As promised, here is a new chapter! But first, some answers to a couple of your questions.
1. I'm going to guess that Hashirama and Madara are around eleven or twelve currently. I haven't been able to recreate my story timeline yet.
2. Any pairings? Probably not. You'll find out why as I continue writing.
3. Finding out my OC's true gender? Probably won't happen for a bit.
So, without further ado, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Naruto/Naruto Shippuden.
Chapter 3: Training, Start!
A little recap: Female OC, currently named Shiro, is in the body of a three-year-old, and meets Hashirama and Madara, who agree to train her. The two boys believe Shiro to be a boy.
OC(Shiro)'s POV
Even if the two were hellish instructors, Madara and Hashirama cared enough to teach me to survive in the wild. I was constantly moving, being instructed (forced) to do various ridiculous feats of physical endurance. It basically involved a lot of stretching, running back and forth, learning to climb trees, doing a lot of push-ups and sit-ups, and dodging sharp and pointy stuff. They also taught me what was safe to eat in the vicinity of the stream.
During my breaks, I had to learn to make my own shelter, the two boys instructing me on what to do.
"So, every night, make sure to do these exercises so you're not sore the next day," Hashirama told me, tossing me some cylindrical thing that I barely caught, my muscles screaming in protest at the fast movement.
I looked blankly at the scroll in my hands, staring at the unfamiliar squiggles. When did he get a chance to write this? And what language is this, anyway?
"Um… Hashi-chan?"
"Is it too much for you?" Madara asked with barely concealed contempt, his glare showing me exactly what he thought of me. Yup, he thinks I'm a piece of trash.
I shook my head, feeling nervous about having to admit my illiteracy. "I don't know what it says," I said, pointing at the writing.
Hashirama and Madara exchanged a glance (they think I'm an idiot) before Hashirama announced enthusiastically, "That's alright, Shiro-kun. We'll teach you!"
But once again, Madara had this unholy gleam in his eye. I slowly inched away from the raven-haired boy. Where did I manage to find such a sadist for a teacher? Oh yeah, he was a package deal that came with Hashirama.
"But I thought you both had to leave now. Could you tell me what I'm supposed to do, and I'll try to remember as much as I can?" The hopeful tone in my voice was certainly there, even if it was layered with exhaustion. There is no way I'm staying sore for the entirety of the next sixteen hours.
"Alright, but tomorrow, we're going to give you an assessment," Madara announced, that glint in his eyes attempting to put fear in me. Too bad I was too exhausted to care anymore.
And so the two left me with a verbally listed homework assignment of exercise, instructions on going to bed at a reasonable time, and promises of meeting up the next day.
After stretching a lot in an attempt to relax, and following their instructions for mediation, I finally collapsed into my makeshift bed of branches and leaves. Too. Tired. To. Think. ZZZzzzzz…
The next morning, I was woken by soreness and pain all over my body. Owww, my arms! My legs! My neck! My back! Ah, I didn't even know there were muscles there! I forced myself to roll over with a groan and began to move around to work my muscles. Once I'd deemed my body to be warm enough (I had to ignore the tiny sting of hunger coming from my stomach), I gave another groan and began the long list of stretches and exercises the two boys had given me to do. Needless to say, the pain felt more bearable afterwards.
"Shiro-kun!"
"GAH!" I jumped in surprise, my heart pounding like crazy, and spun around. There was Hashirama with his bowl-cut, smiling innocently at me. "Hashi-chan! Please don't do that. You almost made me have a heart attack!" Where the heck had he popped up from?
"You don't look very sore, Shiro-kun," he noted, completely ignoring my request, that smile still on his face.
"I stretched. A lot. Like you and Mada-kun said to. Look, I'm like a noodle." I wiggled my arms like some strange tentacle monster to emphasize my point. It didn't work too well, though, with my body being that of a three-year-old. My arms were too short and stubby to look fluid.
"Great! Since I'm here early, I'll teach you how to read and write," Hashirama announced, grabbing me by the arm and dragging me over to a large rock that overlooked the stream. He pulled out a scroll and began teaching me to read and write the local language. Wait, how can I even understand what he and Madara say? There's no way it's English!
And so a few hours of forcing my brain to comprehend scribbles into language passed.
I felt my stomach rumble. Oh, man, I completely forgot about breakfast!
And that's when Madara chose to show up, a smirk on his face and a glint in his eyes, looking perfectly ready for another day of torture.
Why me?!
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