NARUTO
Destiny Breaker
Konohamaru
Later that morning…
"Jutsu Smasher… no… Energy Blaster… no… Hand of God… hmm…Touch of Destiny?" Naruto murmured passively in his head, rubbing his chin in absent thought at the same time as he looked off to the side in quiet abandon. He was so caught up in his thinking of a name for the technique in his right hand that he was completely oblivious to everything else going on around him, including the Chunin locked in intense conversation at the student evaluation table in front of him.
The jinchuriki frowned and folded his arms, his face scrunching up in response to the whirlwind of thoughts in his head. It was really starting to bite him.
"Hand of God is awesome… but that name sort of implies that I am better then Hokage-jiji," Naruto huffed and turned his head again, his face maintaining that squint-eyed expression. "There is no way I'm on oji-san's level, not even after all that leg extension and tree climbing exercises I went through. Let's see… what other names are there." The boy shook his head. "Gah! Why did I ever think Sheldon was a good name? That's so stupid!"
Hiruzen Sarutobi looked up from the profile document Naruto had handed him, which the boy had composited earlier that day and passed it on to the shinobi board for evaluation. The Chunin accompanying the Hokage were also distracted from their labored discussions over the already assessed profiles handed in from the other academy students when Naruto started speaking out of term, their heads turning in his direction to see him muttering senselessly to himself.
The boy clad in orange then let out a frustrated growl and shook his head furiously, arms folded and his feet hiked up on the legs of the chair he was sitting on.
"No! No! The awesome one who punches all in the face is way too corny, and there is no way I'm going with Righty! Geez brain!" Naruto thumped himself in the cranium with his fist. "Pull yourself together!"
The Third sighed and cleared his throat, stopping the restless jinchuriki on his wayward path to self destruction by verbal abuse.
"Please keep your voice down, Naruto," Hiruzen coughed, looking up at the youngster through the vapors of his pipe hanging from his mouth. "You're disturbing the peace."
"Oh…" Naruto sat up properly and grinned childishly. "Sorry, oji-san."
"Geez," Hiruzen smiled slightly, returning to skimming over the words Naruto had written.
To be quite frank, the Hokage thought the boy had done quite a descent job. Sure it was rushed due to the fact he had been out of home for most of the week, but his grammar and spelling was spot on. The boy had been brutally honest in his comments as well as his analysis on himself, which was inscribed in the corresponding boxes set up for him on the document.
His name: Naruto Uzumaki. Following that was his date of birth on October 10th, academy graduate age of twelve, blood type, height, weight, affiliation, ninja rank and ninja registration number. All of that was simply trivial user material, which then led on to the more personal information. The boy's hobbies included 'training, pulling pranks, and eating ramen'… understandable, his specialty was 'close range, brawling and miscellaneous', and his favorite color was orange. Not the most sophisticated but certainly the most colorful.
Sakura Haruno took her time in decorating her profile document with every skill and attribute she could think of, about herself.
Not really the best idea, since a ninja should always be small on the details and speak briefly.
Naruto knew that fact well, but ignored it through frequent flamboyant displays and his utter disregard for silence.
Furthermore, the picture he had the photographer snap of him was more then suitable. The boy had unzipped his orange jacket to free up his movement, showing the dark blue T-shirt he wore underneath and the necklace with the Uzumaki clan spiral hanging from it (though he didn't know that it was a clan symbol). He also had his goggles over his forehead and his headband hanging from his neck. To complete this, he struck a side pose with his fist extended towards the camera, a sideways thumbs-up, and a striking smile on his face.
It was very smart looking.
Perfect for world's greatest shinobi magazine, but maybe a bit too flashy for an official profile.
Hiruzen however, shrugged it off and slipped the paper into Naruto's file. He then proceeded to speak with the boy.
"It looks to be all in order. Thank you, Naruto. You actually made an effort."
The jinchuriki blinked at the old man, seeing his smile and quickly mulling over the comment given. A tick mark then formed over his head and he pointed at the elder shinobi.
"HEY! What's that supposed to mean?" the boy shouted, nearly jumping out of his seat in outrage. "I put effort into everything, gramps! You know that!"
The Hokage chuckled. "Maybe. But you did leave this document to the last minute… right before the day your teams are organized. What do you think that says about some of your managerial skills?"
"Grrr," Naruto folded his arms and looked away with a huff. "Whatever. It's not like this stuff is that important. Shinobi shouldn't even have profiles to begin with. What with everything we do on a day-to-day basis; espionage, spying, collecting intelligence, killing, routine odd jobs and alike. Information about ninja should be kept in the dark. The less people know about you, the better."
Hiruzen chuckled and removed his pipe, tapping it to the side to rid the bowl end of the excess ash sitting at the bottom. "Maybe you're right, Naruto. Maybe shinobi shouldn't have their profiles highlighted in cabinets for the rest of the world to find out about," the man spoke calmly. The jinchuriki cracked an eye and glanced over at the old Hokage. "I'm not going to get too into the black tape material. However, in spite of what you may think, it is important for village leaders to keep tabs on all their civilians and visitors, including the shinobi who work under them. After all, if a shinobi from our village was to go rogue on us, and by extension of their abilities, characteristics and aims, may also pose a threat to any of our neighbors, then where is the nearest place one can go to acquire information on the rogue ninja to stop them?"
Naruto stared for a moment and gave this new piece of data a moment of consideration. It then clicked in his head and he looked back at the man speaking with him.
"The village the rogue ninja came from?"
"Exactly," the Third exclaimed, popping his pipe back into his mouth. "Food for thought. In the unlikely event that it should transpire, I wouldn't want you going rogue on us, Naruto. You stick out too much as a target."
"Haha…" Naruto murmured and stood up. "Can I go home now?"
"Certainly. You're dismissed," the elder waved, turning back to his paperwork.
Naruto strolled out of the office with his hands in his pockets; in the exact same appearance from his recently taken profile photo. Jacket unzipped, headband around his neck and goggles on his head, he looked almost a couple years older. The only downside to this aspect though was that he smelled of sweaty socks that have been two weeks out in the sun.
This problem may make some other people uncomfortable around him, but to him it was a good, funky man's smell. Hands behind his head, he felt the invisible lines waft off of him, polluting the place with his presence.
He then scrunched his nose in displeasure.
Okay, now that he got a whiff of himself, it was quite honestly unpleasant.
Reminding himself to take a shower when he got back home, Naruto then tuned himself into the events that had led him up to this very moment, consulting his library of memories. His confrontation with Mizuki, his discovery of his exceedingly rare ability to dispel ninja techniques, his first time training using jutsu, his tree climbing training manipulating chakra at his feet, and the fact that he could now jump higher than any building in Konoha by a mile, made him think that he probably should have done something more awesome for his photograph.
Accomplishments like his shouldn't be undersold. They had to be thrown out there for the public to marvel at the man who came about achieving said grand feats.
He enjoyed receiving smiles from the old man instead of scowls, but no matter which way he swung it, he still wanted to do something flashier.
"Oh well," Naruto murmured, putting his hands behind his head. "At least I still look good…"
While he was walking down the corridor with his head held high and eyes pasted to the ceiling, he unexpectedly walked into something small and fast moving.
With a brief exchange of 'oofs' from both respective parties, Naruto looked down at the person he ran into apologetically. "Oh, excuse me. I didn't see you th-"
The next thing the Genin found himself looking at was a little kid rolling around on the ground at his feet, rubbing his face and groaning. The jinchuriki quirked an eyebrow curiously at the boy's continued mumbling and complaining about 'stupid walls', before the youngster eventually made sense of his ramblings, and turned his head towards the obstacle standing in his path.
"W-Wha… who are you?" the adolescent groaned, staring up at the much taller boy in bewilderment.
Naruto, hands still behind his head, blinked. "Who the heck is this kid?" He then became aware of a certain set of equipment lying close to where he was lying. "And why is he running around with shuriken in his hands? A kunai is a much more effective melee weapon-wait a minute!"
The boy had brown hair with a tuft of hair sticking out of a grey, plastic helmet on his head. He also wore an orange shirt with the Konoha symbol on it, grey shorts, and a long blue scarf he adorned in a cape like manner. He didn't look all too familiar, but from the accessories he was carrying with him, Naruto immediately knew that he was out to cause trouble.
"Not on my turf," Naruto huffed and glared at the kid, hands still behind his head. "You shouldn't be running around with those in your hands, it's dangerous. That's why ninja carry them in pouches; to prevent sticking other people by accident."
"You!" the boy glared and pointed a finger accusingly. "YOU KNOCKED ME OVER!"
"You blindly ran into me and knocked yourself over, you moron," Naruto grumbled and went about picking up the shuriken he had been running around with. He managed to collect them all before the hotheaded youngster tried to make a grab for them.
"HEY! Those are mine! Give them back!" the child shouted, at the same time trying to get a hold of the orange thief, who just stepped out of reach. "I need those to defeat my grandpa for the right of Hokage!"
Naruto smirked and held the weapons up on his index finger as if the shuriken were rings, and spun them. "Oh these? Heh, good luck with that," the blonde chuckled and pocketed them. Turning heel, he then casually began making his way towards the stairs.
"Don't turn your back on me! Do you know who I am?" the adolescent leapt to his feet and glared daggers at the boy walking away with his hands, and his confiscated weapons, in his pocket. "I'm the grandson of the Hokage! Apologize!"
"Like I give a squat," Naruto muttered, his foot hitting the first step of the stair well.
The scruffy minor growled angrily and reached into his pocket. Fumbling around for a second or so he then pulled out a kunai, but as a result of drawing it so quickly, it clicked against the button of his shorts.
Naruto stopped in his tracks, his right ear twitching. The increased muscle control from his body strengthening training clued him on to incoming danger.
A split second after bringing the knife up in preparation to take on the insubordinate, orange wearing teenager, the younger boy was unable to react in time when the blonde haired brute in question spun around and threw something back at him.
The kunai the jinchuriki threw, bulls-eyed the ring of the throwing knife the younger academy student was holding, and ripped it right out of his grip, flying passed him before effectively impaling the wall of the hallway several meters behind him.
The scarf wearing adolescent blinked in shock, frozen on the spot when his eyes met the glare from the pissed off target he was intending to throw his knife at.
Naruto's brow furrowed. "Rule number one for Konoha shinobi; never attack a fellow comrade." Turning back around, the blonde continued down the stairwell and out of sight.
The minor shook himself back into life after several minutes of silence, and lowered his extended arm. He rubbed his bruised palm, which had been scraped when his weapon was slugged out of his hand.
"Who was that guy?"
Somewhere in Konohagakure…
"The Clobbering one… nah… hmm…" Naruto massaged his chin with his right hand and looked about absentmindedly, seeing if he could copyright any of the names from the surrounding stores. However, they were all food markets, so there were only names like 'Bob's Fish Mart', 'Haru's Fruit Corner' and 'Beef Riku's Stand'… all that junk. No way will those titles help him in coming up with an awesome name for his technique.
"Curse of the Divine One?" Naruto cried out in annoyance and pulled on his hair. "STOP COMING UP WITH STUPID NAMES!"
He then grinned and snapped his fingers. "I got it! I know what to call my right hand!" The jinchuriki spun around and held his fist up high in a dramatic pose. He imagined an unearthly spotlight surrounding him, and with a wide grin that flashed in the sun, punched his enclosed hand towards the sky. "The World's Awesome Jutsu Disintegrator!"
Silence fell on the crowded street, with shop owners and families stopping to stare at him. There was a moment of pause as a tumbleweed quite literally rolled by on a gust of wind that came out of nowhere, causing Naruto to sweat drop and everyone else to move a safe distance away from him, who was obviously descending into a state of madness. Who wouldn't think so at such a public display?
Frowning, Naruto then glanced down, sensing someone in front of him.
Much to his surprise, he saw the same boy he had run into back in the Hokage mansion looking up at him with a curious expression on his face. Exchanging blinks, the jinchuriki lowered his arm and faced the minor properly, at the same time slipping his hands into his pockets in an effort to regain what little seriousness in his appearance he could convey after his outburst.
"What do you want?" Naruto asked.
The child tilted his head up at him. "It's a little long, don't you think?"
"What's long?"
"The name: The World's Awesome Jutsu Disintegrator. That's a real mouthful," the boy raised an eyebrow at the whisker-marked teenager. "When it comes to naming ninja techniques, you really stink at it, yah know."
A tick mark formed on Naruto's forehead and with an infuriated huff, turned away from the insolent kid talking smack about his jutsu name. The blonde thought that the name he came up with was a smashing good one, way cooler than any of the lousy jutsu he had read about. Jutsu Disintegrator was an epic title for a technique only he could use.
"Whatever, like I care about the nonsense of a child," the newly appointed Genin mumbled and started walking away again. "What do you know…?" He was then stopped in his tracks when he felt a tug on the back of his jacket, forcing him to glance behind him at the source of the problem. When he did, he saw the child he had encountered twice today glaring up at him with a defiant expression on his face. This sort of put the blonde in a mood if he wasn't in one already. "You're really starting to bug me. Don't you have something better to do?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"What?" Naruto grumbled.
"Why didn't you apologize to me?" He let the jacket go as the one he was speaking to turned to face him. Both of them exchanged harsh looks with one another, as if their feud of a discussion was going to turn into a duel right in the middle of the crowded street. "I told you I was the Hokage's grandson, but unlike everybody else who says 'they're sorry' or tell me to 'be more careful', as I am the 'Honorable Grandson'… why didn't you say something like that? You're the first person in this village to disrespect me."
"Do you want the short version or the long version?" Naruto asked, hands in his pockets. He sighed when he saw the minor simply stare up at him, waiting patiently for whatever answer came his way. Shaking his head, the blonde decided to respond if it meant getting rid of his newly acquired carry on. "Titles don't mean anything to me. They have no real value. If you want to put value to your name, you have to earn it. I respect the Hokage because he has earned it, what with everything he's done for his village. In the grand scheme of things, just because you're his grandson, doesn't make you any more of a ninja… or a person of great significance… well… you get the picture."
The boy stared in silence for several seconds, considering what he was told by the older boy. At first glance, it looked as if he was struggling to understand what he was told, or that maybe he was a little bit pissed off at how Naruto chose to put it. The jinchuriki began to think that maybe he had gone a little bit too far lecturing the kid the way he did, and his expression softened somewhat.
After due consideration though, the youngster glaring at him puffed his cheeks and pointed at him.
"I want you to train me, boss!"
"Huh?"
"The way you knocked the knife out of my hand and left it hanging on the wall, it was awesome!" the boy grinned, making it obvious by his current stance that he meant every word, and was firmly set on the idea of making Naruto his new teacher. "Please, show me how to be an awesome ninja! Jutsu, techniques, tricks… you can teach me anything!"
Naruto gave the boy a bemused stare. For the briefest of moments, the jinchuriki was genuinely enthralled that he had managed to wow somebody with his defensive stunt. However, the words that followed soon after the comments sort of brought the feeling down hill from there, with the jinchuriki rubbing the back of his head.
Sighing, Naruto then decided to take it a little bit easier on the kid, since he seemed to be having some trouble understanding the workings of the real world and how rough it could be out there. To put it lightly, so did Naruto, but he wasn't going to admit it openly just yet.
"Listen kid… uhh… w-what's your name?"
"The name's Konohamaru!" the boy grinned. "Remember that!"
"Yeah, sure, whatever," Naruto breathed out, composing himself. "To be honest with you, I only just started using jutsu for the first time in my life nearly a week ago, so there really isn't anything I can do to help you along in that department."
At seeing the boy's crestfallen expression from hearing what he had to say, the Genin then decided to change tactics, moving up from being an ass to a sympathetic ass. He didn't really want to leave the youngster with that answer, not just after meeting him, since he probably had high hopes for an opportunity to learn something interesting. It dawned on Naruto that maybe he was being a bit unfair on him.
After all, a lot of other people had taken time out of their lives to teach him stuff, so what harm was there teaching the kid something useful in exchange for his time. Consider it equivalent exchange.
Rethinking his decision, Naruto did have a handful of stuff in his arsenal Konohamaru could use, but Naruto wasn't entirely sure that it would be enough. The problem with him teaching was that he could only use jutsu one handed.
Not to mention his theory was a little bit messed up; only he could understand it. He needed somebody else to help him explain the concepts.
"Alright, Konohamaru, I'll teach you something… something basic. Who knows, maybe you can improve it in your own way," Naruto replied. A smile brimmed on the boy's face, and with an excited laugh, he waited eagerly for the name of the technique he was going to be taught. However, he only received a smile from the taller boy, who then straightened up and began looking around the area for something. "But first, I need somebody who can help me translate. Let's see…"
He looked around the stores for anybody familiar in a Chunin vest or wearing a Konoha headband. Kosuke, Iruka, Izumo… anybody he could put a name to face. However, the only shinobi of the village he could find was sitting on the benches outside of the dango stand, gorging on boxes of dumplings with a happy, carefree look on her face.
Naruto was immediately taken in by the gorgeous kunoichi and thoroughly looked the woman over.
She appeared to be around her mid-twenties, with purple hair tied back into a ponytail, and wearing a trench coat over a figure-hugging pair of shorts and fishnet top. She also wore shin guards to match her sandals, which seemed pretty cool.
Based on first visual impressions she definitely looked like a pro, and certainly friendly enough approach and ask for assistance. Naruto shrugged.
What harm could there be?
"This looks promising." Dragging Konohamaru along behind, he walk over to her…
An hour later…
Naruto immediately regretted choosing the prettiest lady shinobi he could find to help him who was, in spite of all appearances a Jonin and a dangerous one at that. This all became perfectly clear over the next fifty minutes, after being dragged halfway across the village himself to the nearest training zone and being thrown right into a test.
Well, to be blunt, it wasn't really a test. It was a 'run and try not to get eaten' session.
The boy cried out in terror as he dived from the uppermost branch of the oak tree he was perched on, avoiding yet another lunge from the giant, green tree python pursuing him through the maze of tree arms and around the trunks of the forest surrounding Training Field 3. As he ducked, leapt and dodged, he could hear the woman he had enlisted to help teach Konohamaru something useful, chuckling and making comments on the sidelines while the Third's Honorable Grandson sat flabbergasted on the grass.
"Don't leave yourself open for anything, brat. That's the first step to getting yourself blindsided and killed," Anko laughed, pulling out another stick of dango from the pack she had bought before departing, and downed the dumpling at the end with a satisfied grin. "Stay on your toes."
"I'M TRYING!" Naruto shouted, leaping back when the giant green python lunged from above, getting a mouthful of dirt instead of flesh when it hit the ground. Hissing loudly, it glared up at its nimble target and reared back for another strike. "GOD DAMMIT! STOP CHASING ME!"
"Elise won't stop unless I tell her to," the woman grinned, and cuffed some of her used up dango sticks between her fingers. "Heads up!" She tossed them at the boy like senbon, who somersaulted away just in time to avoid getting impaled.
The sticks ended up hitting a tree trunk instead.
"Who throws skewers? NOBODY!" Naruto cried out and leapt towards the canopy when the boa constrictor came around from behind him and lunged again. For a big snake, it was shockingly quick and was highly aggressive. Not to mention the color of its scales against the treetops above and around him made it incredibly difficult to track when it got moving. This meant the jinchuriki had to rely on all of his senses in order to stay alive.
Elise the Boa gave hot pursuit once more, charging skywards towards the blonde hanging from one of the higher branches. The jinchuriki gritted his teeth and leapt out of the way, up onto a new set of brushwood and sliding down their lengths, using his chakra to keep him planted. He expertly slid the entire length of the tree down to the base of its trunk, where he landed low on all fours and glared up. The snake managed to hook itself around after its miss and continued after its swift prey, following the orange boy around the tree he had negotiated and onwards when he continued to evade.
Eventually, after a few more laps around the area, Naruto skidded to a stop and spun around.
Folding his arms where he squatted on the ground, he smirked proudly and watched Elise continue her charge at him through the air.
Expecting to finally snag its elusive target, the boa opened its mouth wide and, when in reach, bit down. However, the snake's attack was stopped abruptly in its tracks by an unknown force, its jaws snapping away viciously at the youngster sitting just a few millimeters in front of it. Unfortunately for the serpent, thanks to Naruto's quick thinking and stylish acrobatics throughout the canopy around them, Elise's elongated body became entangled in the vines and branches.
This meant that no matter what she did, she couldn't get at the blonde haired troublemaker grinning at her. She hissed angrily.
"Haha! What's the matter?" Naruto danced in front of the boa who was still trying to clamp its jaws around his neck. "Yo! Giving up already? Come on, I'm standing right here!"
Konohamaru giggled at the boy's antics, whereas Anko fell into a fit of full blown laughter. The purple haired kunoichi unfolded her arms and ran her hand through her hair, calming herself down a little so that she could concentrate better on the show in front of her. After watching the young jinchuriki's unique performance, he demonstrated appropriate style, form and had quite a bit of spunk in him. He reminded her quite a bit of herself.
She liked that in a man.
Too bad there weren't any of appropriate age out there anymore that showed the same enthusiasm.
"Good one, brat," Anko chuckled, snapping her fingers. The boa still making grabs for Naruto, despite it being tangled up, disappeared in a puff of smoke leaving its previous target smirking at thin air. After seeing his opponent depart, the jinchuriki then turned back towards the kunoichi and rose to his feet. "You're like a little monkey; very agile, nimble, and you can run like hell when the situation calls for it."
Naruto grinned and gave her the thumbs up. However, when he reconsidered her words in his head he gave her a deadpanned look and frowned a moment later. "That was either a very nice compliment or an incredibly mean putdown."
"It was the former, genius," Anko smirked, then turned her attention to the boy sitting on the grass right next to her. "So kid… did you learn anything useful from that demonstration?"
Konohamaru looked up at the tall woman with a curious expression, during which time deconstructing the events that had occurred from the past hour.
While Naruto marched on over to rejoin them, the Hokage's grandson managed to composite a reply that he deemed was suitable.
"All I saw was that you need to be fast to be a shinobi, and Boss was incredibly fast! There's no way I will ever be able to move like that."
"Hmm…" Anko rubbed her head in thought, quirking an eyebrow to his statement. She then smiled and nodded affirmatively. "Yes, true… you need to be pretty quick in order to avoid an opponent's attacks and stay in the game. It takes years of practice to hone your skills to that degree. However that wasn't the point." The woman strolled confidently over to Naruto and stood beside him with a grin on her face as she rested her hand on his head, earning a scowl from the exhausted Genin. "Shinobi have to think fast while in combat and quickly come up with a way to defeat their opponent. Find out there weaknesses and exploit them. That's what blondie here demonstrated…"
"Uhh… okay," Konohamaru replied and crossed his arms and legs tightly. He gave the pair a very disappointed expression, more along the lines of annoyance and disapproval than one that was let down. "But it's still not a ninja technique. Show me something I can practice now."
"Oh… so you want to practice now?" Anko grinned and rolled back her right sleeve. This startled both Naruto and the younger boy; both of them leaping back when they sensed a familiar aura surrounding the kunoichi. "Selfish little punk, I'll give yah something to prac-"
"Wait a second, Anko-san," Naruto hurriedly butted in, leaping in front of the woman to stop her from taking her frustration out on the now nervous looking academy student. Exchanging glances with both parties, the blonde quickly formulated a compromise between them so that no unnecessary bloodshed occurred. After all, he knew that young Konohamaru was far from ready of being able to tackle a C-Rank level summon without suffering a lot of damage. "Why don't I show him the Henge no Jutsu and you can explain the concept to him for me."
Anko looked at the jinchuriki for a moment and then back up at the trembling kipper. As much as she wanted to torment the boy some more for his input, she decided to listen to more reason and lowered her arm. Slipping both hands into her pockets, the kunoichi then gave the blonde a more patient and focused gaze before inquiring on his proposal.
"You seem pretty confident about it. Why don't you just explain it to him?"
"Well… yah see," Naruto chuckled and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "I'm… sort of new to the whole jutsu thing, since I can only use techniques one handed?"
"Really?" Anko raised an eyebrow and stepped back. Looking him over several times in disbelief, she tilted her head. "Show me."
"Alrighty?" Naruto clapped his hands together, rubbing them. Now that the fun and games were over with, well… for the purple haired psycho anyway, it was all torment and exhaustion for him, the jinchuriki rounded on the academy student. Konohamaru calmed down enough to refocus his attention on the jinchuriki he referred to as boss, and gave him as much attention as he could spare, while also glancing nervously at the ever present Jonin standing behind him.
"Okay Konohamaru, I'm going to show you a technique called the Henge no Jutsu," Naruto brought his left hand in front of him and formed half a ram seal. Chakra began gathering around him, while he prepared to shape-change his overall appearance in conjunction with the technique. "You don't learn this technique till around your second year at the academy, so watch closely now."
Konohamaru did as he was told and watched as blue wafts of chakra began circling the blonde. Anko also looked on curiously, surprised that he was actually able to manifest chakra with a single hand seal to this point in the process. Since the only able shinobi she had seen to be able to gather chakra with only a one-handed hand seal were Jonin and the Hokage, she was already impressed.
This doubled when a white puff of smoke enveloped the jinchuriki, before clearing up to reveal Naruto standing in the same spot, transformed into Anko herself.
The boy… err… 'girl' smirked when she opened her eyes and the transformed Naruto gazed down at Konohamaru from his new height. The Hokage's grandson clambered to his feet to marvel at the ability displayed before him a little more closely, with the jinchuriki throwing his arms out to better show off the results.
"See," Naruto-Anko replied, grinning. "Pretty cool, huh?"
"How did you do that?" Konohamaru exclaimed, leaping from left to right in his admiring gaze of the form his temporary trainer had taken. Even though it was of the most terrifying woman he had ever met, the academy student was still overwhelmed at the properties of the technique. "I-I mean… you were you a moment ago… and then…POOF!" The boy threw his arms into the air. "You're… you're… HER!" He then pointed at Anko, who was also admiring the craftsmanship from a distance.
Naruto-Anko chuckled and glanced back at the Jonin behind him. "Not as perfect as I had hoped, since I only had a few seconds to memorize the model. However…" The boy pocketed his hands and turned to face the woman completely, while Konohamaru continued pocking and inspecting the transformation. "Close enough…"
"I still don't see how you can't use two hands to perform this technique, it's so simple," Anko frowned and folded her arms, stepping back in her observations. "Nevertheless… you've made your point, and a good looking one at that." The kunoichi smiled and stepped forward to look closer at her doppelgangers face. Spotting a small blemish on the reflections cheek she checked hers with her finger over the affected area to make sure it wasn't an irregularity. "Hmm… need to get some moisturizer…"
"Anko…" the Henged Naruto frowned, pulling off a rather accurate, peeved off expression of the kunoichi. "Could we move on?"
"Hmm… oh-oh… right!" Anko straightened up and cleared her throat, before looking down at the boy still prodding at the look-a-like's trench coat. After coughing to get the child's attention, the woman spoke. "Anyway, gaki; the Henge no Jutsu is a technique that allows a person to transform themselves or an object, into another person, animal or item. It's a basic move that most shinobi know how to perform and is incredibly important in a ninja's arsenal of jutsu. Start by forming the three hand seals, dog-boar-ram," the kunoichi explained, while demonstrating the motions with her hands so as to illustrate the technique steps properly. While Naruto only needed to use one out of practice, she had to use three. "You should know these ones already. At the same time as you form each seal, you must focus your chakra and output it during the shaping process, ensuring that you hold the emission state of your chakra in order to maintain the transformation. As long as you're focused, it won't dissipate. The end result is what really counts."
After listening to Anko and looking several times over at her doppelganger, who was picking 'her' ear during each glance out of boredom, Konohamaru nodded in understanding and leapt back. The two mentors also moved away to give him some breathing space, as he assumed the position and began weaving hand seals.
"Henge no Jutsu!"
The two onlookers received the satisfying sight of a puff of white smoke enveloping the boy, followed by a small gust of wind that cleared it away. Both Naruto and Anko expected to see a whole new person standing in the youngster's place, hoping that he had managed to get it on the first try. However, what they had hoped did not come to pass and instead of a bombshell they got a dud. Both shinobi sweat-dropped in unison when they saw what they first thought to be a younger version of the same kunoichi both boys were using as their template, but turned out to be a rather rotund version of her and a very unpleasant looking one.
The pose the God-awful creation made didn't help either.
"That's… very… uhh," Naruto-Anko replied, before reverting back to his normal self. The kunoichi copy exploded into a puff of white smoke, from which the jinchuriki stepped out of waving the cloud away with a disgruntled expression. "Alright, I'll be honest. It's awful."
The pug-ugly Anko frowned and dispersed by way of smoke as well, revealing an angry looking boy glaring up at his audience members. Arms folded, the scarf wearing adolescent frowned at the bewildered shinobi.
"Hey, it's my first time using the technique," Konohamaru growled back, before kicking at the dirt at his feet and shoving his hands into his pocket. He turned away to sulk, while the two ninja simply stood back and waited for him to calm down.
Huffing away his frustration, the Third's grandson returned his gaze to the pair a few seconds later and albeit a slight crack in his confidence, spoke up. "Where did I go wrong?"
"It wasn't the process you got wrong; it was the conception," the real Anko replied, pointing down at the boy with a half-smile. "You're thinking of both me and handsome over here at the same time." The woman said this while ruffling Naruto's hair who grumbled at being repeatedly treated that way. He wasn't a display item. "Well… not just us two, but a lot of other things. Try clearing your head first and picturing only the subject. Nothing else."
"Remember," Naruto spoke up, shrugging his way out of the woman's firm grip. The blonde turned towards the kunoichi they were replicating and gestured towards her extremely trim figure. At the same time, he kept his eyes set on Konohamaru, who was following his gestures closely. "Think young, feminine, curvaceous, big bust, smooth… everything that makes this kunoichi hot! Memory and concentration is the key."
Anko smiled at the young male's description of her and performed a mock wave of being flattered. Being who she was, she enjoyed compliments but didn't outwardly show it that often. She was just weird that way.
"You pervert," the woman thumped him in the shoulder, nearly knocking him over at her effortless tap. "What's your inspiration?"
Rubbing his sore muscles, Naruto gave the woman a suspicious glance before turning his head away defiantly. "Trademark secret."
Sniffing and wiping the ridge beneath his nose at the same time with a flick of the back of his finger, the boy stepped away further into the clearing and cracked his neck from side to side.
Turning towards Konohamaru, who was still listening intently to the information coming his way, the jinchuriki smirked and stretched. "Capturing your opponent's image is important. In order to get it right, you must have their whole figure pasted in your head. In some circumstances you will only have a brief window of opportunity to get a good view of your target, so don't miss anything." He laced his fingers together and stretched his hands outwards in an extension motion, his tendons in the knuckles popping. "You can also improvise with the technique to stun your enemies. Allow the master to demonstrate!"
"Master?" Anko scoffed. "O-ho. This ought to be good."
Naruto grinned and formed a single-handed hand seal, weaving through the signs in a practical demonstration of the ability. With the image in his mind set and ready, he molded the chakra and unleashed it in a single burst, an explosion of white smoke enveloping him. Anko and Konohamaru watched on with interest to see what the eccentric blonde would come up with, with one of them looking on for an educational benefit whereas the other was simply intrigued in what the boy's imagination would result.
As per reputation as the most unpredictable boy in the village, Naruto's thoughts yielded a spectacular result.
Smooth, pale skin toasted lightly in the sun's rays, with delicious curves accentuated by the light of the mid-day sun. A perfect breast-to-ass ratio matching that of the original, with a firm, well-rounded backside and a reasonably sized bosom that suited the other, the newly transformed Naruto emerged in the form of Anko Mitarashi herself, but with a twist. A glowing face, full of life, with purple hair still done up into a ponytail, it seemed like a normal transformation in most of the subject's aspects. However, the reason the minutest of details were so emphasized in the areas that were exposed, was that everythingwas exposed. The boy had stunned all onlookers with a transformation into a fully nude Anko, in all her pride and glory.
Shocked expressions turned into gawking ones, with blood immediately gushing out of Konohamaru's nose at the overloading of information, throwing him back at the force of the fountain.
Naruto-Anko giggled and winked in a characteristic way befitting his template and struck a pose as the smoke cleared, allowing an even better view of the purple haired kunoichi.
"So… whatcha think?"
Konohamaru however, was unable to comment, as he was lying unconscious on the floor. At first Naruto considered it to be a success. When he heard a shriek from behind and looked around in his transformed state, he saw some random fall out of a nearby tree, trailing blood through the air. The man looked like a Konoha shinobi, only he wore full standard blue spandex, a bandana and sunglasses.
Shrugging off the no-namer, Naruto turned back to face Anko, to see the woman checking herself out. At first, the blonde thought he was going to get clobbered when the kunoichi swooped in and started inspecting his newly acquired form, but after a minute or so, the jinchuriki felt any fear for his well-being slip away.
Reason being was that Anko grabbed the copy's breast and weighed it in her hand, rubbing her chin in thought.
"Not bad, but the weight is slightly off," the kunoichi sighed and shrugged, stepping away with her hands on her hips. "So men and some women will pass out at the sight of my raging awesomeness, big deal. Why don't you try something practical that will work on everybody else?"
Naruto-Anko blinked. "Oh, everybody else? Let's see," the purple haired doppelganger replied, and cracked her knuckles. Taking in a deep breath the nude kunoichi double, formed a single-handed hand seal and with a grunt, a cloud of white smoke exploded around the user.
The original template sighed, the woman shaking her head as she watched the fumes dissipate onto the winds. "Please… not another Henge. Come on, brat, be more creative. What kind of use… would… this…yield…?"
The woman trailed off when she saw the boy reemerge from the cloud in a newly transformed state of peak physical fitness and health.
However, what the jinchuriki transformed into wasn't just a finer, healthier specimen of him, or at least… that's what Anko's first impression was. When the cloud of white smoke cleared completely from the scene, it revealed the spiky haired blonde clad in nothing but air and seasoned into what any kunoichi searching for a suitable male partner to couple with, would consider an appropriate age for just such an arrangement. The best way to describe this new transformation was that Naruto had pretty much aged himself to match Anko's, into a futuristic version of himself in a state that would be considered his prime.
A muscular, yet athletic body suiting that of a martial artist, with definitive muscles accentuated in the sun and an additional tan matching his current one. On top of an increased height where he stood to about half a head above Anko's, the young male also had a more well defined face, the baby fat gone from his cheeks and replaced by sleek, manly lines. The whiskers were the same and so was the color in his eyes. The main difference in this area was that he had gone from simple cute to absolutely dashing in the blink of an eye.
Taking a moment to look him over Anko had to admit, on the spot and in a state of utter shock, that he was down-right, drop-dead gorgeous. There was no arguing it.
The kunoichi gulped as she drank him in from head to toe, paying particular interest in the well refined pelvic region.
The adult Naruto grinned.
"Yo… what's up?" he exclaimed, placing his hands on his hips and framing his… his uhh…
Anko giggled. Not in amusement, but in nervousness. In addition to this, her face lit up into an incredibly bright blush as if she was thrown into an oven and its temperature was set to max, and she quickly broke out into an uncontrollable sweat. Seconds later, her giggling turned into laughter and after a trickle of blood ran down her nose, she keeled over backwards and hit the floor, landing on the grass with a light thud and effectively passing out.
The nude, adult Naruto blinked as he looked down at the woman and then at Konohamaru. At first he was cool with the idea that all of his audience members had been wowed into speechlessness at his display. However, he became quite irked when he saw that both of them were out cold, particularly the one who had been bugging him to teach him shinobi techniques since their run in that morning.
Several seconds of looking over the bodies littering the training field later, the jinchuriki sighed and transformed back into his normal form, waving the smoke from his face and placing his hands on his hips.
"Great… I can tell that this is gonna be a looong day… ugh…"
That next morning…
Naruto found himself staring blankly at the blackboard with his head propped up on his hands and an exhausted look on his face. He had gotten to the academy super early that morning to sulk and give himself enough time to properly soak up the experiences from yesterday still fresh in his mind. The whole thing had been one huge hurricane of headaches, which had been thrown out at him in small yet frequent doses.
The afternoon the day before had been hell, what with the profile document detail and submission, the run in with the Hokage's grandson, meeting the deadly kunoichi known as Anko, being chased by a big ass snake, and teaching Konohamaru how to Henge properly. Thankfully there was a momentary pause in the program when both Anko and Konohamaru fainted from over exposure to pure awesomeness, but it had been up to him to wake them up. Of course, he admitted that the whole situation had been partly his fault for demonstrating the new techniques he dubbed Sexy no Jutsu and the self-inspired one The Naruto Knock Out, mostly to prove a point, in the first place. Still, the events that followed shortly afterwards had been a mix.
After waking Anko up and being clobbered by her for interrupting a wonderful dream, and then Konohamaru kicking him in the shins for waking him up from an equally wonderful dream, the two parties then went their separate ways. The Jonin left the scene, vowing she would eventually get the boy back for his little stunt, despite the ridicules blush on her face and the fantasy grin to match.
The jinchuriki was hoping the effects of his technique weren't permanent.
However, there was a plus side to the Naruto Knock Out. He made a special note in his head, to remind himself to use the technique whenever he unintentionally pissed off a girl he knew could punch hard and needed to bail out fast.
It was full proof.
Anyway, after the kunoichi departed, it left Naruto the rest of the day to help the other young troublemaker along with learning his technique, giving him different templates to replicate by transforming into people he knew. The list consisted of such individuals including Shikamaru, Iruka, Ino, Kotetsu, Ayame, Teuchi, and the Third Hokage.
Konohamaru was able to get each transformation down spot on by the end of the day, particularly the self-made elements of the Sexy no Jutsu.
The boy was thrilled.
OOO
Flashback…
"Yatta!" Konohamaru exclaimed in the nude, female form he had taken, brown hair flowing gracefully on the winds. With that accomplishment set, he then dispelled the technique and returned to his normal height and form, grinning widely. "I did it, boss! I did it!"
Naruto smiled and nodded, his arms folded. "Great. You did really well, Konohamaru," the blonde responded, rubbing the back of his head. "You got it down faster than I did… way faster. Heh. Keep practicing and maybe you'll come up with some other clever tricks of your own with the Henge no Jutsu. Not just the stun tactic with the Oiroke no Jutsu, but maybe even an intimidating one, or a stealth one…"
"Nah! Not those boss. The Oiroke no Jutsu is genius!" Konohamaru fist pumped and grinned excitedly up at the spiky haired jinchuriki. "With this, I can finally beat grandpa and win the title of Hokage from him!" Hearing this had Naruto sigh and shake his head, though this went on ignored by the bubbling academy student fawning away over his newly learned skill.
Well… not necessarily a real skill…
"It's full proof! All I have to do is come up with something wilder and more daring…"
"Stop! Stop right there," Naruto stated, reaching out and placing his hand on top of the boy to stop him from jumping all over the place. Taking a moment to compose himself the Genin then gave the adolescent a much more serious look. "Listen Konohamaru, you can't master only one technique and think that you are unbeatable just because it can be used as a knockout against most opponents, who are perverts in another life. Like everything else, it has its weaknesses. Remember; you can't rely on the one jutsu, and use it over and over again. People are bound to get passed it."
The boy's expression of confidence and delight faltered in the face of this new information. "R-Really?"
"I'm not saying for you to give up," Naruto replied, removing his hand from the boy's shoulder. "Don't take the transformation technique too lightly. The Henge no Jutsu is just one of many techniques you can learn. By applying yourself in small doses to all areas of shinobi conduct you can become an even better shinobi than you are today, and through hard work and practice, you are sure to become even stronger."
"But boss, to get to where you are… to where that scary woman is as well… and to where grandpa is," Konohamaru shouted, pointing in the direction Anko had walked off in a few hours ago. "It will take me forever…"
"Hey, I went through the very same stuff you're going to be put through at the academy, and here I am," Naruto smiled and thumped himself in the chest. "Every ninja in this village you will meet started from the academy, even Hokage-jiji, and have worked hard to get to where they are. I've also worked hard in my free time, and thanks to all of those exercises and lessons, I've become much stronger than when I was weeks ago." He sounded proud at that fact, and he had good reason to be.
Slipping his hands into his pockets, he ended his statement with an affirmative nod of his head.
Konohamaru stood flabbergasted, while his temporary mentor smiled down at him.
"You want to become Hokage one day don't you?" Naruto queried, also earning a nod from the shorter boy. "It's not going to be easy. The title of Hokage is only given to the wisest, most powerful ninja in the village; one who is capable of protecting his loved ones and serving the village as its guardian, and its guide. You have to earn that title through hard work, blood, sweat and tears. Don't think that it will be a walk in the park."
Naruto saluted and turned heel. "There are no short cuts."
Konohamaru then watched the Genin walk off, waving over his shoulder towards him in his departure. The day was ending, so that meant it was time for all of them to turn in.
At first, the youngster just stared after Naruto as he strolled away, left to his thoughts and the words handed down to him by his mentor. However, after several moments of thought, he then clenched his fists and rushed forward. Slamming his feet into the ground, the boy took in a deep breath and bellowed out towards the distant jinchuriki.
"FINE! YOU JUST WAIT, NARUTO!" Konohamaru shouted, with the blonde he was addressing stopping momentarily. "YOU'RE NOT MY BOSS ANYMORE! BECAUSE FROM THIS DAY FORWARD…" A grin spread across the adolescent's face. "WE ARE RIVALS!"
For a minute or so, Naruto just stood where he was with his hands in his pockets. A distance of about two hundred yards stretched between them with Konohamaru waiting patiently for an answer.
Then, when a small gust of wind picked up and carried a cluster of leaves between them, Konohamaru blinked in surprise when Naruto suddenly disappeared from where he was standing, and reappeared right in front of him. The scarf wearing child jumped back startled at the older boy's shocking speed and looked up at his glaring eyes. At first he thought he was being scolded, but on second glance the Hokage's grandson saw a smirk cross Naruto's face, moments before the blonde turned again, showing him his cooler side.
"Tomorrow, I'll be taking my first steps as a real shinobi of Konoha," Naruto exclaimed with a wide grin. "On that day, I will be assigned to a team to go on missions with and stuff, so I won't have much time to hang around with you. But…" The blonde tipped his goggles at the youngster as another cluster of leaves floated by on the breeze. "One day, I will fight with you for the title of Hokage. So train hard… and get stronger…"
Konohamaru blinked, awe struck by the sight of the boy under the glow of the setting sun and frames by the foliage blowing on the wind
"I'll be looking forward to our match, Konohamaru."
With that said, Naruto then disappeared, phasing out at a speed that the younger boy couldn't keep up with. What appeared to be a quick sprint and a giant leap for him turned out to be an almost wipe out effect for Konohamaru.
It came as quite a surprise. However, the intimidating impression he made had quite an effect with the Hokage's grandson. The moment he had departed and left the boy in the middle of the clearing of Training Field 3 on his own, the Hokage's grandson then unexpectedly developed a hardened expression on his face. It wasn't one of anger, displeasure or annoyance. No. This one was one that reflected inspiration.
He knew now what he had to do and who he had to become to win over the title of Hokage. Brave, confident, and with a renewed sense of purpose in his life, the boy smirked and saluted.
"It's a promise!"
OOO
End Flashback…
So the day hadn't been a total loss. Naruto smirked.
Konohamaru wasn't such a bad kid. He had guts. Heh. The adolescent reminded him a lot of himself actually, what with the attitude and the eagerness to devote himself to whatever he wanted to do. He also had ambition, which was something Naruto could very well respect. If he hadn't gotten all high and mighty at the end of that grueling day, the jinchuriki had no idea what could have happened, but he was glad that his words managed to get through to him. Furthermore, the Genin had also planted the concept of hard work into the boy's mind, and it was thanks to that fact that he could actually walk away from that day at ease, confident that the youngster would make the right choices and would do the right things.
Striving to be recognized for all of your good qualities was a good dream. However, to strive for a position of responsibility, leadership and authority, though that was a good dream as well, it was going to be a tough one. It would require a lot of effort and exercise, which Naruto knew the boy would occupy most of his time with.
"I have a feeling I will be seeing him again some day…" Naruto looked up, his smile turning into a puzzled look. "Someday soon I bet… geez." The boy tapped his fingers on his desk impatiently, wondering when Iruka-sensei would show up for his pep talk and team allocations.
However, since he had gotten here way earlier then anybody else, and the classroom was about half full at this point, it meant that there was still some time bef-
"DAMMIT!" Naruto shouted and slammed his fist down onto the table, startling some of the students who were already seated quietly around the room "How could Konohamaru say something like that? That baka! The World's Awesome Jutsu Disintegrator is an awesome name!" The blonde huffed at the end of his outburst, the realization of the subject matter in question slowly dawning on him. He then laid his chin to rest on the desk in front of him, feeling practically winded. "Ugh… he's right, it is a mouthful…"
TO BE CONTINUED…