An: Basically this chapter shows you Naruto's strength and where he is at. So a lot of exposition and training and semi-boring stuff. Picks up half-way through the chapter to more exciting stuff. ALSO, COOKIE FOR EVERYONE WHO READ THE PROLOGUE! Thanks for that. It's chocolate chip, hope you enjoy. Leave a review if you want to tell me how bad my writing is, or how much I suck. I guarantee I will cry for negative twenty seconds over senseless hate. For real reviewers tell me what you liked, what you hated, and what I could do better. I only have four chapters fully written(this one included) so I can implement stuff later on. I am also nowhere even near an amateur at Japanese so don't hate to much on me if I mess up. Also If you hate me using Japanese, say so in the comments and I'll stop. I just think hokage is cooler than fire shadow. Enough of my AN, go ahead and read. Ps: naruto is six when it is six years earlier and nine when it is three years.

"Hello" normal talking

"Time to die" mental thoughts

"I like donuts" biju/demon/jinchuuriki using biju chakra

"I shall lace the donuts with poison" mental thoughts of biju e.t.c

…...Six years earlier... Naruto's first day at the Ninja academy...

I dragged my feet into the classroom already feeling the glares from my classmates. On my right cheek was a huge bruise throbbing angrily and telling me I'm stupid. The reason I had the stupid thing was because earlier I tried to be a nice guy, and every knows how well that always ends. Anyway, there was a Hyuuga girl outside the academy that I had spotted being bullied by three boys. I couldn't let someone be bullied in front of my eyes, so I went over to stop them. But as I neared the four, I realized I couldn't show my full strength because pretty much the first rule of deception is make the enemy underestimate you. Still, I didn't want to be late to class. So after a second's thought, I trekked up behind two of the boys and knocked them out via pressure points. The third charged me and I let hit me with a punch before I could fight back. I copied his form to give the Hyuuga time to run, and run she did. As soon as the girl was out of sight, I then easily dispatched the boy.

I was broken from my musings over my slight injury as I sat down in a chair in the back of the classroom. I didn't dare take the seat next to Narumi. Even though she gestured for me to sit next to her, I couldn't. I couldn't because I would be attacked by villagers (i.e. villagers from a SHINOBI village, come on say it with me SHI-NO-BI) for tainting the "hero". I also wouldn't even if I could because I just am not able to stand being near my family.

I saw from my darkness laced position Narumi frown. I didn't care. Minutes later the class was filled with students and the two instructors walked in. "Hello class, my name is Iruka,' he pointed towards himself, "and his is Mizuki," he finished by pointing at the silver haired instructor. You shall refer to us as,"sensei," or our "name" "sensei." He scanned the class after his statement, looking for understanding of what he had said. His eyes as well as Mizuki's seem to linger on me. "You are here to learn the Shinobi arts and I do not accept slackers." I heard a dismayed groan from someone in the middle rows.

The day then passed quickly with Iruka going over what my classmates and I would learn. When it was lunchtime, I quickly fled to the shadows of an oak outside where my class was eating. Sadly my sister deemed it important to speak with me. "Naruto-kun," she yelled while glomping my side. I cringed from her contact, for one moment thinking I was being beaten by a mob again. But as soon as that thought came it went. But I had a second reason to cringe. One of my so called, "family," was touching me. She felt me cringe but said nothing.

"What is it," I asked bluntly. "Come play with me and my friends," she asked. "I'm sorry Narumi, I'm busy," I replied with a small smile. On the inside however I was raging. "Well... ok then," she said with a sad look. Ugh, I couldn't stand her. The feeling was multiplied with how she had an obsession with me. She always wanted me to play with her or hug her or so many things with the two of us together, doing something. Her parents thought it was cute, like we were mini-Minato and Kushina's. Those are also the only times I am truly remembered. I knew my parents knew I existed, but they were always so focused on Narumi that I didn't matter.

…..Three years later...still three years before present time...

I hovered above my class in a tree eating my lunch I had made. My mother found it too unimportant to make me lunch, or talk to me. Or hug me and tell me she loves me. "STOP!" I yelled to myself in my mind. "If I keep this up I'll break down," I spoke as a mantra in my head.

As the months passed, I mused after sufficiently calming myself, I had become much stronger, learning techniques and other important knowledge such as battle tactics, survival in the wild, e.t.c. With my powers rising, so did my anger. I could fight any jonin fairly(who am I kidding, what ninja fight is fair, I mean NINJAS) and likely win. Yet, my sister who is 3rd from last place in my class is praised for losing her fights with other academy students. It made me grunt in fury. I needed to become stronger though, Strong enough to beat a kage. So I trained. I learned from Itachi Uchiha, one of the few people I could call friend, who was already encroaching on kage strength at 17 years of age.

Once my day ended at school, I headed straight to training ground 1/5. It was an abandoned secret training ground originally for Anbu. The reason it wasn't in use was because the strength of the Anbu's were deemed to powerful for the area, which happened to be close to civilians. Therefore it was perfect for me. A secret ground as well as scaring the shit out of civilians.

Moving on, I was practicing elemental affinities, or more specifically my fourth affinity. Of the five main affinities, my strongest was wind. Most would say that is my affinity and call it there, but in truth everyone was actually attuned to all five of the elements. One was just simply so much higher than all the rest that the others couldn't really match. There was also the fact that even though your affinity was supposedly the easiest for yourself, it was still pretty damn hard. That only makes other elements harder and is why the element strong against one's own affinity is the hardest to learn. To return to what I was doing was that of me practicing my fourth affinity, or suiton: water element. It was while I was practicing the water element(because I was already proficient in Wind, Lightning, and fire) that my senses went haywire. I dodged hard to my left. There in my place where I was just practicing was a flurry of shuriken. I looked warily for any signs of who had tossed them and quickly spotted the aggressor. It was a single Anbu who wore a kitsune mask, the porcelain of the mask formed to make a snarling visage. I then flung myself towards the fox-faced individual, hoping to dispatch the enemy in a quick matter of time. Less than a second later the air was filled with a deadly dance of kunai and fists. As we broke apart I got a deep slash to my attackers chest. I could also see from my close-up view point that the Anbu was already exhausted and looking like he (I could tell from after I stabbed him) had already been in a harsh battle, not only missing the iconic chest piece, but arm braces and shin guards as well. In return from my previous attack I received a thick cut to my left thigh, with blood immediately spewing out. I flashed through seven seals as I back-pedaled and yelled, "Katon: Embers of god no jutsu," and as my chakra finished flaring, three massive embers formed in the air in a moments notice and then split into hundreds of gumball sized projectiles and launched at the attacker. The kitsune-Anbu the blurred through hand seals at speeds I couldn't see and intoned, "Suiton: Ocean Impass no jutsu," the jutsu unleashing a massive wall of water that was continuously being refilled by a torrent of H2O from the Anbu. I could also see the Anbu had moved his mask but with the water obscuring his facial features by distorting them.

Due to the severity of situation, I decided to bring out the metaphorical big guns. I didn't want to do this, but I had to use my Minato's jutsu. I had to use the rasengan. The thought of the technique made me think of how I had learned it. I had learned the jutsu when Narumi was attempting to learn it. When her father had shown her the technique I memorized what he had explained to her to be able to learn it and use those tips to teach it to myself. Narumi, of course, was unable to learn the technique because of her terrible chakra control. I however was able to use it in a week. I held out my right hand, easily forming the famous technique. I used my left to form a ball of pure wind chakra in a sort of faux replication of the rasengan that was just as deadly as the rasengan.

Using chakra to insanely boost my speed, I rushed the Anbu as his technique fell. As I neared the Anbu, I suddenly felt the cut on my thigh pulse in pain and yelled, "AGH." The speed at which I was moving was simply too much pressure on the leg wound and had caused intense pain, making my aim mess up. Rather than hitting the Anbu in the face like I was aiming for, I instead nailed the bastard in the stomach the attack caused the recipient to be knocked down, a scream of pain accompanying the falling. As soon as I had recovered from the pain, I stalked over to the fallen man and removed the fox mask.

It was... Itachi Uchiha! What was he doing here? Why did he attack me? Because of his attack, I had made a titanic hole in his gullet. He couldn't survive missing half his organs! One thing out all this craziness was that Itachi Uchiha was a dead man breathing his last breaths. Also along with that thought, how could I have beat him. Even though I saw he was tired, it just didn't make sense that I could beat him. The Uchiha could have easily used a genjutsu too have beaten me. I just didn't understand! I did not notice my eye twitch as I gripped my skull.

"What are you doing here Itachi," I screamed! "I... had to show you, Naruto, how strong you are," Itachi shuddered, his blood staining the grass. "I lied to when we trained, you're not as weak as you think. I had told you that you were weaker than you really were because I was jealous. To think, I, heir to the Uchiha clan and known prodigy jealous of you, a boy whose family doesn't have time for and recipient of a hateful village. But as much as I was jealous, I also loved you as much as my own brother of flesh and blood. To me you were another brother, a precious person who I must protect. But so much has caught to me. I couldn't keep running, so the best way keep things the way they should was to fight you, to have you kill me. It will let me rest in peace to know someone I love is my final foe and not a nameless enemy who would use my death as a path to glory." Itachi wheezed as he whispered his last words. His eyes were fading and I felt my heart dieing, for I was the one who caused this. "Most of all, Naruto, I wanted to show you Naruto that you don't need a clan to be strong, just a will to do what must be done and a dream." Suddenly the heir to the Uchiha clan looked desperate. "Come closer Naruto," I bent lower and before I could react, Itachi had in a sudden jerk of his arm, slashed a kunai through my eye, effectively ruining it without causing excessive damage to me. Itachi smiled grimly, "Now you have to take my eye, to be my final gift to you, Happy early Birthday Naruto."

…...3 hours later...

I stared at Itachi's grave, my face aching and my new sharingan spinning. I had done as Itachi had said and removed his eye and attached it to myself. He had also had me remove his other and store it in a jar in which he then promptly using the last of his chakra sealed the eye in a seal he had formed on my right bicep, saying the seal will open when I needed the eye the most. I then held his hand as he died, as my brother died. As soon as Itachi's eyes had faded I dug a grave using my bare hands and buried him and just stared at the grave ever since. I still didn't know why he had done it, or if I did I just couldn't believe it.

Another reason I lingered was I didn't know how to tell his mother, Mikoto Uchiha. She was one of the few people in this village that didn't hate me(and I didn't hate them i.e. my "family"). Now I was terrified that she would. That thought brought a gut-wrenching pain to my heart. I would be truly alone again. Again like those days when it was only me, without the skills to defend myself from even the weakest villager. Not a single person in the world I could trust. I shook my head, it didn't matter what I felt. Somehow I would tell the Uchiha woman, I had to. For Itachi's sake as well as mine. I then sunk to my knees, my hands resting on my brother's grave. I felt the tears wanting to be released. But no matter how much I wanted them to fall, they stayed within me, never descending.

Before I knew what was happening, I was abruptly wracked with agony. I fell over losing consciousness. I tried to fight it, but the pain. The pain was unbearable. Lingering in my veins like a million needles made of fire stabbing my very being. My skin feeling as if it was being roasted from the inside. I finally lost and closed my eyes to sleep.

...Naruto's mind-scape...

I dragged myself to my feet, suddenly conscious of my awoken state. In front of me was a great and voluminous cage with a small tag placed high in the air on the opening of the passageway with the word, "seal," placed on it in kanji. But that wasn't what held my attention. It was just the monolithic nine tailed fox behind it.

The Kyuubi no Kitsune stared down at me fulgent. The terrifying presence it had felt almost comforting as it watched me. "Greetings, puny container, I am the great and elysian Kyuubi no Yoko." The fox smiled a sinister canine teeth filled grin. "I have summoned you here to parley, I don't particularly wish to die, but if you die, I will as well. Straight to the shinigami's viscus with the both of us. So in life threatening events, I will aid you." I stood proudly with a horrific gleam in my eyes. "You...You...YOU HORRIBLE AND NASTY CREATURE," I screeched, rage plundering my veins, "YOU DARE PRESUME TO BE ARROGANT AND SUPERCILIOUS WITH TO ME!" Another look came into my eyes, one of someone on the edge of insanity. I however had no idea at the time. "I AM YOUR CONTAINER, YOUR CAGE, YOUR MASTER BY RIGHTS AND GROWING EVER MORE TRUE FOR EVERY SECOND YOU ARE SEALED INSIDE ME," I bellowed. The kyuubi appeared to be blushing if that sort of thing is even possible for a 500 foot tall fox. I even so, far to lost in rage to notice paid no attention. "So if you ever threaten me again," the biju was now covered in giant thick glowing chains that restricted the beast painfully, "then I will become your worst nightmare."

….Real world...

It was night when I came to. How could it be night? I had remembered vaguely when I had raged at the fox that I was only speaking to it for a few minutes. I stood up and then noticed something different. I felt taller? I mad my way over to a slow running nearby stream and peered into it. I searched for something different until I noticed it. I was taller. Of my original height of five feet, I had to have grown a few inches. This was most definitely new, though I hoped it was a one time thing. I didn't want to be like eight feet tall by the time I'm twenty.

I reached into my back pouch and pulled out... his mask. I couldn't even think his name for it hurt too much. I placed it onto my face and prepared to take off. I was just another Anbu. The most important fact was that I was now anonymous. I had to visit Mikoto. I fled to the trees and then to the rooftops once I had exited the training grounds. They looked almost infinite at this hour of the early morning. I tried to lose myself in thought but couldn't. For the first time in my life, I felt nervous.

I landed in front of the home of Fugaku and Mikoto Uchiha. Sasuke, Itachi's brother also lived here but he was of no consequence. Only Mikoto mattered right now and what I had to tell her. I knocked tentatively at first, almost afraid. I knew Fugaku was out on a mission for the next month, so the people here were Mikoto and Sasuke. I waited for a response, and waited. Nothing. I then knocked once more with a little more force. I heard floaty steps and then light was suddenly shown on me from the open door. There was Mikoto in her sleep wear looking slightly tired but aware and alert, a trait all good ninjas had. "Yes," she said slightly impatiently. We both knew I wasn't Itachi for he wore a crow's mask and he wouldn't have knocked because he lived here.

"I...I... may I come in," I finally stuttered. Mikoto looked faintly surprised but waved me in. As soon as we were settled in the kitchen, I slumped. "Now," she chided, "what is it you want, Naruto." I didn't even flinch at how she must have recognized my voice when I had asked to come in. That thought easily explained how she knew it was me.

"I have something to tell you," I began. "It's about …. Itachi." Mikoto now looked concerned. "What about, Itachi?"

"Well... well...," I stammered not knowing how to explain. I felt the pressure build up in my chest and I couldn't take it anymore. I flung off my mask my new sharingan ablaze in the dim lighting, "He's dead."

The room went deathly quiet, only the slight quivering and back and forth motion of my mask on the table making any noise. I quickly glanced at Mikoto's face only to see it had taken a squalid look. "I," the words tumbled forth, "was training and then was attacked by a lone Anbu who was missing lots of standard Anbu gear and was exhausted as far as I could tell wearing that mask." I pointed at the mask I had thrown. "We fought and I eventually won and removed the mask. It was Itachi; if I had known I would have let him kill me." I took a deep breath, "I know you could never forgive me but you deserved too know." I tensed up, waiting for her to scream, yell, even hit me, kill me. Yet she did none of these things. She instead wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. I flinched horribly because of her hug and jumped out of her arms. She looked at me with red(not sharingan, just swollen) and teary eyes, "why," she said simply.

I first I thought she was asking me to explain why I had killed Itachi but figured out she was asking why I had flinched. I explained how when I was younger and defenseless, mobs would beat me for containing the kyuubi. She then pulled me into another hug and this time I hugged back. I hugged her like a scared 4-year old. She whispered soft nothings in my ear assuring everything was okay and that she wasn't mad. I could feel her hot tears falling on my shoulder. I didn't care, it was the first time I had been hugged in such a long time. I didn't even remember my first hug and the only other one I remembered was a hug from the very same woman after Itachi had rescued me from a mob. I of course also didn't count my sister's glomps. The reason I didn't was because the hug held no true meaning. I still couldn't cry.

…...Back to present...

Iruka Umino walked into the classroom of his students from the pass six years and gazed on all his students in pride. Well almost all, he felt no pride when he looked at Naruto Namikaze. Every single child was present for today. He stared intently at each face in the class. He knew everyone would pass. They usually did. It was just the jonin test the set apart the ninjas from the civilians. But he knew that the clan children would most definitely pass all tests.

….Final Test: Bushin no jutsu...

I flashed the two seals for normal clones and flared a miniscule amount of chakra. Out popped 50 bushin. "You pass," Iruka said in an impassive voice. He had never liked me. I walked over to the table. I then picked up the last hi-atie. The cloth of the head band was white, a strange color for one of the bands in the leaf. Though it was bit symbolic considering the day. The color symbolized my foot falls beginning to step from the shadows, to rise from the darkness. With it tied around my neck, I left. The teams would be announce tomorrow. As I walked through the shadows of the trees outside, I couldn't help but get poetic, "In these shadows that I tread, wearing the wreath of the dead, I walk away as a wraith, just to rise another day."

…...Next day...

"Alright," Iruka yelled," time to announce the teams." Iruka then rapidly ran through the teams until he got to team 7. "Team... 7 will consist of Sasuke Uchiha," Iruka announced, building suspense for the fan girls. "Kiba Inuzuka," added secondly, ignoring the glares of all the fan girls in the class. He finished succinctly with, "Sakura Haruno." Many girls groaned except for Hinata Hyuuga an Narumi Namikaze. "Team 8 is Hinata Hyuuga, Narumi Namikaze, and Naruto Namikaze," Iruka said loudly. "Team 10 is Ino Yamanaka, Chouji Akimichi, and Shikamaru Nara." "Team 11 is Shino Aburame, Goku Mura, and Zaku Rinn." Iruka proudly smiled, "your senseis will be Kakashi(team 7), Kurenai(team 8), Asuma(team 10), and Ebisu(team 11)." Iruka looked around, and for a moment stared at Kakashi's team 7. "They will arrive shortly," and with that Iruka left, leaving the new formed teams to chatter amongst themselves.

10 minutes later and the only teams left sitting in the classroom was my own and team 7. Sakura and Kiba were making small talk while Narumi and Hinata discussed something. I was being bathed in the shadows at the back of the class and Sasuke sat on a window sill. Etched on the young Uchiha member's face was a grim look.

Three years ago when Itachi had died, I had informed Mikoto Uchiha. She in turn later told Fugaku and Sasuke about Itachi's death while leaving out about how he died. Fugaku simply assumed he died on a mission and while sad that his son died, knew it was a part of being a shinobi. Sasuke on the other hand swore vengeance on his brother's murderer and ever since trained relentlessly to become powerful so as to kill his brother's killer. His killer who happened to be me. The most important fact was that only Mikoto and I knew it was me who killed Itachi and that I have a sharingan.

While we waited for our team sensei, something stupid happened. By that I mean Narumi happened. The idiotic girl decided to prank our sensei, who were about an hour late. She cunningly(so not cunningly) placed a chalk dust filled eraser at the top of the door. "As if that would work," Kiba loudly exclaimed. At that very moment after Narumi had placed the eraser, both Kurenai and Kakashi walked in. The eraser plummeted and plonked right onto Kakashi's head. The man, scowled(I think, I mean he is wearing a mask) After he had removed the eraser, he walked further into the room and said in a relaxed manner from beneath his mask, "My first impression of you all is," the others except for me and Kurenai leaned in, "are annoying."

Sasuke, Kiba, Sakura, and Narumi all face planted into a nearby flat surface in disbelief. Hinata looked embarrassed and tapped her tips of her index fingers together, while Kurenai had an eye tic. I assumed I looked as apathetic as ever towards it all. "Well," Kurenai ground out, barely holding her temper," will both the Namikaze's and Hinata Hyuuga follow me." With that said, a few moments later the four of us were on the roof. "So... let's introduce ourselves," Kurenai stated. "You should state your name," Kurenai began, "likes, dislikes, and dreams." she then pointed at Narumi and said, "you start."

"My name is Narumi Namikaze and I like," she was almost bouncing from excitement, "Ramen, my parents, ninjutsu, and my brother." Narumi then frowned, " I dislike the three minute wait for water to boil for Ramen, when my brother won't play with me, and Sasuke-teme because he is mean to everyone. My dream is to become a strong kuinochi and my for my brother to become a strong shinobi!"

I sighed. She always did things like this. She always puts me in her picture. Always trying to include me in her permanent sunshine goggled world. That was one of the many reasons I disliked her. She always had to make a sort movie exclamation. You know, statements like, "I will never fail," or, "I shall love you forever!" All those stupid one-liners. Then after she says them, I am usually affected and not for the better.

"Now you Hinata," Kurenai said kindly. She did so because ever since Hinata had joined the academy, the new jonin had escorted her to school. In doing so, the woman eventually gained a sweet spot for the girl. It also made the naturally red-eyed woman extremely over-protective and touchy about situations that had involved Hinata. It was really quite a silly thing, attachments. With no attachments, one is able to fully reach their power. All one needs is a goal in life to reach. "My name is Hinata Hyuuga," she mumbled. "I like cinnamon rolls, being with my friends, and," the heiress looked pensively at me for a moment. I wondered why. "I dislike mean people, ignorant people, and not living up to my family's standards," she finished. "My dream is to become a strong heiress for my family."

"Alright, your turn gloomy," Kurenai said. "My name is Naruto," I stated and sat back down. The other three were staring at me. "what, do I have something on my mask?," I asked. The reason I said mask was after I gained the sharingan, I had taken to wearing Itachi's fox mask.

"Do you have anything else to say," Narumi asked. "No," I replied simply. "Well then,' Kurenai said slowly. "I am Kurenai Yuuhi. I like genjutsu and tea. I dislike perverts and that creep Asuma. Finally my dream is to be the strongest genjutsu user ever," the genjutsu user finished. "Now let's go to training ground 8 and do this test," the black-haired beauty quipped before standing up and shunshining away. "Wait, test," Narumi exclaimed.

…...Training ground 8...

Two exceedingly ragged looking genin, one slightly disturbed jonin, and an apathetic and no worse for the wear genin stood in a semi-circle. The three pupils of Kurenai, the sempai of team 8, had just took their genin test. But what disturbed Kurenai was not that her new students passed. No, That wasn't it at all. It was merely that her student Naruto had fought her toe-to-toe and hadn't even broken a sweat. A genin with that amount of power was unheard of. Not only did the boy match her in any skill she used, he also surpassed her.

That was a serious blow to her pride, mostly because of the genjutsu aspect of the problem. She had spent her life training in genjutsu and not only had a 12 year old usurped her in skill, he had finished the fight by trapping her in a genjutsu. It was just so degrading. But as she thought about Naruto, another thought struck her. If the boy was so strong, then why was the girl Narumi so weak. Even though the lass had previous training before the academy, she fought as if she was a street brawler with the grace befitting a bull. Then there was Hinata

Her already favored student, something she would never admit, and someone she deeply cared for. During the fight the girl had perfect form and inhuman flexibility. But the girl was so meek, so shy, so unable to want to hurt another person. Another problem the Hyuuga heiress had was she had a massive crush beyond that of rabid fan girls on her other student Naruto. That also reminded her how Narumi was obsessed with her brother. She had heard of some of the tales of her obsession. It was a tad creepy, but who was she to judge. Kurenai groaned internally as another realization hit her. All of her problems lead to Naruto. Naruto, Naruto, Naruto. She was left berieved with that fact.

She thought once more of Naruto. How did the boy reach such high strength? What did his face look like? These were a few of her questions. Sadly, and fortunately they would soon be answered.

…..Naruto's P.O.V...

I followed my team to the mission dispensary. My team was going for it's first mission. For two whole weeks Kurenai had tested my team mates and myself. She had declared me a special case with how I had trounced her in her little test. The best part was only she and I knew. My other team mates were knocked out due too Kurenai's genjutsus.

Inside of the building sat a long desk at which the Hokage and a few chunin were seated with various missions for the ninjas of Konoha. Dotted about the room and the rest of the building were Anbu. Of course they were hidden, but for someone of my skill it was easy to spot them. I then refocused my attention to my "father" and glared at him. Minato Namikaze, the fourth Hokage and full-time tool-bag. My sister was currently squeezing the life out of him and I vindictively wished it would have not been a metaphor. Said man also happened to look over-joyed to see his daughter. I was left unnoticed in the shadows of the room. I could tell Kurenai had noticed but didn't comment on it.

"Alright, alright honey," Minato lightly chided. "Daddy needs to do his job," the Hokage whispered into the excitable girl's ear. I had still heard it. "Team 8, it is now time for your first mission. On request of your sensei, your first mission will a c-rank of which pertains to escorting a bridge builder by the name of Tazuna to Wave country," the yellow flash stated. With that said, a repulsive, aging man with the strong smell of cheap alcohol around him entered.

"These are the brats escorting me," the man yelled, his sight only on the three children ninja in front of him. "They look unfit to escort so much as a bunny."

"I would suggest you be more careful with your words Tazuna-san, else a less forgiving person may take... offense," I whispered into the drunkards ear after having moved extremely fast to stand close to him. Even though I had whispered, the whole room had seem to had heard it. A few minutes later, and we, meaning my team, the drunkard, and myself were on are way to Nami no Kuni.

End Ch. 1. Next ch: Ch 2: A butcher, a scalpel, and a tool.

AN: Sorry in advance for any mistakes. I literally wrote all of this from 1 am to 9 am. By wrote, I mean typed but whatever. I am extremely tired and you don't care about my problems. Leave a review if you want. Rage all you want, or tell me what I could do better. You got to read a little foreshadowing and saw a little of his insanity. Don't worry, he goes full on bonkers later. Also, this chapter had very little to no comedy. Well, in order for something to be angsty, it either has to be beef or a semi-dark story. That's all.

2nd An: Updated to fix errors on May 10th. 3Rd An: Again, edited on May 14.