AN: Yoshi! The story continues. Just a heads up, if you have and questions or comments, send them to tumblr to get a quick (relatively so) response. And now, Japanese words below. As a reminder, we own nothing.

Gaki - brat

Matte ne - Wait…

Gomen/ gomen nasai - sorry/ more formal form of sorry

Irasshaimase - Greeting from shopkeeper/shopworker to guest (upon guest entering)

Arc – Transition of Power

Chapter Three – A Spy Master's Apprentice, Part 2

"Super awesome fuuinjutsu technique my left butt cheek," Naruto grumbled unhappily, mumbling random words of discontent under his breath as he studied his notes on the summoning contract once more. He didn't care what that pervy sage claimed, this wasn't fuuinjutsu. 'Useful, sure, but not what that pervert promised me,' Naruto thought bitterly, mind on the so called awesomest fuuinjutsu technique the old perv could teach him. Yeah, that was a bunch of lies.

"Note to self, never trust a word that pervert says again," he spoke aloud as he traced the edges of the inked version of the summoning seal with his fingers committing each mark to memory. This, simple as it seemed, was a space-time, dimension crossing seal. While the inked version would do nothing, it let him see the seal in another way. It was amazing how simple this seal was. And why wouldn't it be? When compared to the actual seal written within the summoning contract, it was nothing more than a dimensional link to the more complicated work. Really, it paled in comparison. If only he'd realized he wouldn't get to spend time studying that seal. Damn pervy sage. "Never again," he added for extra emphasize.

"I suppose you should have seen this one coming, boss man," the clone to his left replied, the offhanded remark making Naruto's eye twitch. He was pretty sure that smartass was clone number seven, but the longer the clones stayed in existence the more they wanted to go by their chosen name. And for the life of him, he just couldn't seem to remember any of their names. So as not to insult him, Naruto didn't address any of the clones by name until one of the other clones did so first because they always seemed to remember correctly. 'Nothing better to do, probably.'

Of course not knowing the clone's chosen name didn't stop Naruto from wanting to throttle him, ending his short existence in the blink of an eye. Which would have been something he'd done without question before, but unfortunately he'd made a promise to the clones to better control his temper. Apparently, they wanted the freedom to be more honest with him without consequences which left him here, respecting their desire to no longer see him as an 'existential threat' or something like that.

'The sacrifices I make for my clones,' Naruto internally sighed. Sacrifices that included indulging them in their existential questioning which he honestly tuned out more often than not. After all, it was either tune it all out or end up with a horrible headache. Obviously, he chose the pain free option. It was just easier that way.

The clone next to him nodded, clone number eight if he remembered correctly, "Ero-sannin is dead set on doing nothing. The lazy bastard should have been born a Nara or something."

Clone #7 nodded his own head in complete agreement, "Still, I wonder what his game is? Doesn't make sense."

"I know man. He says he wants to help us, but then he does crap like this. I just don't know what he's playing at. Just what is he up to exactly?"

"Besides drinking and whoring you mean," clone #7 responded evenly, forcing a roll from Naruto's eyes.

"Yeah, besides that," his fellow clone agreed waving a hand in the air dismissively.

With a shake of his head, Naruto focused back on the contract in front of him, leveling it with a critical eye. It was straightforward enough. Nothing in this mirror seal should have been giving them problems, but it was. Or really they were encountering an issue of chakra control which was stupid considering he had excellent control if he did say so himself. And he did. Often.

"We have excellent control," clone #8 continued offhandedly as if reading his creator's mind. "This really shouldn't be giving us this much trouble."

"Tell me about it," clone #7 chipped in with an agreeable nod. There was apparently nothing like clone solidarity to prove a point.

"This is the last time we sign anything in blood, believe it!" clone #8 declared passionately, arm thrust into the air to increase the dramatics.

"Yeah, certainly not without reading it first," clone #7 began before curiously rubbing his chin in thought. "Although, it does make for an interesting lock. You think it's an additional signature like lead amounts?"

"Nah," clone #8 dismissed with a wave of his hand. "No way it's that simple. No, it's got to be molecular. Which is just amazing because we didn't even know you could use blood that way. Like, I am completely blown, man. Blown away."

"You and me both, my brother. You and me both," clone #7 responded, shaking his head in equal measures of wonder.

Already familiar with how the conversation would go from here, Naruto tuned the rest of his clones' conversation out. He needed to focus. To concentrate and think. Because once he had this down, he'd finally be able to send letters to Haku-chan and Inari-kun without all of the bother of using the Konoha messenger system. He could send letters to Konohamaru too. After all, Naruto was certain he'd love to hear about his awesome adventure.

'And maybe,' he began, hesitant to form the idea even in his own mind. 'Maybe Hinata-hime wouldn't mind a letter or two from her favorite person.' He smiled at the thought. Best friends could send letters to each other. That was a thing. He'd checked and everything. And if she wasn't super busy, she might even send a reply. 'No,' Naruto thought, determined and confident. 'She'll definitely send a reply.' He grinned even wider at the thought. 'In fact, my letters will be the much needed break to her tear inducing, boring day.' And Naruto was sure it was class A boring. Meetings could be nothing less.

"Alright enough chit-chat." The clones quieted, dutifully moving aside to give Naruto enough room to begin the summons. Biting his thumb, he channeled chakra into each hand sign before slamming his right hand into the ground, he watched as the seal emerged next to his ink version as the jutsu activated with a poof of smoke.

Croak!

Sitting at over half a meter in size the toad before him was clearly not Gamakichi. Sighing heavily, Naruto dismissed the toad with a wave.

"Awesome boss man," clone #7 exclaimed, jumping into the air in his excitement.

"Yeah, he was way closer to Gamakichi than the last one," clone #8 added encouragingly.

"We got this in the bag!"

And the clones were right of course. This was a major improvement from the last couple of summons. But really anything was better than tadpoles. Still, he'd wanted to have the technique down already. Shaking his head, he let the Pranking Rules guide him. He was improving that was what was important. In fact, he was sure that at this rate he'd have it down by the end of the day.

Briefly, Naruto glanced over at the three other clones working on their chakra manipulation. A hard look of concentration on all of their faces as they held their own leaf between their fingers, he knew their progress was going just as slowly as his own. 'If only Ero-sannin had let me summon twenty more,' Naruto thought despondently. 'Then we'd be done by now, but no. Ero-sannin's got to have things done a certain way,' he continued with a growing frown. 'Only five clones per task gaki,' Naruto mocked, mirroring the sound of the pervert's voice in his head. 'And not for summoning practice, you ought to be able to do that one yourself. The man's a quack.'

Of course, that still meant that while he had five clones working on his wind chakra. The other five were running around town collecting information proving that he was the master of disguise that he claimed to be. All quite unnecessary he might add.

'It's been nearly a whole day,' Naruto shivered at the reality. It just felt wrong to have any of his clones so far away for any period of time, but a full day. 'Unnatural,' he thought as he shifted his attention back to the task in front of him.

'You would think that the pervert would at least stay to give a little guidance with all the clone restrictions he's laid out,' Naruto pouted, extremely unhappy with the situation. 'But no. I'm stuck here learning the toad summoning jutsu with no more advice than a 'here brat, don't forget to add chakra'. Yeah, like I'm about to forget to add chakra of all things from a jutsu,' Naruto grumbled at the thought. "Filthy pervert and his filthy excuses," he mumbled under his breath, remembering the older man's excuse of conducting much needed 'research' for why he couldn't stay longer to help.

"Get the same toad five times in a row then we'll talk gaki," Naruto mocked, lowering his voice to mimic Jiraiya as his clones giggled in the background. It was great having his clones next to him on this one. Took some of the stress off in fact, but he knew he couldn't keep them here forever. They'd have to get back to their real task of working on his elemental chakra manipulation skills with the others eventually.

'I'll send them back to the leaf exercise after one more try,' he promised shoulders set to try again until a curse from the previously silent group reached his ears. 'Damnit,' Naruto signed as arguments began to erupt from the other group. He'd have to send them back now. "Go help them," he waved his clones away.

"But boss man…"

Naruto interrupted him, "No, I've got this." When they didn't make to leave he continued, "Didn't you just say as much?"

The two clones eyed each other, clearly unhappy with their own words being used against them but eventually moved to the other group anyway. Closing his eyes, he waited for the arguing to end. After a couple of tense seconds, the clones settled. Naruto looked down at his version of the seal once more. It was all about control, and surprisingly, he didn't have enough of it. He really hoped Hinata-hime was faring better than this with her training.

The thought of his best friend succeeding at whatever it was she was probably doing re-energized him, excitement pumping through his veins as he punched the air with a wicked one-two combo that would have made Sakura proud. 'I've got this!' he thought as he tried again, summoning chakra through his body as he went. 'Not too much. Not too little,' he thought as he pushed the required chakra into each hand sign, slamming his fist into the ground and standing back to wait.

"Yo!" Gamakichi greeted. "Long time no see, boss man."

Naruto sweat dropped at the entrance, "I saw you yesterday!"

"Oh yeah. Guess so," the small toad replied as he scratched his head. "Just figured you'd have summoned me again by now is all."

Naruto turned away embarrassed. He had claimed he'd have this technique mastered by the end of the day yesterday. Which hadn't really been an exaggeration if only he'd had more clones to help. As it was, he'd only just given in to taking a couple clones off the wind chakra exercise. So really, it was all understandable, if not a little bit embarrassing. Still, a victory was a victory no matter how small.

Naruto plopped down in front of the little toad who immediately jumped on his shoulder. "So boss man, what did you want?"

"Nothing yet, Ero-sannin said I had to summon you five times in a row before I could ask you to send some letters for me."

The toad nodded sagely. Before a large grin grew on his face, "I suppose we can't have you distracted by your girlfriend just yet now can we?"

"Girlfriend!" Naruto replied, his voice reaching a register he hadn't thought possible in his hysteria. "For that last time, Hinata-hime is my best friend. Best. Friend. Which, by the way, is way better than a girlfriend," he defended, arms crossed in offense. He wasn't sure why everyone seemed so confused with the terms.

At that, Gamakichi bounced down to sit in front of him. "Sure…" He held the word out with clear disbelief. "If that's what we're calling it these days."

Exasperated, Naruto didn't bother to correct him this time. Instead, he flopped back onto the ground, gaze turned upward to watch the clouds above. Gamakichi was just as stubborn as the rest of them. Completely missing what was really important about his special relationship with Hinata-hime. After all, it wasn't something as frivolous as girlfriend and boyfriend. No, it was far more meaningful. They were each other's best friend and nothing would change that.

Gamakichi hopped onto his stomach as Naruto lost himself in thought about said best friend. What was she doing now? Sitting in another boring meeting, old people talking her ear off? 'At least she doesn't have to do paperwork. Jiji makes that sound like a nightmare,' Naruto thought gaze tracing the pattern of a particularly interesting cloud. It looked an awful lot like a bowl of ramen, but he couldn't be sure. After all, it had been awhile since he'd last eaten. He could just be hungry.

'It'd be pretty hard for Hinata-hime to read the paperwork anyway, let alone write anything,' he thought before a disturbing realization hit him. 'Matte!' Naruto shot up in worry. How was she going to read his letter if she was still blind? 'Oh no, oh on.'

"Hey!" Gamakichi yelled as he hopped back to Naruto, jumping to his shoulder as he berated him. "You gotta warn a guy before you send him flyin' like that!"

"Gomen, Gamakichi. It's just…" Naruto trailed off in thought. He wasn't going to be able to send a letter to Hinata-hime. But that wasn't the only way to get a message across. "Hey, Gamakichi?"

"Yeah?" the toad replied as he brushed imaginary dust off of himself.

"Are letter's all you can carry?" Gamakichi looked offended at the question so Naruto quickly clarified. "I mean you are a little small."

"Well, I'll have you know I'm stronger than I look. I can carry a whole host of things. Scrolls, letters, I can even do boxes!" He paused for a moment before adding under his breath, "you know, if their reasonably sized of course."

Naruto smiled as an idea came to mind. He'd be able to get a message to Hinata-hime after all. Now he just needed to master this summoning thing. "Good to know. See you in a little bit Gamakichi," Naruto stated excitedly before dismissing the toad.

In the zone, he pulled his chakra to him and began the summoning process again. Only…

Croak!

Sighing heavily, he dismissed the other toad. Great now he'd have to start from scratch, again. 'This might take longer than I thought.' He looked up to see the five clones' heads bent as they concentrated on their leaf. Their job of course wasn't any easier. 'No,' he thought wistfully. 'If I want easy, I should trade places with clone number four in that village they'd been assigned. Now that clone has it easy.'

Naruto clone number two, or Hansuke as he'd chosen to be called, shelved a new stack of books as part of his cover as help for the local bookstore. Well, really it was the only bookstore in this tiny backwoods town, but that really was a rather insignificant detail in the grand scheme of things. At least that's what he kept telling himself while he tried to studiously ignore the rather nonexistent clientele of his temporary workplace.

He paused for a moment to stare longingly at the cloth door separating him from sweet, sweet freedom, the mesh door having been locked up in the back after opening. 'Boredom,' Hansuke thought. 'That's what my obituary will say I died from,' he finished with a sigh. 'If only…'

"Hey, boy! Get back to work! I don't pay you to stand in front of the shelves like an idiot," a grumpy voice called from the back room.

'Of course, I can't blame anyone for not wanting to set foot in this place,' Hansuke thought as he glared in the crotchety old man's direction before getting back to work. Unsurprisingly, the grouchy owner had trouble keeping any kind of help for any significant amount of time. Which was great for Hansuke as it made it easier to land the job in the first place, but also meant that he'd been subjected to that old man's ill temper for the better part of two days.

Granted, that wouldn't have been so bad if he was doing more than just moving one pile of books to another seemingly random pile of books in a continuous process of rearranging what felt like the whole store all day, every day. 'Actually, I know there isn't any pattern to all this reshuffling,' Hansuke thought bitterly. After all, he'd had hours to work what should have been a relatively simple mathematical problem in his head. 'No, this shop just shifts at the very fickle whim of Hon-sensei,' he continued. 'I'm just the body that pushes the cart.'

'If only Ero-sannin had pointed us in the other direction,' Hansuke thought wistfully, mindlessly slipping each book into the current hours' designated place. 'Then maybe we'd at least have something to do on the off hours.' But small towns meant next to no customers, even fewer interesting book additions to the store and practically no form of entertainment outside of the pages found in the books that he wasn't always allowed to read.

'You know, maybe we do have a good selection of books,' Hansuke thought as he slipped another book onto the shelf in front of him. 'Maybe I just can't tell because Hon-sensei takes inventory and has me practically reorganizing the whole collection every day.' For a moment, Hansuke lost himself in the idea of the ease at which a handful of items can go unnoticed under the right circumstances. Like getting lost in the crowd. As it was, Hansuke doubted anyone but Hon-sensei knew exactly what resided on the premises. It would make it easy to hide almost any item in plain sight that way.

'Matte ne. Could Hon-sensei be…?' Hansuke chanced a quick glance at his ornery employer. The old man didn't look like a smuggler, but of course he didn't always look like a ninja either. 'Whatever,' Hansuke thought with a shrug. He was here for a reason. And it wasn't to catch a grumpy old man and his smuggling ring. At least I don't think that's what I'm here for. Pervy Sensei wasn't all that clear on the mission parameters.'

Hansuke paused in thought, scratching his head as he tried to remember exactly what he was supposed to be doing in this small town. After all, it wasn't just to stack and re-stack old books a hundred times over. 'Damnit! Who gives instructions to find 'useful information' that's like the vaguest crap I've ever heard,' he huffed in frustration. 'What if… How about… Maybe I should… Ahhh! And now I have a headache,' Hansuke complained with a pout as he tried to refocus on his current job.

'You know what,' he thought after he'd given himself a moment to calm down. 'I'm just going to file this stuff away and let the boss man deal with it.'

Crisis averted, Hansuke got back to the task at hand. 'I really don't know why I thought this job would be awesome,' he thought with a shake of his head moving down the aisle to work on the next section. 'Of course, it wasn't like there'd been a lot of options available in the first place,' he added somewhat bitterly as he remembered the only mildly complicated job sorting technique he and his fellow clones had had to employ to fairly split off.

Of course clone number four, or Fan as he'd chosen to call himself, had gotten the first pick and therefore the best job working at the only tea shop in town. After all, with a number that cursed, it had seemed only fitting that he'd get the most perks. As it was, there wasn't a more interesting assignment than the one that would let them learn more about one of Hinata-hime's interests.

Then clone number one, or Eiichi, had gone next since he was the first clone. A luck of birth, which meant clone number one always got to pick gigs second. He'd chosen the restaurant, a no brainer at the time but Hansuke had his suspicions and while the gig could have been really fun Hansuke doubted that it would be. Certainly not when he had it on good authority that Eiichi would be working in the back of the house. Maybe he'd get to learn a new recipe on his down time, but the majority of his time would be spent washing dishes. Which meant the clone was fated to maintain pruney fingers for the majority of this assignment.

The rest of them had decided on drawing straws after that, well clone number three, Yasahiro – Yasa for short –, and clone number five, Yoshi, had ganged up on him so they could escape their fate of guaranteed shitty jobs. Next time, they ought to just start with drawing straws, even out the playing field or something. Not that he thought it would really mattered in the long run. After all, towns this remote weren't known for their exciting opportunities.

Luckily, the luck gods had been smiling down on him because he'd still gotten the next choice. Out of the three spots remaining, Hansuke had really only two good choices. At the time working at the bookstore had just sounded like the better option to working as an extra hand for the local seamstress.

'Biggest mistake of my life,' Hansuke thought as he shelved another book. If he'd chosen to work with the seamstress, then he'd at least have the colorful conversation of a bunch of old crones gossiping all day. But instead, he was stuck with some old, mostly boring books most of which he couldn't even touch.

'Well, at least I didn't get saddled with working at that bar. Nothing like bad lighting, thick smoke clouds and gloomy depressing people to really ruin a day.' That displeasure had gone to Yasa who'd been unfortunate enough to draw the short straw. 'And look on the bright side. At least I've got a killer discount,' he thought with a smile as the door cloth shifted with someone's entrance.

'Great now there's three of us here,' Hansuke thought with a growing smile. 'Although I'm not sure Hon-sensei fiddling somewhere in the back actually counts as a real person.'

"Irasshaimase!" Hansuke called out behind a pile of books. He was paid for good customer service after all.

Not hearing a reply, he continued working, re-shelving the kids' section just as he'd been instructed. Briefly, Hansuke contemplated getting a book for Inari-kun. Haku-chan had complained in his overly polite way about Inari-kun not being interested in his studies which somehow had something to do with him, or well the boss man anyway, even though none of the clones nor the boss man could seem to figure out why. Either way, Haku-chan had been rather insistent as he suggested in that way that wasn't actually a suggestion that they help out by getting Inari-kun more books to read. Fun books to get him interested once more in his studies. As if the books coming from the boss man meant more than the one's Haku-chan got the kid.

Of course when tasked with the request, the clones had all relatively easily come to the same conclusion with the boss man agreeing wholeheartedly with their first choice. After all, algebra one had been a blast. Haku-chan, however, had not been quite so pleased. So, he figured now would be as good a time as any to find another book for Inari-kun. Preferably one that involved less math and more pictures as that seemed to be Haku-chan's chief complaint.

'By now, I'm sure the boss man has mastered that toad summoning jutsu, so it really shouldn't be long before we're ready to send a letter off to Haku-chan and Inari-kun. Fan's even picked up a toy and everything,' Hansuke thought with barely suppressed glee. Of course, they were fairly certain that a toy wouldn't go over so well without at least one book to balance it out.

He was just…

Bang!

In a flash, an entire stack of books collapsed to the ground, the loud clamor of noise startling Hansuke to the point that he nearly jumped out of his skin a process that would have surely cost him his brown wig and by extension his well-crafted disguise. Turning around he found an old man fumbling with a book in hand.

"Gomen nasai, lad. I'm so sorry," the old man stated as his hands stilled around the book in his hands.

Hansuke jumped down from his stool and worked quickly to pick up the newly scattered books. "It's alright Jii-san, I was probably going to move them in a few days anyway," he replied with a laugh, smiling at the old man to put him at ease. With deft hands, he easily moved the books back to the stacking cart as he moved to continue, "You looking for a book for your grandchildren?"

"You could say that," he replied distractedly, the old man's attention chiefly on the book in Hansuke's grip. Hansuke looked down reading the title with a quick glance, The Sun and the Moon. "Could I?" the old man asked and Hansuke handed it over without further question.

With a fond gaze, Jii-san gripped the book gently, carefully flipping through the pages as if the book was worth ten times as much as Hansuke knew it was. "Did you own a copy when you were younger?" Hansuke asked curiosity getting the better of him.

"No," the old man smiled kindly as he handed the book back, "But my grandfather would often tell me the story. I'm just surprised to see it here."

"Yeah?" Hansuke questioned, his curiosity further peaked. It didn't look particularly long, so opening the book he read it aloud.

"A long time ago, the world was dark," he read, the white words standing stark against the pure black pages. Turning the page, he continued.

"The Father of the Universe didn't like that, so he created the Sun." The once black pages gave way to all the colors of the earth as the bright sun filled the sky creating one long panorama of what looked like utter utopia. "And she gave light to the world." Flipping to the next page he continued.

"However, when she slept the world was dark once more. So the Father created the Moon to light the sky when she slept." Here the pages return to the blackness only for the soft glow of the moon to take up space on the other side.

"The Sun was overjoyed with her younger brother, taking him everywhere she went." And as he said the words, the pages filled back up with the bright vibrant life of utopia only with both the sun and the moon in the sky. "They became inseparable. Never would there be the Sun without the Moon or the Moon without the Sun. The world was a happy place." Turning the page, Hansuke's fingers glossed over each beautiful picture of a world that looked so happy. It was nice. Something he wished still existed today.

"One day the Sun couldn't make her annual meeting with the Harvest, so she sent the Moon in her place." The images shifted to the beauty of the forest, a raging river running nearby as the Moon meet with a beautiful woman. He flipped the page.

"With her awesome powers, the Harvest served a feast by first turning to the river and spitting out a bounty of fish." The image turned to a rush of water and fish from the woman's mouth. "Then turning to the forest, the Harvest spewed forth wild game from her mouth." This time the image of deer and boar rushed into the forest, almost galloping from her mouth. "And finally turning to the rice paddy, the Harvest coughed up boiled rice in plentiful mountains." Turning the page, Hansuke saw the plentiful mountains of food waiting to be feasted on. Sure, it was a little gross that it all came from the pretty lady's mouth, but who was he to critique the legend.

Flipping the page, Hansuke continued, "The Moon was disgusted at being served her vomit, so he killed her." Startled at the image of the dead woman with a sword still sticking out from her body, Hansuke quickly moved on.

"The Sun was upset with her brother's act of murder, so she banished the Moon from her sights never to share the same space again." The book ended with two separate skies. One of the sun, bright but lonely. And one of the moon, dark and sad.

"Well that got dark fast," Hansuke stated as he closed the book, turning his focus back on the old man in front of him.

Jii-san laughed in reply, "Hai. Well, grandfather didn't tell it quite like that."

More than happy to hear how the old man's grandfather told the story, Hansuke pressed the old man for details. As it was, this was likely the most excitement he'd get for the next week, maybe longer. After all, customers almost never actually spoke to him outside of the normal pleasantries.

"So what's different, Jii-san?"

"Oh, well, grandfather used their real names. Amaterasu the goddess of the sun and Tsukuyomi the god of the moon, and the book left out their brother Susanoo the god of storms and the sea."

"Is that all?"

"No, not quite, grandfather also made the story a little more exciting. In his telling, the Sun always forgave the Moon for killing the Harvest, or Ukemochi no kami as grandfather called her. No, in his story the Moon grew jealous of the Sun's glory and betrayed her. And that's why she banished him out of her sight for eternity." The old man paused in his own reflection before continuing, "But I like this telling too."

"I don't know, a story of betrayal sounds way more interesting."

Jii-san laughed again, "Hai, I suppose so. Perhaps that was one of the reasons grandfather told it." At those words, the old man gained a faraway look, lost in his own thoughts for a moment before he spoke again. "But he'd always say the moral of the story was about family. Family can forgive an unforgivable sin, but betrayal." He shook his head at that. "There's nothing worse than betraying one's own kin." Nodding his head sagely, the old man finished with a wistful sigh, "It was a story that has always stuck with me."

The old man slipped back into his memories for a moment more before returning to himself. Gradually, he pulled another book from the stack, this one with a ninken on the cover before nodding once to the clone. "But I'm here for this. Have a nice day, lad."

"You too, Jii-san."

Hansuke turned his gaze back to the book still in his hands. The Sun and the Moon. It had been an interesting story, although he didn't see how the boss man would be able to use that information. Turning the pages one more time, he nodded to himself, 'This could make a good book for Inari-kun.' Mostly pictures, no equations in sight, how could Haku-chan possible be upset with this?

Here comes the clones…

Hi all, we hope you enjoyed that. As you've noticed the Naruto clones now have names, so here's a list of what those names mean.

Hansuke - helpful friend

Eiichi - prosperous one

Yasahiro - calm and knowledgeable

Yoshi - silent and quiet

Haru - light, sun, or spring