"Hey, Seinaru!" a voice shouts out from behind Seinaru who was walking in town eating a bag of banana chips.
Seinaru stopped and turned around spotting the six foot five, muscular man, with dark green eyes and brown hair that reached his chin, but was pushed back.
"Ronin, how are you?" Seinaru smiled, brushing his hand clean on his own vest.
"Aha, pretty good. Just got done with your Genin team, eh?" Ronin rested his hands on his hips.
"Earlier, I was just taking a walk. What about you?" Seinaru asked.
"I had the kids run around, doing exercises till they could barely move, but this one kid lasted way longer than the other two, I'm not surprised neither." Ronin snickered before dropping his arms at his sides and began to walk.
"Why not?" Seinaru asked and continued eating his chips.
"Because I was lucky enough to get Ganjou's son." Ronin grinned, looking over at Seinaru who was rather surprised.
"Wow, you're pretty lucky." Seinaru replied, eating another handful of chips.
"Yeah, considering Ganjou was basically my equal, my rival. I always went toe to toe with him at any given chance, he was stronger than me, but I didn't let up. I'm only considered somewhat lucky compared to you, heard that you have an Uchiha, which is rare nowadays." Ronin said.
"I'm only interested in the Sharingan, I don't want any part of the controversy surrounding that clan. I'm slightly excited to see what the kid can do when he activates it, especially if he masters it. I say if because I doubt he's going to live long or stand out. My Genin are younger than I hoped, but Suri Jugito shows promise." Seinaru replied before emptying the rest of the chips into his mouth and balling up the bag in his hands.
"That's disappointing to hear, but you never know what may come around, what would you do then?" Ronin asked.
"Whatever happens, happens." Seinaru gave a quick shrug before tossing the bag to the side. "So, what's Ganjou's kid like?" Seinaru asked to change the subject.
"He's pretty much the same as his dad, Ganjou didn't work hard on the name though: Genjou, that's the kid's name, could ya believe it?" Ronin laughed, Seinaru chucked slightly. "Yeah, but the kid is great, looks like his father back in the day, but you can easily see Sheeba in his face. Ah, Sheeba... wasn't she beautiful? It's a shame what happened." Ronin remarked.
"Yeah, it should be tough on that kid for losing both parents, especially on separate occasions." Seinaru added.
"I'm prepared to help anyway I can, but for now he seems very energetic, joyful even. Besides, he's living with his step mother, and his baby brother." Ronin shrugged while tilting his neck side to side, giving a crack with each movement.
"Baby? The kid should be one by now." Seinaru laughed briefly.
"Whatever." Ronin gave a light jab at Seinaru's right shoulder before continuing, "Just know that I got the kid's back."
Nine year old Genjou Shinpou walked into his house, aching from the intense training he had. He was worn out and very sore, but he still had house work to do or he'd be in a lot of trouble with his step mother, Rita. Rita was a woman with peach colored skin, long brunette hair, and narrow dark eyes. She was very attractive with her slim body that showed multiple curves at all the right places, but it was something about her face that just showed anger, attitude, and hate. Genjou was terrified of her, at first scared of her looks alone, but then even being a subject of her rage. Genjou slipped off the red long sleeve shirt, on his back was at least ten scars that were crossed repeatedly all over, on his arms there were a few scratch marks. Genjou began washing her dirty laundry first, then his one year old brother's laundry, while preparing their food and cleaning the kitchen. His movements were much more slow because of his body being so sore. Rita came home and found that Genjou was still doing his chores. She wanted everything to be done before she got home from work, she worked at a grocery store from morning to the evening, everyday.
"Genjou, why the hell isn't anything done yet!" she screamed before slamming the door behind her, anger forcing her face to start turning red within seconds.
"I-Mom, I'm sore from training, remember? Today I went to meet my Sensei." Genjou answered quickly, trying to remain calm.
Rita walked over to him, staring down at him, "I don't give a damn about that ninja crap! When I say do something, have it done! You didn't even wash that big pot! It was one goddamn pot, and you didn't wash it! I know you didn't just get into the house! What about your brother having something to eat!" she yelled, each sentence she became louder.
"Mom... I just got in about... five to ten minutes ago. I was going to wash the pot when I finished cooking for you two." Genjou tried to speak with a low tone to avoid her from accusing him of anything.
"Bullshit, Genjou! Get the hell out of my face, you make me sick!" she screamed, Genjou just walked away.
Rita began pouring the water in the pot, she pulled it out of the sink, but from her being so angry, she didn't notice she poured too much water into the pot and it spilled on her work uniform.
"GODDAMN IT! GENJOU, GET IN HERE, NOW!" Rita screamed at the top of her lungs, waking up Genjou's little brother from his calm nap to a frighten cry.
Genjou's heart began to race from the sudden shout of his name, but he expected such. Genjou returned to the kitchen, Rita tossed the pot against his chest, which he was unable to avoid completely and stumbled from the hit.
"CLEAN IT UP! LOOK AT THIS MESS!" Rita continued to curse while going to her room.
Genjou had adapted to this lifestyle since his father's death approximately two years ago. Things were very different back then, but always had a hint of the present.