Chapter 6 - FILLER/TIME SKIP CHAPTER! (Meh)
Disclaimer : Naruto not mine.
Yeah, I needed a filler. 14 chapters is such a bad number to end on. I have to make it round, so I've decided to make this filler to get it to fifteen! YAY ME!
Umm...oh...you don't agree?
Well to make up for it, its xtra long and...well its long... uh.. yeah
As a side note : the adventure will be begin eventually, but until then you're just gonna have to wait! A long while. Hey 15 (Up from 14) chapters isn't that long. Okay...maybe it is. BUT STILL!
Oh and I learned how to use the line button I never noticed. Hmph, making me make xxxxxxs every time...
And just so you know, I've decided on the fic's pairing. :)
Excuse : W00t, for these past three weeks I've been working on a 15 page essay for summer school! Its not like I get much of a break around here.
P.S. - I'm keeping Naruto's upbeat personality, it'll just be more tempered. There'll be noticeable changes every timeskip
(Time Skip)
To the Sandaime :
Blah, its already been three god damn years with that brat Naruto. Hmph, well at least he's improving, he might even be worthy of being trained by me - not that I have a choice right now...(Sigh). Still, he's a little stubborn bastard who seems to enjoy slipping fish into my pants while I'm sleeping then actually focusing on training. Oh yeah, the new issue of Icha-Icha Paradise is coming out - and YOU WON'T GET ONE!
Field Report
10/10 23rd Year of the Rule of the Sandaime, 8th Year A.K (After Kyuubi)
Good news Old Man,
Naruto now possesses a long enough attention span to actually read a whole book on something as 'interesting' as anatomy, poisons, biology and other great boring stuff, after I threatened him, starved him, threw 3-inch frogs at him and used other cruel and unusual punishments. Indeed, his survival skills had greatly improved, Naruto had mastered fire making, water purifying, hunting, tracking, and shelter making. He had also rudimentary skills in signaling, trail blazing, animal care, night tracking, silently moving in underbrush and making animal sounds. Physically he had grown, and because, I, the Great Jiraiya, deprived him of ramen, so he has eaten semi-healthily for the last three years. Because of his daily intensive training, Naruto's body is now comprised nigh entirely of lean muscle. I am happy to note that the kid now has elements of common sense and attempts to look underneath the underneath (Especially on Birthdays). Its just that he fails most of the time.
He is now physically strong enough to leave small dents in the trees around us and is now fairly fast for his age through the use of weights, cleverly disguised as shoes. He hasn't really questioned why I have to adjust his shoes every now and then.
I've started him on throwing weapons a week ago and he's failing miserably. He's finally managed to learn how to aim the thing correctly, but can't hit moving targets worth a damn.
In terms of ninjutsu, he knows the three basic academy techniques, Henge, Kawarmi and Bunshin, and the tree climbing exercise. The latter is quite impressive, if you don't include it took him a month to learn it. He currently, as I am writing this, is throwing my RESEARCH-! Sonova... (-----.-...'/.;;,;(&#&) - /-/\ \ -) ...into the river because I won't and haven't given him any new powerful earth shattering jutsus since...umm...yeah three years ago. SHIT! WHATS HE DOING WITH MY BEER?! THAT BA-
But all in all, he seems worth teaching...Sort of...Kinda of...Okay, fine, not at all. He does reminds me of someone though...Kakashi? Nah...Yondaime? Okay, yeah that was kinda funny...Itachi? No...Aha, he reminds me of an Inuzuka, with how moronically forward he is at everything and his ability to disregard basic logic and reasoning! Hes also suicidal. In a suicidally good way.
P.S. Last thing, old man, this kid has lots of 'potential'. I'm going to need some extra cash to help fund his training. (COUGH)
Regards, Jiraiya the Super Perve- ehh... Toad Sannin!
Sarutobi sat in his Hokage Chair and stared at the message. 'What the hell is going on? Naruto's suicidal now? Does that mean he's dea- no, no, Jiraiya wouldn't have let that happen...right?'
Addressing the post script, Sarutobi snorted. 'Heh, Jiraiya probably spent all his money on beer and women. Training my ass.'
Chortling, the Sandaime reread the message, catching something he missed the first time. '..the new issue of Icha-Icha Paradise is coming out - and YOU WON'T GET ONE!...'
A lonely tear slid down the Sandaime's cheek. 'HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME - I WAS HIS SENSEI FOR GOD'S SAKE! SO I SENT HIM TO TRAIN NARUTO...I DON'T DESERVE THIS!'
His tear drop landed on a miniature frog standing below him on the ground. He jumped up onto the Sandaime's desk before hopping onto his nose. "Hey Old Man, Candy. Now."
The Sandaime's eyebrow twitched. 'God dammit, whys EVERYONE calling me old?'
Muttering angrily, the Sandaime dug through his papers to find a small stripped box. He reached in and took out a little packet of 'Sugar Bombs', Konohamaru's favorite candy. He was sure his grandson would miss a single little thing like that, his ADD (Attention Deficiency Disorder) surely wouldn't let him. Slipping it to the frog, the Sandaime got up, putting the report in his pocket. The frog poofed away, satisfied, as the Sandaime descended the spiral stair case. Looking at his secretary he announced, "I'm going to visit the academy. I'll be back in a few hours."
Not looking up at all, his secretary nodded, before turning in her swivel chair to pick up an incoming phone call. As he turned to leave, he saw a team of gennin bringing packages the size of baby elephants. As they passed him, one waved, "Hey Hokage-sama. We're bringing packages from the ANBU Headquarters."
When he saw they group was headed for his office, he had to ask, "Whats in the packages?"
He shivered at the exuberant answer. "Fresh, hot, paperwork!"
Iruka was standing in his classroom teaching history to a group of aspiring gennins, and Naruto's would-be-classmates.
Today's lesson was on the Mongols and their rapid deployment. To the Chunnin's surprise, his door squeaked open and the Hokage walked in. "Hello Iruka."
Walking over, the Hokage stood next to Iruka as the teacher introduced him. "Class, this is the Hokage. Now everyone say 'Hi' to him!"
The Hokage smiled when he heard the chorus of "Hi"s from his students. "So you're the academy students hmm?"
The Hokage stared at the boy"You're the next generation, Konoha's hopes and dreams! One of you might be the next Yellow Flash - the next Hokage - the next Sannin - a famous medic nin! The possibilities are endless! You are Konoha's tomorrow. What you do, learn and experience now will impact the future like nothing else! The lessons you learn from our instructors will help make Konoha a better place, one that each and everyone of you can be proud of!"
Applause echoed across the room as he closed his speech. Smiling, he moved closer to the students, pacing up and down the class rows. "It does my old heart good to see the next generation studying so hard!"
Leaning over, the Hokage looked at the student History Book that Shikamaru was reading:
Ghengis Khan and the Mongols
As a counterpoint to European developments in the strategic art, the Mongol Emperor Ghengis Khan provides a useful example. Ghengis' successes, and those of his successors, were based upon manoeuvre and terror. The point of Genghis' strategic assault was nothing less than the psychology of the opposing population. By a steady and meticulous implementation of this strategy, Genghis and his descendants were able to conquer most of Eurasia.
The building blocks of Genghis' army and his strategy were his tribal levies of mounted archers and (just as important) the vast horse-herds of Mongolia. Each archer had at least one extra horse; (it was an average five horses per man) thus the entire army could move with incredible rapidity. Moreover since horse milk and horse blood were the staples of the Mongolian diet, Genghis' horse-herds this fic will be a narufemhaku functioned not just as his means of movement but also as his logistical tail. All other necessities could be foraged and plundered. It was not until well into the 20th century that any army was able to match the rapidity of deployment of Genghis' armies.
Compared to the armies of Genghis, all other armies were heavy and comparatively immobile. Through manoeuver and continuous assault, Chinese, Persian, Arab and European armies could be stressed until they broke, and then annihilated in pursuit.
When confronted with a fortified city, the Mongol imperatives of maneuver and speed required that it be quickly subdued. Here the fear engendered by the awful reputation of the Mongolians helped. This fic will be a narufemhaku.So too did primitive biological warfare. A trebuchet or other type of ballista weapon would be used to launch dead animals and corpses into a barricaded city, spreading disease and death among the inhabitants. If a particular town or city displeased the Mongolian Khan, everyone in the city would be killed to set an example for all other cities. This could be called a form of psychological warfare.
Note that of the above list of strategic terms, even this elementary summary indicates that the Mongols strategy was directed towards an objective being nothing less than the psychology of the opposing population) achieved through offensive; the offensive was characterized by concentration of forces, maneuvre, surprise and simplicity. Thus the Mongolian horde achieved for two centuries an unparalleled dominance in Eurasia.
Looking back up, the Sandaime softly spoke, "Interesting don't you think?"
Shikamaru opened an eye, peering at the Sandaime, "Not really. It's quite troublesome in fact."
The Hokage was taken back, "But you're going to have to know this sort of thing if you want to pass."
Shikamaru yawned, "Eh. I already know all of this, rapid deployment, horses yadda-yadda-yadda. Its not like ninjas REALLY need to know about the Mongols in battle, right?"
"Yes, but by learning about what happened, you can learn from what he did right and applying that in battle."
"Yes Hokage-sama, but without actually applying it right?"
The Hokage was silent. As much as he hated to admit it, Shikamaru did have a slight point. All the theory in the world wasn't a substitute for experience. As he resumed his pacing, he wondered what Jiraiya was doing right now...
Miles away from the Sandaime, Jiraiya was hauling his own packages. Grinning sinisterly, he thought, 'Naruto's gonna love this!'
It was 3 PM, just an hour before Naruto was due to return from swimming in the nearby Lake Mamizu. Sighing in relief, Jiraiya dropped his huge pile of boxes he had bought in town earlier before creating a team of five Kage Bunshins. "Okay guys, help yourself."
Tearing open the first box each Jiraiya, including the real one, armed himself with a waterpistol, filled to the brim with icy cold stream water. Smirking happily, the clones took shelter in the trees surrounding the campsite.
The real Jiraiya threw open the second box and took out two miniature cannons, one loaded with plastic peanuts, the other with streamers. Taking off the paperbacking, Jiraiya pressed the sticky end onto two trees overlooking the campsite. He slipped the remote that came with the cannons into his pocket The third box was hidden behind a bush for a 'game' that Jiraiya wanted to play later. A very one-sided game, but still, a game.
The fourth box revealed a folding table, and the fifth box a...well...another box. This new, smaller box was put on the table.
The last box was opened to reveal two scrolls. One was labeled rangun, the other, ninpo. He set the two scrolls next to the box on the table.
A glance at the sun told Jiraiya that his hour was just about up and when he heard the crunching of leaves, the Sannin hurtled himself behind a nearby tree.
As he walked toward the campsite with a towel tied over his swim trunks, Naruto scanned the area around suspiciously. Today was his birthday and he knew it, and he knew that Jiraiya had a trap or a 'prank' waiting for him, like he had every year. The first year it had been a pinata filled with paint bombs. When he finally broke the horse, a shower of paint plastered his skin and clothes for days. He vaguely remembered crying after that, but Jiraiya had made up for it by giving him a small frog wallet filled to the brim with money along with new clothes. Along with that had came a large box of ramen sent to him by the Sandaime and a diary complete with pencils from Iruka.
The year after, Jiraiya had given him a jutsu to do for his birthday, along with another change of clothes, some shoes, and a few casks of bubbly apple cider. Hidden in under one bottle were directions on how to make smoke bombs. It would have been wonderful, if the jutsu didn't change him into a yellow frog with purple stripes. Jiraiya kept him that way for the whole day until he decided to dispel the jutsu for him. He could still picture the bastard grinning the whole time. However, it should be mentioned that the Sandaime had given him a launcher that were supposed to shoot rubber darts when you pulled the trigger. Iruka, in turn, had conveniently given him a package of real darts which had amazingly enough fit perfectly into the launcher. And so revenge was served.
Who knows? This year it might be a burst of itching powder down the back, a temporary gender change, a...box.
Naruto's eyes fixtated on the box sitting on the table and the scrolls next to it. 'A trap?'
As he scooted cautiously foreward he was suddenly jumped.
"Haha!"
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Naruto squealed as he was tackled to the ground. He gasped as sprays of chilling water sprinkled onto his face, sending chills down his spine. He grabbed his towel and tried to lash out with it, only to be pinned down and ruthlessly tickled. Giggling, Naruto squirmed around displacing dirt, his face now a light pink from laughter. Suddenly confetti of all kinds sprayed out at him from the trees. Spitting out a plastic peanut, Naruto shook off the many Jiraiyas before tackling one.
Right before he was about tickle the Jiraiya, a water balloon came out of nowhere, hitting Naruto on the head. Naruto glared at the Jiraiya who had thrown the balloon. The Jiraiya he was tickling suddenly turned to smoke as another balloon sailed out of the woods, hitting Naruto on the back. Looking around, he saw the other three Jiraiyas turn into smoke as well - which left the real one standing in the trees. Another balloon hit Naruto on the back. Whirling around, Naruto saw Jiraiya grinning sadistically before sending another balloon sailing at Naruto. Catching it, Naruto sent it back at him. Dodging it expertly, Jiraiya sent a quick barrage of five balloons at Naruto, who hit the dirt. The balloons whizzed over Naruto's head who, deprived of ammunition, ran at Jiraiya, aiming to knock him over. He was suddenly deterred when three sharp hits from Jiraiya knocked him onto the ground.
Growling Naruto suddenly made a quick hand seal, "Bunshin no Jutsu!"
Jiraiya's smirk grew wider. 'The boys not as stupid as I thought. To late.'
With the deadly precision of a Sannin, Jiraiya suddenly whipped another balloon at one of the Narutos,. The balloon flattened as it shot foreward, spinning rapidly.
Naruto's mouth fell open as he glimpsed the speeding projectile before it hit him in this face. Stumbling backward, Naruto's nose wrinkled. "Whats this...? Oh. My. God. JIRAIYAAAA!"
Jiraiya chuckles turned into full blown laughter as he was bowled over by Naruto. "PERFUME?! This is worse then last year AND the year before it COMBINED!"
Jiraiya snickered even as Naruto pounded on his chest with his fists. "Yep!"
Grumpily, Naruto headed back toward the lake to try to wash off the scent of fresh flowers and daisies. However, it was in vain. Jiraiya had been careful the choose a perfume that was water proof, and he had found one.
As Naruto dragged himself back to the campsite, he found Jiraiya sitting at the table with a cake in front of him. "Hey Naru-chan, I like your new smell, very feminine."
"Hey, at least I don't smell like booze and sex, Ero-Sennin!"
Jiraiya reeled back in horror, "Whats wrong with booze and sex!?"
Muttering darkly, Naruto shook his head in frustration as he took the other chair that Jiraiya had laid out while he was gone.
He twitched when he saw the design on the cake. It had a picture of a cute looking doll holding a bouquet of flowers. Surrounding it was pink frosting and small hearts. In hot pink icing was the words, "Happy B-Day Naru-chan!"
"Ero-Sennin...you're going to pay for this!"
Springing over to a rock, Naruto magically produced a sake bottle from behind it. Jiraiya's eyes widened, 'No! Not my high-quality Grass Country Sake!'
Just as Naruto was about to smash the bottle against the rock, Jiraiya said teasingly, "Well I guess you don't want your presents then..."
Naruto looked at Jiraiya, then at the scrolls next to the cake. "Fine, we'll trade, you lousy-good-for-nothing-god-damn-piece-of-&#$$-mother-$#$#-Sannin."
Jiraiya mock gasped, "Language young man! What would your mother say?!"
Dryly, Naruto responded, "She'd agree with me before slapping you into the Stone Country."
Though he didn't show it, Jiraiya knew that Naruto was probably right. It wasn't that either of them knew who Naruto's actual parents were - its just attempting to kill perverts like Jiraiya just happened to be hardwired into most women at birth. Tossing over the two scrolls, Jiraiya was sent scrambling to save his beloved sake bottle from hitting the ground and spilling its holy contents.
Naruto gazed at his new possessions reverently. 'Wow! Real ninja stuff! Mmm...I can almost taste the ultra-awesome jutsus!'
Having rescued his sake, Jiraiya strolled over, clutching the bottle against his chest. Proudly he said, "Yep, you're going to be learning new some more advanced stuff now. The one that says Rangun (Melee) contains information about taijutsu. I've noticed that you focus on power and speed, so I've found a style that suits you."
"It's called the Lotus Style. This style relies on speed more than power, but its techniques are devastating to your opponent. However, I have to warn you that using them will greatly harm your own body as well. It's really a double edged sword. You just have to make sure the it's being swung at your opponent instead of you. And rather unfortunately, the only ninja that has mastered this style in Konoha is a little...unbalanced so to speak."
Naruto shrugged mentally. Eh, so theres an unbalanced ninja he might have to train under. Its not like he's not used to it. After all, he had Ero-Sennin...
Without warning, a bundle of clothes was shoved into his arms by Jiraiya, knocking him over for like the fifth time that day. "Happy birthday."
Naruto sat in his and Jiraiya's tent eating his pink cake. It was actually pretty good, not sweet enough for you to want to rip your tongue out, but not anything near bland. He had also discovered a layer of strawberries in the middle. His eyes twitched when he thought out of no where, 'This perfume's scent compliments the cake's taste quiet well...'
'Meh, this would be pretty embarrassing anywhere else. Good thing that out here, nobody's around to see (or smell) me except for Jiraiya...'
As he looked around it tent absent mindedly, it occurred to him that he should save the cake. He rarely got sweets at all, being out in the wilderness, and that he should try to nurse the cake for all its worth. Taking a final bite, Naruto stowed the cake back inside the box it had come in and put it inside his backpack.
Sighing contently, Naruto pulled a book from a small stack beside his sleeping bag. Its title read, "The Picture Study of Human Physiology"
As he read, his eyes started to fall and his head nodded. Soon, it had given away to snoring and as Naruto slept, a smile crept on his face.
Life wasn't good, especially with Jiraiya around, but it sure as hell wasn't bad either.
The next morning, Naruto woke to find himself in a dank room, dimly lit by a single cracked light bulb. He was bound to a chair that was bolted into the floor with ropes around his arms and legs. The walls were covered with blood, the coppery smell assaulting his nostrils. In front of him was a single masked interrogator watching him intently. Around the man's neck was a hiate with a small rock on it.
Naruto thought frantically, 'What...? Was I captured by Iwa? What happened to Jiraiya? Where am I anyhow?'
The interrogator spoke in a gravelly voice. "Naruto Uzumaki, Academy Student and Pupil of the Legendary Sannin Jiraiya. A citizen of Konoha. Number 312834. Correct?"
Naruto nodded numbly.
The mask crinkled to suggest the man was smiling. "Excellent."
A hand shot out and gripped Naruto's throat tightly. The interrogator rasped, "Now where is he?"
Naruto gasped, "Wh-who?"
"Jiraiya."
As inconspicuously as he could, Naruto tried reaching for pockets where he knew had a folding dagger. Meanwhile, he kept talking to attempt to distract the interrogator.
"Jiraiya...umm...aha! Did you check to hot springs? He's usually there, peeping on women. You can probably find him distracted doing research.'
The interrogator nodded pleased with the information, "A wise little boy and cooperative too."
Holding up a drill with a plier attachment he had been hiding behind his back, he grinned ferally, "I didn't even need to break you."
Naruto's heart leaped when he felt the hilt of the dagger. Carefully taking the weapon out, as not to drop it, Naruto flicked the blade out with his thumb. The masked man had turned to speak into an intercom system and had no idea his captive had just cut his bonds.
Just as he was about to report the location of the elusive Sannin, he was abruptly given a round house kick. Spinning around, Naruto used the momentum he had gained to follow up with a spinning low kick before tackling the man. The torture device clattered on the floor, out of reach of both Naruto and the man. Landing on his torso, the man attempted to get up but collapsed again when he felt the boy on his back. Taking his knife, Naruto cut a thin streak on the man's neck inbetween the neck and the base of his head, severing the nerves that lead to his brain. Its silence and lethality was just as Naruto had read.
Adrenaline pumping, Naruto threw the door to the room open revealing a labyrinth. He sprinted down the hallway his eyes wide opened, his mind too numb to realize he had just killed another man. He flashed past rows of empty jail cells, only to skid to a stop. A ragged woman who was starved to the extent her ribs were showing, looked at him sorrowfully through iron bars. Pulling out his knife, Naruto wasted no time jamming it into the lock securing the cell, attempting to break it. He paled when he saw the woman grin insanely, pulling a sword out of thin air. The woman charged at him, breaking through the bars completely with surprising strength. Letting go of his dagger, Naruto tumbled sideways, with no other direction to maneuver in the narrow hallway. He turned to see the zombie woman bearing down on him. Ducking, he narrowing having his head shredded by the woman.
The sword came down again. Instead of retreating backwards again, Naruto slid between the woman's legs missing the sword again by a hair's breadth. He tugged at his knife still stuck in the lock fruitlessly when he noticed a shift in the air. He jumped back just as the blade crashed in front of him, shearing the lock off the cell completely. As it clattered on the floor, the knife was jolted out to Naruto's glee. Taking a chance, Naruto dived for the dagger, rolling away as soon as he felt his hands enclose the hilt. However, his expedition did not go unpunished. The woman had driven the sword downward, giving Naruto's left shoulder a deep gash. Rolling backward, Naruto idly noticed that either the sword was extremely heavy or that the woman wasn't an experienced sword user. The sword came forward in a stabbing motion as Naruto charged. Naruto shifted his head slightly to the right so the sword zipped past him before lunging toward the woman, only to be deflected by the sword. Falling on his butt, Naruto felt a pelt of cold sweat as the sword stabbed downward. He feebly brought his dagger up before screwing his eyes shut.
The pain never came.
He opened his eyes to see that the sword had cleaved the entire blade of his dagger in half and was now stuck in the hilt. Using this opportunity, Naruto abandoned his dagger and punched the woman in the jaw. The woman's body sailed backwards slackly. The woman tried to get up again, using her sword as a crutch. However, Naruto had jumped up and performed an axe kick toward her neck but to his amazement, the woman had managed to raise her sword in time to in block the blow. Naruto took his fingers and drove them into the woman's eyes.
To his astonishment he felt no resistance what-so-ever. Just as suddenly did the woman collapse, face down. Rolling her over, Naruto gasped. It seemed it really had been a corpse all along. He could see bones through patches of missing skin. The hair that had been attached just a moment ago fell out and turned to dust.
The smell of rotting flesh filled the air. Peeling his eyes off the decomposing woman, Naruto ran.
And ran.
And ran.
He burst through the door at the other end of the dungeon before retching, the contents of his stomach spilling out on the ground. He stumbled forward into a pair of arms and a broad chest. "Naruto!"
"'Raiya!"
Naruto sniffled, "Jiraiya! Help me!"
Patting him on the head, Jiraiya smiled, "Its okay now Naruto, I'll get you out of here."
Smiling weakly, Naruto suddenly saw a slight movement in the shadows.
"Jiraiya! Watch out!"
Turning his head Jiraiya gaped as three shuriken dug into his back.
Three masked shinobi stepped out of the shadows, each with an Iwa hiate. "So this is the infamous Jiraiya."
Jiraiya's face tensed, "Iwa's ANBU? We're currently at peace! If you kill me or him, you'll be starting a war!"
A fourth shinobi appeared out of the darkness. "Hmph, yes, but who'll tell Konoha?"
Turning to his subordinates, the apparent captain ordered, "Kill them."
Without another word two Fuuma shuriken whirred at Jiraiya.
The Sannin deflected one only to be blindsided by the other. Just as the shuriken was about to shear Jiraiya into pieces, something dived across him shielding him.
Naruto gasped in pain as the giant shuriken dug into his back. The coppery smell was back. The shuriken had three of its blades sticking out the back of Naruto's body, but one had cut right through his ribcage and was protruding out in front of Jiraiya.
Jiraiya gasped in horror, "Naruto! Why...why did you do this for me?!"
Naruto looked at him weakly as his vision started to fade. "I don't know...my body just moved by itself. After all...I could let one of the only people in the world care about me die here can I?"
As Jiraiya's worried face faded, Naruto felt something seemingly tugging the back of his mind...
Naruto's eyes snapped open to see Jiraiya's smiling face. Silence permeated the tent as Naruto suddenly started to bawl. "J-Jiraiyaaaaaa...I thought...I thought...Waaaaaa!"
Jiraiya kept smiling gently as he lifted Naruto's chin. "Come on, chin up, chest out..."
Patting Naruto's back Jiraiya explained, "Naruto...you've grown up a lot in these three years. Its time that you started being a real ninja now. In the real world, there are people stronger than me, some older than time itself, others perhaps a newborn babe. Ninjas die. They get captured. They're tortured. You're going to have to start to accept that...sadness and loss... is just as important in life as happiness and gain is."
His eyes hardened in seriousness as he continued. "Frankly, you've shown some extremely admirable traits already. When you dove in front of me to save me you showed that you knew, whether consciously or not, where real strength comes from. You grow strong when defending your loved ones...your bonds...your precious people. You are weak when you fight to simply kill, maim, and destroy. You showed selflessness, that you feel that others are more important than yourself. This is an admirable trait that not everyone has. Its the ability to conquer greed and want, the supposed seeds of evil. Once again, very admirable.You showed that you dislike killing when you...threw up after you saw the woman's corpse. You must always remember this Naruto : A dying man has a sight, a smell and a sound. The smell of burnt and rotting flesh. The sound of his agonizing screams to god. The sight of him writhing in unspeakable pain. Its not something you should ever enjoy Naruto."
On that solemn note Jiraiya turned to leave the tent, but not before one last thing. "I want you to swear an oath, never to use what I'll be teaching you to harm somebody in spite or hate."
Still shivering over what he had just experienced, Naruto raised his right hand and slowly sounded out, "I swear to never use...my skills...as a ninja...to harm anybody...in spite...or hate."
Hearing the boy's affirmation, Jiraiya relaxed. "Don't worry Naruto, you'll be a fantastic ninja someday. I can feel it."
As Jiraiya left the tent, Naruto snuggled back into his sleeping back, his eyes glazed over as he played out the events he had just gone through over...and over...and over...again...
If anyone wants to know, Jiraiya used a genjutsu on Naruto.
For those who don't know the pairing, I'll leave you to suffer.
This is about 5100 words...longest chapter yet.