Chapter 2

The young boy sat down, collapsing against the tree trunk, his breath coming heavy as beads of perspiration rolled down his face. He pushed his messy blonde hair out of his line of sight, and lay down thinking. He had been training for almost two and a half hours.

He had studied some forms from one of the scrolls in the family library; they all had different names, the Crane Dance, the Star Dance, the Dance of Death, but the one that caught his eye was the Dance of the Rising and Setting Sun. He had looked at the postures, and they seemed to be the most powerful and cool postures out of the lot, yet this dance also seemed to be the most graceful.

He had been working diligently for the last two and a half hours and had almost completed the dance, which he had been trying to do for the last two months, and finally he had done it. The Dance of the Rising and Setting Sun was said to be a powerful weapon for any shinobi, and if executed correctly it could take down an opponent much stronger and more experienced than yourself.

Naruto had been training like this everyday for the last year, ever since the Hokage had offered him the opportunity to go the Shinobi Academy. The first day at the academy was only a few days away, and he wanted to brush up on a few of the skills he had learnt over the last year before he attended, so he could prove himself and respect the memories of his parents.

When he was old enough to understand, the Sandaime had explained who his parents were and that he was the last Kazama to him. He felt intense pride fill him when he heard of how they fought, and how important they were, he finally understood that his parents had loved him. Then earlier this year the Sandaime had explained to Naruto about how the Kyuubi no Kitsune was sealed in him and how he had in fact saved the village on that dreadful, infamous day that was still remembered by the villagers of Konoha. At first he wondered why his father would subject him to this. He finally understood the prejudices, the glares, and all the beatings he had faced during his life, but over time he understood that his father had no alternative.

Suddenly Naruto heard a faint rustling in the overhead trees and foliage as an ANBU with a wolf mask jumped down in front of him.

"Hey Kakashi nii-chan!" Naruto said, getting up to hug the ANBU, who promptly moved back, waving his arms in refusal of the hug.

"No Naruto, no hugs. You're sweaty and you stink. Anyway I just popped by to see how you were doing," Kakashi said.

"I'm doing great. Can you believe it?! I just finished the Dance of the Rising and Setting Sun. Just in time for the academy, I'm gonna show them what a kick-ass ninja I am, and show them what a Kazama can do!" Naruto yelled in excitement.

"Really, you got the dance done?," Kakashi asked, his voice raised an octave as he voiced his shock at this revelation. "Naruto, I want you to promise me that you won't use the Dance, or any of those jutsus I taught you to hurt anyone in the academy," Kakashi said, bending down so he was face to face with Naruto."

"Of course I won't! I'm not stupid. Besides I wouldn't want to show everyone my fool arsenal of skills! I'd much rather have some surprise skills which I can pull on them when they least expect it, hehe," Naruto grinned.

Another ANBU dropped down from the trees. "Kakashi-sempai, the Hokage requires your presence in his office, it is urgent!"

Kakashi turned and ruffled Naruto's hair before disappearing in a whirl of leaves, "I really have to get him to teach me how he does that!" Naruto said. With that he left his family training ground and compound and entered the crowded streets of Konoha. When he had found out about his heritage the Sandaime had asked him whether he wanted to live at his family compound or if he wanted to have his own apartment, Naruto chose the latter simply because the first was much too big for one person. However, Naruto still used the library and training grounds daily.

As he walked down the street he noticed different mixed emotions towards his presence. Some people were scowling at him, and he occasionally heard whispers of 'demon'. Others looked at him, and smiled. He supposed this was because, on the one side he was the Kyuubi's jailer, and that earned a lot of distrust for him, and on the other he was a Kazama, of the noblest blood in Konoha, which earned him respect.

Finally Naruto stopped in front of Ichiraku Ramen Stand. He took a seat and his stomach begun to rumble as his senses were overwhelmed by the smells coming from the kitchens. "Hey ojii-san!" He said to Teuchi. "Can I have some miso ramen?" He asked.

"Sure Naruto," Teuchi smiled at his best customer. "Hey Ayame! Naruto's here!"

After a few seconds Ayame came out and struck up a conversation with Naruto. As usual Naruto started talking sbout his training and began gloating over how he had completed the Dance.

An hour later and 12 empty bowls of ramen were stacked on the table. Naruto handed over some coins to Teuchi and murmured his thanks, before truning on his heel and walking to his apartment.

Naruto stayed up for hours in his bedroom, studying some jutsu scrolls from his family library. He had gotten the hand seals for the Water Vortex Jutsu and Divine Winds Jutsu to memory before sleep finally claimed him.

Hey to anyone whose nuts enough to read my rubbish story!

Hope you wierdos liked it.

I know this chapter was up quick, and thats cause I was writing when I should have been working (Naughty me)

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