methods. "You were supposed to do it nicely, you know, like an encouraging teacher or something… You were being an… I don't know what to say…"

"An ass, Hinata? Were you trying to pinpoint that I was being an ass?" The girls nodded in ideal coordination. A sigh came afterwards. "Those people take kindness for granted, and more or less they would take advantage of it sooner or later. It's no use being soft, I know that."

Ino decided to give her opinions, "They are just 9 year olds, Naruto. They are still kids."

Her philosophy had plenty of holes. "Then that makes it even better," I told them, snickering a confident smirk, "Looks like I have to construct a path for them at an early age."

(Next day: General POV)

Naruto told Hinata and Ino not to take part in the first part of the exercise half an hour before it officially began. The Hyuuga girl wanted to protest but Naruto insisted that she should believe what he was trying to do. Ino had even less to say, not when she knew her teaching strategies weren't working all that well with the kids. She wasn't helpless; no one could picture her like that. Probably it was a crushing blow to her previous self-assurance and self-belief. But Ino wasn't a quitter yet; she couldn't be defeated with something this small (or possibly large).

Her endurance was a trait to be feared.

The last thing Hinata remembered Naruto saying was to help him fix up something for tomorrow. And so, that was what she was doing right now in the Hyuuga's kitchen. Hanabi was beside her older sister, wondering why she was smiling the entire time when she barely smiled at home. Although young Hanabi loved her sister, she never had much of an opportunity to see a joyful Hinata –not even during her birthday or anything that was related to celebration.

"Nee-chan…" groaned the younger Hyuuga, no longer able to suppress a yawn, "I'm tired…"

"Oh, can you just finish two more rice balls?" Hinata asked, blinking her eyes a little cutely to get her way. During freetime, Hinata considered using that on Naruto. Someday, she thought, someday he would experience the terrors of being charming.

Knowing her sister was so happy Hanabi couldn't abandon her now. Besides, how hard was it to make two rice balls? She already made two dozens before this after all.

"Fine," agreed the younger Hyuuga girl, "But you need to tell me something."

"Okay. You can ask anything."

"Who are you doing this for?"

Hinata halted immediately. A blush crept across her face also, but she chose to remain calm. "A friend." That was Hinata's ingenious reply.

Hababi's brow merely rose slightly. Needless to say, she didn't trust Hinata. "A friend…"

"Yes, a friend."

"A friend?"

"Yes, Hanabi-chan," repeated the Hyuuga heiress, smiling sweetly at her younger sibling, "A friend."

"Who is so important that you would actually work so hard?" Hanabi inquired, smirking a little bit. "It might be rice balls, but you made it so delicious." She knew her older sister never did such a thing in her fifteen years of living, and therefore, something very drastic must have taken place without her knowing. "Ne, ne, nee-chan, who is the person?"

"You want to meet him?" Hinata presented an indirect invitation, putting the last rice ball into one of the boxes before closing it. Hanabi's eyes beamed.

"It's a him?" the hopeful Hanabi inquired, she appeared quite excited –more than expected to Hinata's annoyance. "You are doing this for a boy? That is so yucky!" Hinata smiled again, she had an idea why her sister said what she said. Perhaps Hanabi was still thinking like a kid. However, her maturity was above any child she had met. Kids were kids, as Hinata preferred to picture them as.

"Yucky?"

"Yes, yucky! Boys are yucky!"

"You'll like him for sure," Hinata stated, poking Hanabi on the forehead once as she kneeled down slightly.

"No, I won't, I don't like boys! They are all perverts, especially Konohamaru-chan!"

"Oh, really? What did Konohamaru-chan do?"

"He has this… transformation jutsu that turns him into a naked woman… he calls it the Sexy no Jutsu… and Iruka-sensei even told us that the master of it was this guy named… what… I don't know… Naruto or something…"

Hinata was genuinely surprised. When she remembered one of the incidents a long time ago, she actually began to laugh. "Naruto-kun can be something."

"He's a pervert then!" Hanabi immediately made her point hastily.

"You just don't understand him, Hanabi-chan."

"What is there to understand about perverts? All they want is attention and women! Damn that Konohamaru-chan…"

"You want to come with me or not? To meet my friend, I mean." Hinata offered as she took two baskets worth of rice balls and other great foods. "You got nothing good to do after all. If you stay home, well, Konohamaru-chan might just come and visit to perfect his Sexy no Jutsu."

"I don't want that!" the little Hyuuga girl practically screamed in horror.

"Then will you come with me?"

In less than a second, Hanabi took Hinata's hand and held it like a little girl would do to her mother. The heiress giggled to herself before leading Hanabi out the kitchen with her belongings. Once they reached the Hyuuga gates, Hinata put a smile on her face when she saw Sakura and Ino. There were pleasant surprises everyday. The two said female ninjas waved to catch Hinata's attention, in which wasn't in vain when the Hyuuga girl (along with Hanabi) approached them.

"Ohayo (good morning), Hinata," said Ino, giving her friend a hug. That was of course after she placed down her own basket of goodies.

"Morning to you, too, Ino-san," replied Hinata being polite as usual, "Hey, why is Sakura coming along?"

"I should be asking you the same thing," Sakura said back, but not offended, "Why is your sister here?"

"She doesn't have much to do today," explained the older Hyuuga sister, "And there might be a chance that a pervert may visit her and practice his Sexy-no-Jutsu."

"Konohamaru, I presume?"

"Why yes," Hinata said, clearly taken an astonishment at the quickness of Sakura's answering, "You know him?"

"I beat him senseless once for calling me a flat-chested-bitch…" she paused for a second while giving glares to everyone to pay attention to her face instead of her breasts, "and ugly forehead girl… No, wait, what really pissed me off was that he actually dared to ask me if I was a girl." Hanabi fought back a giggle, and Hinata cracked. Luckily, her self-control was still in tact. "What, and he still does that vulgar jutsu?" Hanabi nodded on behalf of her sister profoundly.

"You coming to see Naruto-kun, too, Sakura?"

"I don't think I talked to him properly yesterday," the pink haired chunnin said, "There were just too many other people around at that time. Besides, Naruto sort of left earlier than I thought. I mean, once Tsunade-sama and Jiraiya-sama left… Naruto was already gone."

"You realized Naruto got quieter by any chance?" Ino suddenly brought up the question, "He kind of scared me yesterday with his speech…"

Sakura blinked her eyes, brimming with confusion, "What speech?"

However, Hanabi grew impatient. "Can we go now? I'm bored." Seeing her little sister making a cute grumpy face, Hinata knew she was genuinely fed up. She did have a good cause though, since Hanabi had no idea what they were talking about.

Hinata decided to break the tension. "Sakura, Ino-san, let's get going, okay?"

The other older girls didn't find a problem with this, and so, without another word the four girls headed towards training area 23 to see how Naruto was doing.

(Training Area 23; Twenty minutes later, 1st Person POV)

Things were starting to show some progress, but still it wasn't enough. Although they were giving quite a bit of zeal and energy, it just couldn't do when I had to forcefully put some spirit into them every time. Exhaustion and failure was not admissible by any means, and the only thing I liked to witness were results regardless of how harsh it could be. These kids wasted enough time as it is, and if they wanted to prove to me that they wanted to remain in the academy, then damn hell they better showed me decent outcomes!

"You bastards!" I announced loudly with my hands on my hips, "You call this running? I know my grandma doing a better job than that, you f-----g dirtbags!"

They looked wearied, but I had no intention to care. Perhaps it was a bit severe to have them run laps around the forest with something as bulky as a 2-foot log on their shoulders, but I knew it was a way to toughen them up rather forcefully.

Once I saw something unacceptable, I began to scold. "You trash! Stop running so slow!" When they weren't speeding up, it angered me. "Look at you all… you are all worthless! You are the lowest forms of life in this universe!

"Listen up you maggots! My passion is to make you suffer! So stop acting like some f------ dicks! Don't you feel ashamed! If you have guts, come and ---- right here! Don't make me ---- you ----ing ----ers!"

"Naruto is sure vulgar…" Sakura said, totally bewildered.

"Does he even know what he's saying?" Ino questioned, cocking a brow at my foul language.

Hinata just sighed with a shrug, "I'm pretty sure he does… Naruto-kun…"

Hanabi beamed happily, eyes sparkling with admiration, and her cheeks were shaded with an adorable stain of pink. "Wow… that's Naruto? He's so… strong and confident…"

It was that moment, a pretty looking female student collapsed in front of me. Beautiful long brown hair, great looking legs that resembled her female ninja training, good developing curves, and sweet voice. But, her style of clothing reflected her materialistic personality where she got things way too easily in life. Acquisitive bitches weren't qualified as shinobis despite they may have skills.

"I can't go on anymore… Naruto-sensei…"

"You again," I announced, full of despise, "This is all you can give me? What, can't run anymore? Because it's an obstruction to your daily life? It ruins your clothes? It wipes away your overdose of makeup? Why don't you just go home and hug your prized, valued Uchiha Sasuke and Hyuuga Neji poster and pictures and go to sleep?" She seemed shocked to see me know so much about her, even when this was the first day we met another, "But then again, it's not too surprising, since they are idols that only a pathetic fan girl will love although they are great shinobis.

"You must be a helpless slut."

The girl was deeply enraged as she stood back up against me. "How dare you say tings like that about me!" She tried to kick me, but due to exhaustion I easily pushed her back on the ground.

"I'll say it again," I declared, watching her pitifully from above, "You are pathetic! You are a helpless slut! If you want to prove me otherwise, then show some spirit! Hold that log and run another five laps!"

She got up as I expected, but filled with rage and hate. "Damn it… Damn it…" she picked up the log and placed it on her tired shoulders, "Damn it!" As if that was her sense of encouragement, she ran off as quickly as her body could drag her. Although pleased with her decision, my face remained unchanged as I watched her off.

Sakura was stunned beyond recognition. If I knew her, she didn't believe what just happened in front of her. "Naruto… he… he never talked like this before… it sort of makes me wonder how Jiraiya-sama raised him for the past three years… Hell, I am glad that he didn't talk to me this way yesterday, or I would've beaten the crap out of him."

"It doesn't matter," argued Hanabi, standing up for mewhile I wasn't paying much regard to them yet, "That makes him really manly… Nee-chan, you're right, I do like him!"

Hinata nodded at her sister with her trademark smile before calling out to me. Once I heard her voice, I immediately turned around with my expression softened insignificantly. I only expected to see Ino and Hinata, but why was Sakura and a petite Hyuuga girl here? It was certainly an honest surprise.

"Naruto!" Sakura called out, waving at me. I only waved back before making some hand signals for them to come here. They did as they were told. "Morning!"

"Morning," I said flatly, trying not to break my character so soon. "I didn't expect this many people…"

"Are you saying that you aren't happy to see me, Naruto?" Sakura immediately asked me, stepping closer with a leering face, as if she was demanding good answers. "Is that how it is now?"

"Iie, Iie," I told her, shifting one step away to create some minimal and insufficient distance. A pissed off Sakura was a dangerous Sakura. "I am just surprised… there's nothing wrong with that now is there?"

"Now, now, forehead-girl," said Ino, nudging Sakura in the ribs, "We shouldn't be distracting Naruto now. He still needs to work."

"All he is doing is saying mean things. Naruto, where did you learn this?"

I reached for my weapon pouch on my belt and pulled out the same book I purchased yesterday. "This, my friends," I declared, holding the tip of the book with passion, "is the solution to all. It's all listed in there." Sakura and Ino didn't find it rude to snatch it away to read the cover of it. Their eyes cringed considerably in less than an instant.

"Know where it Hurts Most: How to Abuse Trainees and Rookies? Naruto!"

Their screeching was unbearable. Damn… they must've been very accustomed to this type of yelling back in the days of being Sasuke Fan Club members. "What…"

"How could you use this on the kids!" Sakura yelled.

"I told you, Naruto-kun," Hinata added, standing on Sakura's side as a supporter, "I told you it wasn't proper."

"Sugoi!" Hanabi cried with admiration, "This is so cool!"

"Cool?" the other three chunnins questioned, challenging the little girl's logic.

"Yeah, I know those kids. They are the worst! They don't do anything even if you threaten them with a pitchfork up their ass! This is the perfect, absolutely perfect."

I didn't know who this little one was, but I liked her already. It was about time that somebody saw things my way. "Do you think this will work though?" Hinata asked, biting her lip.

"No problem," I answered, "By the end of this, they should have all the spirit they need. Their attitudes are not suited for being a ninja, no, not even for a human being."

Ino had her concerns about this, "You are right on that… but…"

My former teammate, although mean and hotheaded sometimes, she was still very considerate. "Naruto, would you like to eat something first? You can't do much on an empty stomach, you always told me that before, remember?"

To my surprise, Hinata placed a basket into my hands. I knew she was blushing somehow; it just wasn't Hinata not to have a blushing face. "Naruto-kun… I made a lot of food… you can share it with the kids. I am sure they would love it... Go on, you can give it to them, I really have a lot on me."

I considered her offer carefully before I replied, "I don't know if it would be wise to let them eat yet…"

"What do you mean?" asked a confused Sakura.

"We spent a lot of time making these this morning," Ino told me, trying to persuade me to give in, "It would be a waste if we don't finish them all." The blond chunnin then searched her bag for the varieties she had. "We have salmon, shrimps, seafood, sour plums in the middle, we have a lot."

I couldn't refuse their kindness, since I was pretty hungry myself. "You're right." It was when I turned to face the students, yelling loudly. "Be happy, you dirtbags! Hyuuga-sensei, Haruno-sensei, and Yamanaka-sensei are graceful enough to give food to all you hopeless bastards! Whoever finishes the lap gets to eat! This is the first meal that you guys have for 21 hours!"

"21 hours?" the girls questioned in disbelief.

I had a feeling this could be a long day…

The kids were now undergoing a dangerous muddy obstacle where they had to crawl and stumble their way through with barbed wire nets above them. Each of them were having utmost difficulty, and some of them had their butts poked pretty bad, too.

"Listen up! You guys are not human beings! You are just nameless ----s! If you can't survive this obstacle course, you won't become a weapon! Remember, until then, you are nothing but -----s!

"For the sake of your position in the academy, you guys will work like you never worked before! If you die, I shall look down on you even if you are six feet under! Only weaklings won't survive through my training! Move like you've never moved before, maggots!"

I merely snorted to see a male student's pants entangled with the wires. "Help me… sensei…" he groaned as he tried to break free. He was filthy and pitiful to even look at.

"Oh, what do we have here? Is your fat ass getting in the way?" I stepped up, leering at him, "Maybe you should've taken a diet before you choose be a shinobi. You aren't in the Akimichi clan, and so you have no reason to be fat! Konoha has no love for any shinobi that is fat! Is this all that you could give me? Take off your pants and continue, or you rip it out of the wires! Sissy behaviours won't get you anything!"

"But people will laugh at me…"

I simply had enough of his cowardice. I took out a kunai and whipped it at the wires near his pants. As a result of my actions, the dagger sheered through his pants as it left an evident hole. He began to cry, but I forbade it. "Damn you, crying is for the weak! Get going!"

In tears, the boy continued to crawl despite his shorts were cut opened, thus the people behind him had a clear, unwanted view of his blue boxers.

Next part was a climbing exercise. Their objective was to climb each tree after another in an order without using chakra or any sort of ninja running skills. Of course, not able to use any chakra was considerably hard. Long story short, most of them were driving themselves to their limits. Some slipped when they were mid way; others couldn't even get a hold of it; and there were some who were hanging on barely.

"I hate you, and I despise you. My only goal is to weed out all ------s who do not wish to serve their class wholeheartedly. Those who are hindrance ------s would taste my full wrath! Don't expect any mercy!"

Everyone was given a kunai and formed into groups of three. It was time for them to show some guts by stabbing a straw scarecrow or puppet with a picture of someone in the older class stuck on its head. I merely ordered them to attack the puppets without mercy, and in which they did. If they weren't exhausted, I was sure that their performances would be better.

I had to give credit for their hatred by now.

"You will not laugh, you will not cry! You are not human. You are killing machines. If you can't kill someone, then your existence is worthless! You will forever be a ------ who just ----s off all the time!"

The next instant was an unexpected one.

"Damn!" I saw one girl shouted with fury as she rammed her kunai into the head, "I hate you! I hate you!" It wasn't long before her group members tackled on the puppet as they gave it a piece of their mind. If that were a human being, then it would be bleeding to death long ago.

It was finally the real deal; one on one combat with dummy sticks instead of kunais, katanas, or anything that could cause cuts and bleeding. After all, I didn't need them to be killed in spite that they were worthless bastards. Currently, the training field was a massive battleground, like a war almost. Each student was attempting to take their opponents down, and they just couldn't be satisfied until they triumphed to the top. Every attack was brutal, but they endured before they got back up again to prove their worth.

"You think you can escape everything because you don't want to? You think that people will pity you because you're pretending that you're in pain? You actually feel glorious and proud when people give their kindness to cowards? You fucktards! You pieces of incompetent shit! You are the ----- stain that daddy left on the mattress! And you are the ones who remained in mommy's -----!"

A second later, I saw someone getting whacked right in the face. To make matters worse, the wounded kid then had the weapon plowed into his face, as if suffocating was a small fragment of the agony he caused.

"Your soccer ball is your best friend," I declared for everyone to hear as they were rubbing and cleaning their beloved soccer balls. "It is your only friend! Better yet, it's your boyfriend or girlfriend! You do not need it to have large butt ----s! Think of that ball as a ripe ------, and ---- it!"

Their eyes were plagued with a devilish colour, and also radiating terrifyingly. "You are really beautiful… Himiko…" hissed a boy, smiling sinisterly as he continued to polish his ball.

A cackle was heard from another male, "You have some nice curves… Luna…"

A girl couldn't help hiding her thoughts, "I will treat you good… Kira-kun…"

"You like to be shiny, don't you…" whispered another female, snickering with a fusion of confusion and weariness, "Are you happy now, Sasuke-chan?"

"I can die for you… Kazumi-chan…"

Hinata, Hanabi, Ino, and Sakura were observing this with shock, fear, and disgust.

Sakura held her head with her right hand; she didn't have the energy to complain anymore, "They're talking to balls…"

Ino had to agree, "This isn't normal… Do you think this will actually work, Hinata?"

"I don't know…" Hinata replied with brimming worries, "I have a bad feeling about this…"

Hanabi chose to speak up next. "This method is really morbid… but Naruto is so amazing!" I could imagine the little Hyuuga girl having glittering lavender eyes of admiration and had a high regard of who I was. However, since I was still watching those kids, I didn't turn around to face them.

Somehow, I kept getting an bothersome predictionthat Hinata wasn't too pleased with Hanabi's feelings, and more so very disappointed in my methods and tactics. Never mind that, as long as these kids get some self-esteem and self-confidence, I have completed my end of the bargain.

(The morning of the tournament at the academy grounds)

Sakura and Ino had enough of my profanity after the first day, and long story short, they chose not to come visit anymore for the sake of not corrupting their minds anymore than it already was. What was the big deal anyway, it wasn't like they didn't know these words. It was just I put them into sentences that they never thought of. Hinata grew more upset everyday because she surveyed and inspected daily, but her little sister was another issue. Hanabi was very exuberant and happy around me. Just yesterday, she leaped into my arms once so I could carry her, but that almost destroyed my character due to the fact the students were still practicing.

If they saw me going soft, they could naturally lose respect for me.

I wondered what was wrong with Hinata. Was she that upset because I picked to be mean than nice? Seriously now, if she thought about these kids with a wider perspective, she would understand why I did what I did. Hopeless bastards needed encouragement on the extreme scale in order for them to realize the harshness of reality.

In this life, no one was our friend.

Being mommy's boy or spoiled brats made them perish faster. With wealthy mommies and daddies, all they cared about where fashionable clothes, a good body, and get obsessed with their materialistic selves. Regrettably, they haven't grasped the actuality that they were digging their own graves.

Konoha had no interest to hire gravediggers now if the people knew how to bury themselves now, right?

Those beliefs could get them killed, and I wasn't even trying to be sarcastic.

"Naruto is sure late…" said Ino, looking at her watch, "Is he always this unpunctual?"

"I just think he has a lot to do," Hinata replied, smiling a little. Probably she was doing her best to defend me. "Naruto-kun has been really busy after all…"

Hanabi was sitting on the bench, watching the opposition team with the same instincts Hyuuga-sama taught her to have. From the looks of things, the players were around her age. As a matter of fact, they were students from her previous class who didn't graduate just yet. A very confident bunch, as she would say, since all of them had high potentials in becoming excellent genins or shinobis in general. Only the best of the best became genins that year, and Konohamaru and Hanabi were one of the elites.

It struck many to reconsider if Konohamaru should be given the genin title. His skills were fabulous; the downside to it was that he was a proud pervert. They made a similar mistake over forty years ago by freeing Jiraiya, and in a complex way it just so happened to affect my life.

The little girl constantly had her hesitancies, conjecturing if I was good enough to produce a sufficient group out of shit. For someone who wasn't good at giving up, I was giving up. For the sake of it, the two of us promised to buy lunch for the winner when we saw the outcome of this match.

"The other team is getting a little impatient," said Hanabi, watching her former classmates with her hands on her chin. Indeed they were; they were kicking dirt around to mess the field that the janitors worked so hard to perfect it. What ever happened to the principle 'wait diligently' these days? In a way, these people were sick. Kids… society liked to designate them as spoiled jackasses who craved for entertainment during every second they were conscious!

"Naruto is really late…" complained Iruka, also staring at his watch, "He should've been here ten minutes ago… Why does everyone act like Kakashi these days anyway?"

Hinata pointed towards the entrance gates when she detected a presence. "Naruto-kun is coming."

The rest of the chunnins turned their heads around immediately. And Hinata was right, indeed Uzumaki Naruto and his fellow men finally arrived. Hanabi beamed instantly; Ino and Sakura smiled lightly as I came in; Hinata had a warmer smile on her face; but Iruka was looking quite surprised at his kids. Of course, he had quite the good cause this time.

One word explained all, and that word was passive. They had no feelings whatsoever; they were organized; they didn't smile; they weren't socializing amongst themselves; and the most important factor was how they appeared very loyal to their leader and supervisors. That expression on Iruka's face was priceless; he was practically saying 'What the hell happened' but words just couldn't project through his mouth.

"Sorry for taking so long," I said firmly to Ino and Sakura –who chose to come closer to me, "I had a small warm up with them before we came here. Is the other team angry at us?"

"They weren't too pleased, I'd say," Sakura answered, stealing a glimpse at those pissed-off faces from behind her, "You should've came earlier, Naruto. Punctuality is vital, you know."

"It won't happen again," I promptly returned my words.

Ino bent down to one of her kids, trying to talk to them. "Manaka-kun," Ino called out, smiling sweetly. But her eyebrows seemed to twitch when the boy's face did not change a bit –stoic and unfeeling. "How are you?"

"Ma'am, I am fine, ma'am!" the boy by the name Manaka said back with dignity and confidence.

Ino was taken quite aback as a result. "Ma'am?"

It was finally time for me to give out one last comment for my soldiers. "Listen up!" I shouted in my jackass persona, "As of today, you are no longer maggots! You are soccer experts!"

The kids were blooming with courage and enthusiasm. "Sir! Yes, sir!"

"You will now face your toughest challenge," I continued in the same tone, "You will now face something so crucial that you will either gain victory or go straight to hell! So, is this fun!"

"Sir! Yes, sir!"

"Good! Prepare for the worst!" They braced themselves for combat. I put all my effort in this last shout. "People! What is our specialty!"

They replied in perfect unison. "Terminate! Terminate! Terminate!"

"What is the purpose of this fight!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" the children chanted like a deep corrupting brainwash.

"Do we love our academy! Do you love your class! Do you want to become genins!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Alright! Yosh! Let's go!" With a loud 'sir' from the rest of the kids, we marched onto the field with me as their leader. Sakura, Ino, and Iruka grunted and sighed; Hinata watched with stun; and Hanabi was the only one cheering for me.

"That was an excellent shout!" the little Hyuuga girl exclaimed happily. Hinata had her doubts though, and a frown relentlessly stayed on her visage as she observed the whole thing with the girls.

"I suppose I could expect some good results…" said Iruka with words leaving his mouth in a shocked whisper. It was more or less murmuring, actually.

"Is that what you call malignant brainwashing?" Hinata questioned, biting her lip slightly.

"I'm starting to wonder if Naruto actually knows how to play…" Sakura added, slapping her skull as if she had a headache. Perhaps she did.

The whistles blew with spirit and strength; all of us knew the moment of truth had come.

"Let's just beat these bastards so they would be kicked out of our academy forever!" the opposition captain announced to his subordinates/teammates. "They are nobodies who waste our space!"

"Yeah!" I saw his team shout back. They had a strong unity indeed, but ours wasn't something to disregard. Without any further warning, the Captain actually dared to kick the ball right at us instead of passing it to his teammates. What in the hell was he doing?

"Let those fools get the ball first," explained the Captain loudly, so we were able to hear it, too, "We can trample them and show them how weak they are even when we give them those chances!"

"Yeah!"

With perfect teamwork and skills, all of them charged at us with the intent to take us down literally. "Die, you fools!"

Unfortunately, the soccer ball landed right on my right foot. To my surprise, I didn't know what to do.

"Naruto-sensei, kick it!" I heard Manaka calling out to be in a panic.

"Manaka, what is this?"

"You're supposed to kick in this game! Soccer is a kicking game!"

I understood at once. "I got it!" My eyes glinted at the sight of the incoming troops, they were seriously thinking of running us over. In my most natural way to defend myself, I promptly dashed forward right at the captain with my foot ready to kick.

However, I wasn't planning to kick the ball near my foot. Instead, I smashed my foot into the guy's face before we all heard a loud breaking bone sound. It was fairly obvious that I broke his jaw pretty bad, and as a result, he fell onto the ground lifelessly and defenselessly. His skull was the first thing that struck the grass and then a few twirls before he smashed his face again painfully.

The poor man was now mumbling nonsense due to his broken jaw and inability to move. Needless to say, everyone was dead silent.

"Captain…" one of his team members croaked with fear.

"Shibaraku-kun…"

They appeared scared –very greatly, rather. Their confidence was diminishing quickly, it was becoming a lot more favourable for us. "Captain…"

Their captain was taken on a stretcher to the medical room, they watched helplessly knowing that they couldn't do a thing about this tragedy. Finally, I was beginning to taste their fear.

I stood back up from my crouching position; my face did not show any pity or mercy, or possibly any speck of regret. "So," I said, looking at each opponent with eye contact, "Now who's next? Step up!"

Suddenly, my body felt a terrible aura coming my way. It was familiar, as if I felt it a long time ago. "Naruto!" That was Sakura's voice! As I tilted my head towards the general direction of where her voice came, I had the urge to run away once I saw her charging at me at full speed. She was pissed, really pissed. "This is not how you play!" She gave a punch hastily, and I moved as fast as my new strength could give me. Although I dodged, I wasn't able to escape the Tsunade-strength kick that plunged into my stomach.

Damn that bitch could kick!

I didn't cry out loud due to my pride, but the pain was excruciating when my back crashed into the jungle-gym. Seconds later, it fell down into useless pieces of scrap metal. Hinata and Hanabi rushed to my aid as they tried their best to make me feel better.

It's quite understandable to the entire group that I was disqualified.

Meanwhile, chaos was erupting on the soccer field. "Naruto-sensei has set a great example for us!" Manaka screamed with deathly dangerous zeal, "Let's go and show them what we're made out of! Go! Kill!"

"Kill!" Having that encouragement of brutality, my students rushed in for the hunt.

"Die!" one of my zealots took the ball and kicked it right into the enemy team player's face. Because it was the ball that struck the body part, it wasn't considered the attacker's fault. In short, the referee had to let it slide.

Another one was commencing her onslaught. It was that pretty girl with the brown hair, but she no longer cared about her appearance. Instead, it was replaced with genuine anger and frustration regardless her opponent never knew her personally. "Teme! Hate!" The person ten foot in front of her happened to have the ball, and her immediate impulse was to tackle the person by the waist. She even had her skull jammed into the player's gut, and therefore, that player was down for the count.

Major riot was an understatement. As the game progressed, there were other instances where the ball attacked the nuts by a student's wild kick; a critical slide tackle that caused the attacked player to fall nearly breaking a leg; ramming through other players who were trying to kick the ball; and some of them attacked their opponents deliberately.

"Take this!" Manaka screeched before he rushed his entire arm to the opposition's neck, thus choking them direly before making a several twists and flips. Seconds later, the poor boy had his back slammed cleanly onto the grass. If I knew better, that twirl was like a scene from the Matrix, but the user wasn't dodging attacks. Instead, he was getting hit and spinning in slow motion.

Manaka stole a quick peek at the victim, eyes bloody and hateful. And then, he cursed. "Fuck… he's still alive."

"I'm scared…" commented Ino, her hands rubbing her arms and upper arm as if she was catching a cold.

Sakura just held her head, her right hand covering one of her eyes before adding her own statements in exasperation. "This is not soccer anymore, is it…"

In the end, I was able to save the class from getting eliminated for good. The 9 year olds completely dominated the match and won with spectacular outcomes; 85 to nothing to be exact. The older class, the most outstanding ones currently at the academy, could not recover from the shock and traumatizing effect of this game, and ended up quitting as academy students within a three day period.

Not long later, this match was known as Children's Rage; Nightmare Amongst the Lowest Ranks. And lastly, these bunch of worthless bastards, who were now considered to be barbaric murderers became terrors in the Konoha Academy.

"But… is this the right thing to do though?" Ino asked worriedly in a rhetorical fashion as she looked at the results of the game. "Just a week ago they were people who hated violence and hardship…"

"Life is a heartless reality," I said, viewing the field as a disqualified member with stoic eyes, "With their efforts and sacrifice… they taught me even more than I thought they would…"

My head received a painful punch instantaneously from Sakura and Ino. "Don't try to wrap things up!" they blamed me furiously. "This is all your fault to begin with!"

I grunted at the pain. "Ow… that hurt a lot…"

Sakura didn't let me off the hook so soon. "You deserve all of it!"

The chaos on the court had just ended, but I got the feeling the students didn't have enough just yet.

"Pathetic fools," taunted one of the girls, hands on her hips and with her chest sticking out proudly, "Is that all the guts you have, you incompetent pieces of shit!" A few sentences later, she was screaming with all the energy she could muster –and which was really great.

"Yeah," added her friend, "Let's play again. Stand up!"

"Show some guts!"

"You ----ing bastard!"

"You shouldn't even be alive!"

The air turned thick. It became hard to breathe. But everyone was fine except me. The pain just refused to go away; and breathing was developing into an issue. It was irritable and disturbing, it felt sticky, like problems that one would just love to shake away but it kept coming back to haunt them. It bugged me, and it cherished its time by lingering here.

Something wasn't right. The atmosphere, despite how gloomy it was, lacked something. A sense of kindness; the natural sweetness; it needed Hinata… and her spirit wasn't here although I knew she was present. I turned my head to the right, knowing she was sitting and observing with Sakura and Ino, but this… it wasn't the same.

Hinata didn't smile. In fact, her lips were demanding to make frowns and such. I learned all sorts of emotions in the past, but I never got the chance to see it all on certain individuals. Today, I saw a new one on Hinata, and it didn't cease to stun me. Cold sweat dripped from my face as soon as they were created, and damn hell my heart purged itself with nervousness.

Damn, the air got heavier again…

And then I saw it… bitterness, an endless fondness of bitterness. Next up was a deep passion of malice. That slightest expression of disappointment from her troubled me to an extent further than I prepared for. Hyuuga Hinata… she was a specialist to make my feelings more sensitive than it should be… Her eyes mutated itself into frosty stares; she seemed to be disturbed by something; or could it be that Hinata was coincidentally confused?

What I feared weren't any of these things. The answer was I hated being unaware of my surroundings; I didn't like it when I couldn't understand her!

How could I proceed… this sure could pose as a big problem…

AN: Yes, that is the end! If you haven't watched Full Metal Panic Fumoffu or The Second Raid, well, GET IT! Please come back alive for the next chapter, I will be waiting… hopefully…