Chapter 6: Blossoms and Bonds
Kimiko found the lessons at the Academy remarkably simple. It wasn't because being reincarnated in this world had made her inherently smarter—though she couldn't entirely discount the possibility—but because the curriculum was tailored for six- and seven-year-olds. Simple arithmetic, basic literacy, and introductory history were either skills she'd mastered long ago or concepts she grasped easily, especially after reading more advanced texts in the library. She would have found it incredibly tedious if it didn't give her a chance to feel better about herself and her intelligence despite her having a massively unfair advantage over her peers.
Sitting in the middle of the classroom, always within Iruka-Sensei's line of sight, she found herself enjoying the lessons. Whether answering questions with confidence or asking thoughtful ones that made Iruka pause, she quickly earned his attention. After one particularly detailed answer about Konoha's early days, Iruka gave her a faint nod, his expression pleased.
To her surprise, Sasuke Uchiha had chosen the seat beside her on the first day of class. She guessed he, like most children, gravitated toward familiar faces—and she was the only person he'd exchanged more than two words within this new environment.
Their morning pre-class routine soon became predictable. Sasuke would walk in, prompting a ripple of whispers and glances from some of the girls. He'd scan the room until he spotted her and then calmly take the seat beside her.
"Ohayo, Kimiko-chan," he'd say, his voice polite but steady. She'd glance up with a polite nod and a small smile before returning her attention to her notes. Even then, she sometimes felt his gaze linger—not intrusive, just curious.
Once, while she was answering a question from Iruka, she noticed Sasuke glancing at her notes. When she turned slightly, their eyes met for a brief moment. He quickly looked away, a faint crease on his brow as though embarrassed to be caught.
Other students seemed to take notice of her too. During a lull in the lecture, a boy across the room nudged his friend and glanced her way, only to avert his eyes when she shifted in her seat. Another time, she overheard a girl whispering something about her hair. It was subtle, but noticeable enough to remind Kimiko of the way people often reacted to her presence ever since she started in the Academy.
Still, she chose to focus on her studies. Attention, after all, wasn't always an advantage.
Not everything they learned was academic. Some school days were solely dedicated to practical lessons, like chakra manipulation. Iruka-sensei taught them about chakra, the basic theories behind it, and how it was used. But more importantly, he taught them how to manipulate and control it.
The 'leaf' exercise was one of the basic chakra exercises Iruka introduced. While it was new to most of the class, some students like Sasuke, Hinata, Shino, and Kimiko were already well beyond the point of finding it challenging. After the third class of practicing, when it became evident that they could do it effortlessly, Iruka-sensei excused them from participating.
"You four don't need to attend these sessions anymore," Iruka said, his tone kind but firm. "Treat this as a free period, but I highly encourage you to use it productively."
Kimiko took this advice to heart and used the time to focus on hand seals. She'd tried performing them as a child and even as a teenager back in the real world. Of course, without chakra, it had been nothing more than a game of finger twister. Here, though, it was serious. Hand seals were fundamental to using jutsu, and precision was everything. A split-second mistake on the battlefield could mean the difference between life and death.
She wasn't particularly good at them yet, which was why she asked Sasuke for help. She vaguely remembered that he was talented at hand seals—if not from innate skill, then from being an Uchiha. Even at this young age, his prodigal abilities were starting to show. Sasuke, perhaps grateful for her silent companionship in class or simply liking the chance to feel helpful, agreed.
"Okay," Sasuke said, standing across from her at the back of the classroom. His dark eyes were focused, and his hands rested lightly at his sides. Kimiko mirrored his posture, poised but relaxed. Around them, a few students glanced over, some curious and others merely passing time. Naruto, in particular, seemed distracted enough to earn Iruka's scolding.
"Bird-Snake-Rat-Ox-Dragon!" Sasuke called suddenly.
Kimiko's hands moved without hesitation, flashing through the sequence with precision and speed. Her motions were mechanical yet fluid, the result of relentless practice.
"Dog-Bird-Monkey-Ram-Hare!"
Her hands continued seamlessly, the transitions growing smoother with every seal. She caught the faint upward quirk of Sasuke's lips—a hint of approval—before he raised the difficulty.
"Clone Jutsu Hand Seal!"
For a brief moment, Kimiko had to think, but she didn't falter. Her fingers moved swiftly through the Ram, Snake, and Tiger signs, her muscle memory carrying her through.
For an instant, she considered kneading chakra to actually perform the jutsu, but Iruka's earlier warning echoed in her mind: No one is allowed to use jutsu in their first two years. It wasn't just a rule; it was practical. Most students, still inexperienced in chakra control, risked serious harm if they overextended themselves. Iruka had been clear about the dangers of chakra fatigue and depletion, and she had no intention of testing those limits.
Every shinobi had a finite amount of chakra in their reserves. While exercises and training could expand those reserves, much like how someone short might grow taller with effort, there was a limit set by genetics. A shinobi could only develop so far before their natural predispositions set a hard cap.
Chakra Fatigue was not the same as Chakra Depletion. Depletion occurred when one ran out of chakra entirely, but Chakra Fatigue happened when a shinobi pushed themselves to perform jutsu beyond that point. At that stage, the body began drawing energy from other sources, starting with muscles and eventually tapping into more critical areas like internal organs.
The consequences were severe. Best case scenario, the shinobi survived but with permanent injuries or diminished reserves, rendering them weaker than before. Worst case? They'd push too far and die.
Iruka-sensei explained this to the class early on, emphasizing its importance and why they should learn how to manage their chakra effectively. Both Kimiko and Sasuke were noted to have above-average chakra reserves according to him. However, Kimiko's reserves surpassed not just Sasuke's but also everyone else's in the class—except Naruto. (Iruka didn't mention that detail to her, but that was one of the focal points of the series. She doubted she'd exceed his stupid chakra levels.) The fact that only someone with Uzumaki genetics and a tailed beast inside them could outmatch her reserves spoke volumes about how much her early chakra maturation had set her apart from her peers.
"Good job, Kimiko-chan," Sasuke said, his voice tinged with genuine praise as he clapped her shoulder. "You're still a bit slow on the Clone Jutsu seals, though. You had to think for a second."
"Sorry," Kimiko replied, her tone light but teasing. "Not everyone can be a prodigal Uchiha."
Sasuke beamed at the compliment, puffing his chest slightly. "Well, you're better than anyone else in the class, Kimiko-chan. You're pretty smart."
Kimiko couldn't suppress the small smile that tugged at her lips. "Thank you, Sasuke-kun. Do you want to practice more?"
Sasuke shook his head. "Maybe tomorrow. Nii-san is picking me up today for shuriken training." He paused, glancing at her. "I'd love to train more tomorrow though. Do you want to practice the hand seals again?"
Kimiko blinked, caught off guard by the sudden invitation. Sasuke's dark eyes met hers, earnest and unwavering. How could she refuse?
"Sure, Sasuke-kun," she said, her voice polite but warm. "Have fun with Itachi-senpai!"
Sasuke smiled and nodded before turning and jogging out of the room. The other students were also filing out, most of them exhausted from the day's activities. Kimiko picked up her knapsack and moved toward the door. Iruka gave her a small smile as she passed, which she returned.
She paused when she noticed Naruto still seated at his desk, crossing his arms and scowling as Iruka spoke to him.
"You need to focus, Naruto-kun," Iruka said, his tone firm but patient. "Otherwise, you'll fall behind."
Naruto's expression was a mix of indignation and something softer—almost pleased. It was as though he relished the attention, even if it came in the form of a scolding.
Kimiko caught his eye as she left and gave him a small, serene smile. Naruto blinked in surprise before a grin spread across his face, the frustration melting away. She inclined her head slightly and walked out, feeling a faint warmth in her chest. Some sort of affection for the boy who did not know how important the man scolding him would be to his life. The teacher whose lessons would make him into the greatest Hokage in history.
There's potential in everyone, even if they don't see it yet, she thought, her steps light as she headed home.
By their second year, the Academy introduced taijutsu training—and with it came physical conditioning.
Kimiko had been indifferent to Physical Education in her past life. She wasn't the last kid picked for dodgeball, but she was far from the first. It had been tolerable then, but the shinobi version of P.E.? It made her sympathetic to every kid who hated it.
Every morning, Iruka-Sensei would lead them to the wide field behind the Academy, where the first order of business was a run. She still remembered their first day vividly.
"Nara, straighten up! Uzumaki, Inuzuka, pay attention!" Iruka barked, his voice snapping across the field like a whip. Shikamaru groaned but straightened his posture, and the other students quickly fell silent under Iruka's sharp gaze.
"A ninja's body is their greatest weapon," he said, pacing in front of them. "Neglect it, and you're as good as dead. If you don't take care of your health, you're not just putting yourself at risk—you're endangering your entire team."
His words hung heavy in the air. Iruka paused, his eyes sweeping over the group. When he continued, his tone was steel. "From this day on, we'll start each day with a run around the Academy. Then, we'll continue our physical training after lunch break! I expect your full effort during these drills. If you're not willing to give it everything you've got, you might as well stay home."
No one hesitated. And what followed was the most miserable two hours Kimiko had ever endured. They ran lap after lap, Iruka's voice pushing them just when they thought they couldn't go further. Sweat dripped into her eyes, her lungs burned, and her legs felt like lead. But just when it seemed unbearable, Iruka finally called a halt, as if he could sense the exact moment they were ready to collapse.
The days that followed were no better. The exercises grew increasingly grueling: weighted squats with sandbags, push-up variations, and agility drills that had them dodging blunted shuriken while flipping on balance beams. The field echoed with Iruka's sharp commands and the groans of struggling students.
Kimiko hated every second of it. Not because it was hard—but because she wasn't excelling like she was used to.
She wasn't failing; in fact, she was doing better than some of her classmates, like Shikamaru, Choji, and Naruto. But compared to Kiba, Hinata, and Ino, she was miles behind. And Sasuke? He was in a league of his own, effortlessly excelling at everything, from endurance runs to strength exercises.
It gnawed at her. She had gotten used to standing out in academic and chakra-based lessons. But here, on the field, she felt painfully average. Each stumble, each slower lap, felt like a blow to her confidence. The insecurity bubbled up, whispering fears she didn't want to confront: Was she destined to be mediocre, even in this world? Would she never be anything more than ordinary?
Her confidence took another brutal hit when Iruka began teaching them taijutsu.
The lessons started with the basics: Konoha Hyoujun Kata, or Konoha's Standard Forms. The style was unremarkable at first glance—straightforward and utilitarian—but it was perfectly suited for the Academy's purposes. Designed to level the playing field, it emphasized swift strikes, grapples, and evasive acrobatics, all tailored to help adolescents overcome larger, stronger foes. It was the kind of style that seemed almost mundane until you realized its genius lay in its adaptability, the fact that it provided genin a strong foundation, and that they can quickly branch out to more specialized styles using the style as a baseline.
At first, practice involved simply learning and repeating the forms. But soon, Iruka announced the inevitable.
"Alright, it's time for Traditional Shinobi Sparring!" Iruka's voice rang out one morning, met with cheers and fist pumps from some of the more enthusiastic students.
Kimiko's stomach twisted. Sparring was necessary—she understood that. As future shinobi, they had to learn how to fight in real scenarios. The stakes were literally life or death, and Iruka wanted to ensure they applied what they'd learned under pressure. Still, knowing this didn't make her any less nervous.
She watched match after match, clapping politely as names were called and winners were declared. She felt her heart beat faster as the inevitable came closer and closer.
"The winner of this bout is Sasuke Uchiha!" Iruka announced, raising his hand toward the young Uchiha, whose flawless speed and impeccable technique had captivated the entire class. A wave of applause broke out, enthusiastic and loud—especially from Sakura and Ino, whose cheers bordered on shrill excitement.
Kimiko joined in with a polite, measured clap, but her heart wasn't in it. Her nerves were too frayed to focus on anything other than her own upcoming match. Sasuke's victory only heightened her anxiety, a reminder of the skill level expected in these sparring sessions.
Kiba, Sasuke's opponent, groaned as he dusted himself off, muttering something under his breath before trudging over to join Hinata, who offered him a sympathetic smile. Meanwhile, Sasuke made his way back to his seat beside Kimiko, his expression calm and composed, as though the bout had barely challenged him.
"You'll be fine, Kimiko," Sasuke whispered, his tone calm and reassuring as he returned to the space beside her.
Easy for you to say, reincarnation of Indra. Kimiko managed a polite smile in response, though her nerves didn't abate.
"Next bout: Yamanaka, Ino, and Yuhi, Kimiko!" Iruka announced.
A louder-than-usual round of applause broke out, predominantly from the boys. Kimiko felt her cheeks warm but squared her shoulders as Sasuke gave her an encouraging nudge. Stepping into the circle, she faced Ino, whose bright smile belied a sharp confidence.
"Good luck, Kimiko-chan," Ino said cheerfully, forming the Seal of Confrontation.
"You too, Ino-chan," Kimiko replied, her voice not as steady as it usually was as she mirrored the seal.
Iruka's smile suggested he was pleased with their sportsmanship. "Such polite students," he remarked before raising his hand. "Begin!"
And it was only then that Kimiko realized—both in this life and her previous one—she'd never truly been in a fight.
That split second of hesitation was all Ino needed. Before Kimiko could react, the blonde was already closing the gap, her fist flying forward. Kimiko barely had time to raise her arms in a cross guard. Focus, Kimiko.
The impact jarred her forearms, a dull thud reverberating up her bones. Ino's determined face loomed just beyond her guard as she unleashed two more sharp strikes. Each hit made Kimiko step back, her right foot planted firmly into the ground to keep her balance.
As Ino hopped back, Kimiko caught the slight tilt of her opponent's hip, the way her leg cocked subtly. An attack was coming. Now's my chance.
Dropping her guard, Kimiko bent her knees and launched herself forward, her fist shooting out in a straight jab aimed at Ino's head. The other girl's eyes widened—surprised at the speed—but she twisted her neck just in time. The blow glanced off Ino's cheek, a faint bruising streak left behind.
Kimiko didn't waste the momentum. She tried to spin into a round kick aimed at Ino's ribs, but her footing wobbled slightly mid-turn. The kick connected weakly with Ino's shin as the other girl raised her leg to block. The jarring impact stung, but Kimiko barely had time to register it before Ino pressed forward.
Planting her foot firmly, Ino launched a flurry of quick jabs. Kimiko scrambled back, swaying awkwardly to avoid the strikes. Her breaths came fast and uneven as she struggled to keep up with Ino's relentless offense.
And then, Kimiko saw an opening.
Ino planted her feet and pushed off the ground, twisting her body into a spinning kick aimed at Kimiko's head. The move was graceful and precise, the kind of attack you'd see in a training manual. Kimiko had only a fraction of a second to react. She bent her knees and launched herself backward into a flip, the wind from Ino's kick brushing past her face. She landed several feet away, wobbling slightly but upright. She'll need a second to steady herself after that move.
Kimiko didn't waste the opportunity. She sprinted forward, her breaths shallow but determined. Ino was just landing, her balance still shaky. This is my chance. If I strike fast enough, I can take her down.
Kimiko threw a powerful hook, aiming for Ino's face, but the glint of focus in Ino's eyes warned her too late—it was a trap. Ino batted her punch aside with effortless precision, leaving Kimiko wide open.
Pain exploded in Kimiko's abdomen as Ino drove a quick one-two combination into her stomach. The force of the punches knocked the wind out of her, and she staggered back, clutching her middle. Her vision blurred for a moment, and she barely registered Ino stepping in for a third strike, a straight punch aimed at her head.
No! I can't lose!
Kimiko twisted her body just in time, the punch grazing her temple instead of landing squarely. The impact still left her reeling, her ears ringing, but she used the momentum to grab Ino's extended arm. Her fingers clamped down like a vice, nails biting into Ino's forearm as she twisted it sharply. Ino gasped, trying to pull free, but Kimiko held on with all her strength.
Kimiko struck back. Her first punch connected with Ino's ribs, eliciting a sharp gasp. Her second found its mark on Ino's stomach, and on the third strike, she raised her knee, slamming it into Ino's abdomen. The other girl doubled over, spitting out saliva, her body curling instinctively against the pain.
But Ino wasn't done yet. She mustered her strength, yanking her arm free from Kimiko's grip and leaping back to create distance. Her movements were slower now, her breath labored, but her eyes burned with fierce determination. The cheers of their classmates echoed in the background, split between support for both fighters.
Kimiko raised her arms into the standard fighting stance, her muscles screaming in protest but her resolve unbroken. Ino mirrored her, steadying herself and raising her fists again.
They moved at the same time, charging toward each other in a final clash. Neither dodged, neither hesitated. Ino's fist crashed into Kimiko's temple just as Kimiko's kick connected with Ino's jaw. The simultaneous impact sent a shockwave through both of their bodies.
For a brief moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.
Kimiko's legs buckled beneath her, and she collapsed onto her back, her chest heaving as the sky above blurred in and out of focus. Across from her, Ino wavered, her entire body trembling, but somehow, she remained upright.
"The winner of this bout is Ino Yamanaka!" Iruka's voice cut through the haze.
Polite applause and scattered cheers erupted around them. Kimiko forced herself up onto one elbow, her pride stinging more than her body. Ino, still clutching her stomach, extended a hand to her.
"Good fight, Kimiko-chan," Ino said, her smile warm despite the strain etched into her features, she extended her fingers to her, which Kimiko took, forming the Seal of Reconciliation.
"Thank you," she responded, perhaps a bit too curtly. But Kimiko was disappointed and deflated at her loss. "It's your win."
Iruka gave both girls a ruffle on the head before sending them back. Kimiko sank onto the ground beside Sasuke, who leaned closer.
"You did well," he said quietly, trying to reassure her.
Kimiko barely nodded, lost in her thoughts. My first fight… and I lost. Despite all the advantages she had, advantages that only gods like Madara, Hashirama, and Minato had, she still fell short. The taste of failure was bitter, and her confidence, fragile as it was, felt like it was crumbling.
For the next two days, Kimiko drifted through her routines in a haze. She didn't cry, but her silence was louder than any tears. She answered her family's questions about school with polite, clipped responses, avoiding eye contact. Even Sasuke, who usually found her company pleasant, seemed to keep his distance, his concerned glances tinged with frustration.
It wasn't until Iruka-sensei took her aside after class that something changed.
"Kimiko-chan," he said as she began packing her things. His tone was soft, but it stopped her in her tracks. "Is everything alright?"
"Yes, Sensei," she replied automatically, her voice flat. "I'm sorry for not participating much today. It's just—"
"Kimiko." Iruka cut her off gently but firmly. "I may not have been teaching for long, but I know when one of my brightest students is troubled. Is this about your match with Ino-chan?"
Her shoulders stiffened, and her hands clutched her bag. She couldn't meet his gaze, her head bowing under the weight of her frustration.
Iruka crouched slightly, angling his face to meet hers. "Kimiko-chan, that match could have gone either way. You didn't do poorly. In fact, you did better than most would in your place. But you'll only truly lose if you let one setback defeat you."
Her lip trembled, and tears welled in her crimson eyes. "I tried so hard, Sensei. I practiced and practiced, but it's like I'll never catch up…"
Iruka's expression softened, a mix of sympathy and quiet amusement. "You do work hard, Kimiko-chan," he said. "But do you think Ino-chan doesn't? Or Hinata, Kiba, Shino—even Naruto?"
Kimiko blinked, caught off guard by the question.
"It's not about how fast you learn or how strong you are right now," Iruka continued, tapping a finger against her chest. "It's about what's in here. A shinobi's greatest strength isn't their jutsu or skill—it's their will to keep going, even when it feels impossible."
Kimiko stared at him, her tears forgotten for a moment.
"When the body is tired and the mind is weary, it's your heart that keeps you moving forward," Iruka said firmly. "There will always be someone better, stronger, faster. But that doesn't mean you give up. It means you push harder, climb higher. That's how you'll become a great kunoichi—not by being the best all the time, but by never stopping, no matter how many mountains you face."
For a moment, the classroom was quiet, his words sinking into her like rain on parched soil. Kimiko swallowed hard and nodded, her voice barely a whisper.
"Thank you, Sensei."
Iruka smiled, straightening up. "Good. Now, don't let me catch you slacking tomorrow. You've got mountains to climb."
That conversation with Iruka stayed with her, echoing in her mind like a steady drumbeat. She understood now why he had such a profound influence on Naruto—why his words would shape the boy into the great man he would become. Iruka truly believed in his students, each and every one of them, with a sincerity that felt almost foreign to her. In her old world, people like him didn't seem to exist.
Kimiko took his advice to heart, pouring her disappointment and frustration into something tangible. She worked harder than ever before—not in desperate bursts of energy that fizzled out, but with a steady, unyielding drive.
The next morning, she arrived at the Academy before dawn, surprising even Iruka, who was setting up for the day. She didn't stop there. During their morning exercises, she pushed herself relentlessly, not giving in to fatigue or frustration. Each step, each motion carried a silent vow: I will not be average.
Her determination didn't waver. During free periods, she sought out Sasuke to spar, uncaring that he won every bout with ease or that his smirk suggested he wasn't even trying. And when he was indisposed, she carved out a quiet corner of the yard to train alone. While others played, she drilled the Konoha Hyoujun Kata until the movements felt like second nature, her strikes sharp and precise, her form improving with each repetition.
At home, her newfound diligence didn't go unnoticed. On Sundays, she woke before the sun and ran laps around the compound, her breath clouding in the crisp morning air. She returned only when the rest of the house began to stir. Kurenai watched her one morning from the porch, a bemused smile on her lips.
"You're reminding me of this coworker of mine with all this training, Kimiko. Make sure you don't start shouting about the springtime of youth," she teased, though her voice carried a note of pride.
Her father, Shinku, was less subtle in his approval. "Good. That's the spirit of a true shinobi," he said one evening, watching her practice strikes against a wooden post in the yard. His grin was wide, his voice warm. "Keep this up, and you'll surpass us all."
Kimiko's muscles ached, and her body felt like it was being pushed to its limits—but she welcomed it. Each drop of sweat, each sting of exhaustion, reminded her of why she was doing this. I will climb higher. I will be more.
And she'd be lying if she said she didn't notice the improvements. Slowly but surely, her hard work began to pay off. During endurance training, she was often one of the last standing, usually alongside Sasuke and, to the surprise of many, Naruto. Despite his shaky start, Naruto's determination was undeniable, and while his progress was slower, he was steadily improving.
Kimiko's aim had also become something her classmates feared. In Shuriken Tag, a game Iruka often used to sharpen their accuracy under pressure, few wanted to face her. Her throws were sharp and precise, second only to Sasuke's, and more than once, her well-placed shots had classmates scrambling for cover.
Even Sasuke had to admit just how much Kimiko had improved during one of their sparring matches.
He ducked under her hook and parried her kick with his forearm, retreating a step to regain his footing. But Kimiko was relentless. Closing the distance in an instant, she drove her elbow into his jaw and followed up with a sharp kick to his stomach, sending him sliding backward across the dirt.
Sasuke blinked, momentarily stunned. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned, his dark eyes glinting with both surprise and respect. "Wow. That's the first time you've managed to land a hit on me, Kimiko."
She froze, her hands still raised in a guard position. "I... did?" Lowering her arms slightly, she stared at him, her crimson eyes wide with disbelief.
Sasuke's grin widened. "Yeah, and you're getting better every time." He straightened, rolling his shoulders.
Kimiko's lips curled into a small, determined smile. "Only because of your training, Sasuke-kun. Do you want to continue?" She spread her legs and lifted both her arms, snapping into her combat stance.
Raising his fists, Sasuke chuckled. "Guess I'll have to take you seriously now."
The Academy emptied out slowly, students trickling out in pairs and small groups, their laughter and chatter filling the warm afternoon air. Kimiko lingered behind, walking alone along the path that led to the residential district where her family lived. Her family usually let her go home alone now, given that she often stayed later to spar with Sasuke after school. That, and since attending the Academy, the people of Konoha had grown familiar enough with her to keep an eye on her as she walked home.
Her mind buzzed with thoughts of the day's lessons and Sasuke's compliment during their sparring match. She didn't quite feel like celebrating—there was still so much she needed to work on. But still, managing to make Sasuke acknowledge her, when he usually didn't pay anyone any mind, especially other girls? It made her giddy. It was as if Sasuke was beginning to see her as an equal, or at least someone worth respecting. That didn't happen with his peers in the anime, not until Naruto caught up with him.
Her musings were cut short when she spotted a familiar figure up ahead: Naruto Uzumaki. But he wasn't alone. Three boys surrounded him, their postures aggressive. At the center of the group was a green-haired boy, tall and broad-shouldered for his age, flanked by two smaller boys who laughed at every word he said. Naruto stood defiant, his small fists clenched and his blue eyes blazing, but it was clear he was outnumbered and outmatched.
"You're just a loser! No one wants you here," the green-haired boy sneered, giving Naruto's shoulder a hard shove. Naruto staggered but didn't fall, his gaze steady despite the redness in his cheeks.
"I'm not a loser! I'm going to be Hokage one day, believe it!" Naruto shouted back, his voice cracking slightly.
One of the bullies roared with laughter. "Hokage? You can't even make a clone without falling on your face. Maybe Hokage of idiots!"
Kimiko's lips pressed into a thin line. She stepped forward, closing the distance before any of them could even notice her. When she spoke, her voice was cold and cutting. "And what are you going to be? Hokage of cowards?"
The boys froze, their heads snapping toward her. Naruto blinked, his mouth opening slightly in surprise.
"Kimiko-chan," said Naruto, his tone equal parts awe and confusion. Her eyes moved to scan over the other boys' faces. She didn't recognize the two smaller ones, but she remembered the leader: Asahi Fuma, of the Fuma Clan. He was there during the opening ceremony. He was in the class that Mizuki taught.
The name made her heart harden. One of the first people who put Naruto in harm's way.
"I didn't think the Fuma clan taught its members to gang up on people," she said, her expression one of imperious disdain—the same look her mother wore when deeply displeased. "Or was it Mizuki-sensei who taught you this cowardly behavior?"
The Fuma boy glared at her hatefully. They always did when their families were mentioned. "This isn't your business, Yuhi."
"It became my business the moment you decided to gang up on someone half your size," Kimiko shot back, her tone calm but cold and unyielding. She took a step closer, her crimson eyes locking with the boy's. "Three against one? How impressive. Are you planning to brag about this later?"
The smaller boys shuffled uncomfortably, exchanging uneasy glances, but the Fuma boy stood his ground. "What's it to you? He's just—"
"He's a student of the Academy, just like the rest of us," Kimiko interrupted sharply. "And unlike you, he's not afraid to stand on his own."
Naruto's eyes widened at her words, his lips parting slightly as if he couldn't quite believe someone was standing up for him.
The Fuma boy scoffed but didn't move closer. "You think you're so smart, huh? Just because your family—"
"Leave. Now." Kimiko's voice dropped an octave, her stance shifting slightly, ready for a fight if necessary. She doubted any of them were as good as Sasuke, or even Ino. She raised her chin, her expression unyielding. "Or I'll make sure Iruka-sensei hears exactly how brave you are."
The Fuma boy's jaw tightened, but the weight of her gaze, as well as the sudden shuffling back of the other boys, made him hesitate.
Finally, he turned with a snarl, shoving one of his companions. "Come on. This isn't worth it."
The trio slinked away, their muttered curses fading into the distance. Kimiko turned to Naruto, her expression softening slightly.
"Are you alright?" she asked, tilting her head.
Naruto stared at her for a moment before grinning widely, his blue eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Yeah! I'm fine! I could've handled them myself, though."
Kimiko's lips twitched into a faint smile. "Of course you could. But you shouldn't have to."
Naruto's grin faltered slightly, his gaze dropping. "Thanks, Kimiko-chan. No one usually… you know… stands up for me."
Her heart ached at that, and something in her—something protective and fierce, the part of her that clung to the idea that she wasn't just a six-year-old girl but someone older, someone who understood loneliness—seized her before she realized. "Then it's about time someone did."
Naruto's smile returned, brighter than before. "You're awesome, you know that?"
Kimiko chuckled softly, leading him toward the road. "Come on. Let's walk home."
As they walked side by side, Naruto's chatter filling the air, the chatter of someone who was ecstatic that someone actually stood up for him. Kimiko felt a small spark of warmth in her chest. For all her doubts and struggles, moments like these reminded her why she was here. This world was cruel, but perhaps she could make it a little kinder, one step at a time.
As she had anticipated, Naruto stuck to her like glue the very next day. His boisterous chatter filled every moment, often disrupting her focus during training or study. While she tried to remain tolerant, his constant antics—his loud voice, his endless stories, his insistence on being noticed—grated on her nerves more than she cared to admit.
It didn't take long for Sasuke to start avoiding her during breaks, his trademark scowl deepening whenever Naruto's voice echoed across the training yard. "I can't concentrate with him around," Sasuke muttered one afternoon, sparing a pointed glance in Naruto's direction before stalking off to train alone.
Kimiko tried to bear it. She really did. She understood why Naruto behaved the way he did. She knew the loneliness that drove him, the desperate yearning to be acknowledged. It wasn't his fault, and she knew that better than most. But just because she understood didn't mean she had the patience to always deal with it.
It came to a head one afternoon during sparring practice when Naruto, once again, shouted out her name from the sidelines, his cheers drowning out her instructor's advice. She barely managed to block a punch from her opponent, her irritation flaring like wildfire.
"Enough, Naruto!" she snapped, the word sharper than she intended. Naruto's face fell, his expression startled and hurt.
Kimiko's chest tightened with guilt, but before she could say anything else, Iruka-sensei called for a break, sparing her the need to address the moment immediately.
As the lunch break began, Kimiko glanced over at Naruto, who was sitting by himself, idly drawing aimless patterns in the dirt with a stick. His usual vibrancy seemed dimmed, his shoulders slightly hunched. Something about the sight tugged at her heart, and before she could stop herself, she was already walking toward him, the bento her mother had prepared in her hand.
"Hello, Naruto," she said softly, taking a seat beside him.
Naruto's gaze snapped up, his eyes widening in surprise. "Oh, hello, Kimiko-chan!" His voice was still loud, but it carried a faint hint of somberness that was unusual for him.
"Do you want to share my lunch with me?" she asked, holding out the bento with a small smile.
Naruto blinked at her, his wide eyes brimming with surprise and something that almost looked like gratitude. His face broke into a big, goofy grin, the kind that only Naruto could manage. "It's not like you have to ask! We're friends, you know!"
"That's right," Kimiko replied gently, her smile widening. "We are."
And just like that, the tension from earlier melted away. It was an unspoken apology, one that Naruto accepted with the ease of a child who knew what it meant to be lonely and desperately valued even the smallest acts of kindness. For all his flaws, Kimiko knew Naruto was a good kid—one who wore his heart on his sleeve and who would grow into the most loyal friend anyone could ask for.
Even if he weren't destined to become one of the most integral parts of Konoha's future, Kimiko realized she would want him in her corner. Naruto had a way of making people better simply by being himself, and in his own chaotic, stubborn way, he helped her see the kind of person she wanted to become at her second chance in life.
"Alright, everyone, pay attention," said Iruka-sensei, his arms crossed as he scanned the eager faces of his students. They were lined up on the path to the large training field behind the Academy, the afternoon sunlight casting long shadows over the group.
"Today's sparring session will be a bit different," Iruka continued, his tone quiet, letting anticipation build.
"GET ON WITH IT, IRUKA-SENSEI!" Naruto's voice rang out, drawing a wave of chuckles from their classmates. Even Kimiko found herself stifling a demure giggle behind her hand, a small smile tugging at her lips.
Iruka sighed, running a hand down his face. "Naruto…" he muttered, shaking his head. "Alright. Instead of sparring against your classmates, Mizuki-sensei and I decided to have two of the best students in our class compete in an exhibition match."
Excited murmurs rippled through the group, the buzz of curiosity and speculation growing louder. Kimiko tilted her head, intrigued.
"Now, I expect all of you to be on your best behavior and show your support to our class's representatives!" Iruka's chest puffed out slightly as he delivered the announcement with pride.
"Alright! So I'll be representing our class, huh, Iruka-sensei! I'll beat whoever Mizuki-sensei's student is, believe it!" Naruto declared, leaping up from his spot with a triumphant grin.
More laughter erupted, Kiba's loud and wolfish among them. "Sure, Naruto," he teased, leaning back and crossing his arms.
Iruka sighed again, rubbing his temples. "No, Naruto," he said flatly, causing the blond boy to pause mid-pose and dramatically fall back into his seat, eliciting more giggles.
Iruka's tone shifted, drawing their focus. "The pair representing our class will be Sasuke Uchiha…"
No surprises there. The murmurs turned to nods and whispered agreements. Kimiko glanced at Sasuke, who kept his expression calm and composed. She gave him a small nudge of encouragement. He responded with a faint, confident smile. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Ino and Sakura shooting them curious, slightly annoyed glances.
"And Kimiko Yuhi," Iruka added.
Kimiko blinked, the words not fully registering at first. Her? Applause and cheers swelled around her, though none as loud as Naruto's exuberant yell. "ALRIGHT! Go and win, Kimiko-chan!"
Though not everyone seemed pleased. She could feel her classmates' gazes shifting toward her, and a faint whisper carried from somewhere behind her.
"Of course she gets picked. She's like, perfect at everything." The voice was muffled but audible enough for Kimiko to hear, and she felt heat rise to her cheeks. Another voice followed with a hushed, "And did you see Sasuke smile at her? He never smiles at anyone."
Kimiko straightened her posture, pretending not to notice. Her nerves buzzed beneath her calm exterior. Why her? Surely someone like Hinata, who specialized in taijutsu, would be a better choice? The familiar grip of nervousness began tightening around her chest, but she barely had time to dwell on it before she felt a sharp nudge under the table.
Sasuke had lightly kicked her foot, drawing her attention. "We can do it," he said smoothly, his dark eyes steady on hers. "You've gotten pretty good."
Kimiko swallowed hard, his words both reassuring and unsettling. "Thanks," she murmured, forcing a small smile. But as she glanced toward the training field, she couldn't shake the knot of anxiety forming in her stomach. This wasn't just sparring—it was representing her class. And the thought of failing in front of everyone loomed large in her mind.
No, she told herself. It's because I'm representing this class that I need to be focused. I can't afford to let these people down.
It didn't take long before they were gathered in the training field. The two classes were divided into two groups, each facing the other with an air of anticipation. In the center of the field, their sensei conversed quietly, likely finalizing the match order. Kimiko's gaze, however, was fixed on Mizuki, who stood among the instructors with his trademark easy smile.
Her crimson eyes hardened, venom seeping into her expression. The sight of him—the very man who would one day put an innocent child in harm's way for his own selfish gain—turned her stomach. That someone so deceitful and cruel could work as a teacher made her skin crawl. How could a person like that be entrusted with shaping the next generation of shinobi?
Kimiko tore her gaze away, unwilling to let her loathing consume her thoughts. Mizuki had just leapt back to join his class, leaving Iruka standing alone in the middle of the field to address the students.
"Alright, quiet, please!" Iruka's voice cut through the chatter, and the noise quickly died down. He offered a warm smile to both classes before continuing. "The first match will be Uchiha Sasuke versus Morita Tenma!"
Cheers erupted from both sides as the two boys stepped into the center of the field. Iruka raised his hand high, and the pair exchanged the seal of confrontation, their movements sharp with focus.
"BEGIN!" Iruka's hand came down in a swift chop, and the boys exploded into action.
It was over almost as soon as it began. Both rushed forward, but it quickly became clear who had the upper hand. Sasuke's movements were precise, every strike deliberate and efficient. His form was exceptional for his age, and Kimiko, thanks to her own training, could see the difference. There was no wasted motion, no hesitation in his attacks.
His opponent grunted as Sasuke landed a solid kick to his stomach, followed by two clean punches to the face. A jumping knee to the chin sent the boy sprawling onto his back, utterly defeated.
"Winner, Uchiha Sasuke!" Iruka announced.
Their class erupted into cheers, the loudest coming from the girls. Kimiko joined in with a polite applause, her clapping delicate but genuine.
"You're so cool, Sasuke-kun!" a girl's voice squealed from behind her. Kimiko didn't react outwardly, but a small part of her silently agreed.
"Your turn, Kimiko." Sasuke passed her as she walked toward the center of the arena. His expression was calm, but the faintest hint of a smirk tugged at his lips. Kimiko met his gaze with her own serene determination before stepping forward.
As she stood in the center, a wave of encouragement rolled over her.
"You can do it, Kimiko!"
"Make our class proud, Kimiko!"
"YOU CAN DO IT, KIMIKO-CHAN!" Naruto's voice rose above all the others, loud and enthusiastic, drawing amused glances from the crowd.
Kimiko felt a small, genuine smile tug at her lips. After that outpouring of support, there was no way she could let him—or their class—down.
To her credit, Kimiko didn't show the slightest flicker of surprise when her opponent stepped forward.
"I didn't know you were considered one of the best in your class, Fuma Asahi," she said, her tone laced with idle disinterest. Her crimson gaze, cool and unyielding, met her opponent's eyes without fear.
A dark shadow passed over Asahi's face, his jaw tightening at her words, but Kimiko barely paid him any mind. Her focus shifted briefly to Mizuki, standing just behind his student. His easy smile seemed too deliberate, too smug.
What are you planning…?
"Alright, for our next and final bout, Yuhi Kimiko versus Fuma Asahi!" Iruka's voice rang out, met with an enthusiastic round of cheers from the students.
Kimiko barely heard them. Her world had narrowed to the boy in front of her. Her crimson eyes locked onto his, and she raised her hand, forming the seal of confrontation. Asahi mirrored her gesture, though his movements were sharp, almost impatient.
The crowd's energy dulled into a tense silence as they took their stances. Kimiko drew in a steadying breath, her body fluidly shifting into the foundational form of Konoha's Hyoujun Kata. One hand extended before her, palm open, while the other curled into a tight fist below her chin. She dragged one foot back, grounding herself.
Asahi, for his part, mirrored her stance with slight variations, his frame larger but his movements less refined. His dark eyes bore into hers, his confidence clear.
"BEGIN!" Iruka's sharp command cut through the quiet.
This time, she was the one who immediately went on the offensive, closing the distance between herself and Asahi in just a few seconds. Judging by the murmurs from her classmates and even the two instructors, no one had expected her to be so fast—or so aggressive.
Asahi barely had time to raise his guard. The flimsy two-handed shield he threw up to protect his face crumpled under the surprising weight of her punch. He staggered back, her fist connecting with a satisfying crunch against his nose.
She would never be the strongest. Even for an eight year old she was petite and doll-like, but that also meant that no one expected her to actually have somestrength.
Kimiko pressed her advantage ruthlessly, unwilling to let him recover. She threw two sharp jabs, both aimed at his midsection. The second strike landed squarely, making Asahi double over with a pained grunt.
Wear your opponent down... keep them on the defensive. Her father's words echoed in her mind as she stepped forward to follow through.
Asahi managed to disengage, stumbling back to create distance, but Kimiko dashed forward before he could fully reset. He lashed out with a kick aimed at her head, but it was too slow and too predictable. Her arm came up instinctively to block, and with a sharp shove, she deflected his leg, throwing him off balance.
Her focus narrowed, her movements automatic. She ducked under two wild punches, each less refined than the last, her opponent growing desperate. If Kimiko had been in his position, she would've feinted a retreat to bait her pursuer, countering with a decisive strike to disrupt their rhythm. But Fuma Asahi wasn't Kimiko Yuhi. He hadn't gone through the painstaking training she endured every single day.
He didn't have mountains to climb.
Asahi attempted a spinning kick, but at this range, it was a fatal error. Kimiko stepped in, her hand snapping out to halt his leg before it could rise. With a swift motion, she stomped on his knee, forcing him to flinch. The moment his balance wavered, she pushed down harder, using his leg as a springboard to propel herself upward.
Her momentum carried her higher as she stepped onto his face, her foot striking hard against his cheek. She pushed off with a sharp kick, using both feet this time, driving the soles of her shoes into his face with brutal precision. The impact sent Asahi reeling backward, his arms flailing as he stumbled to the ground. Kimiko landed lightly on her feet, her stance seamlessly resetting to the standard starting position.
For a fleeting moment, she couldn't help but feel a spark of pride. I must've looked flawless just now.
Asahi struggled to his feet, blood dripping from his nose, his breaths ragged. Yet, despite his battered state, he refused to give up. Iruka-sensei's gaze flicked between them, concern flashing in his eyes. It was clear to everyone watching—this match was over, and Asahi was outmatched.
"You think you're that great, huh?" Asahi spat, limping forward. His words carried venom, but his movements betrayed his exhaustion. Kimiko felt her stance instinctively loosen. This is just a kid...
"Give up," she said evenly, her voice steady but not unkind. "There's no shame in knowing when you're beaten."
Her attempt at reason only seemed to enrage him further. "Go to hell!" he snarled.
He charged toward her again, wild and desperate. Kimiko readied herself, her stance tightening as she prepared to end this with a single, decisive blow. But then, he changed direction mid-charge. Her body pivoted instinctively to track him as he veered to her left, but the sudden shift threw her off balance.
Before she could fully adjust, he jumped into the air and reached into his jacket. Her crimson eyes widened as realization dawned. A weapon...!
In one fluid motion, Asahi hurled a shuriken toward her, weaving hand signs with alarming speed.
"Secret Fuma Clan Art: Shuriken Expansion Jutsu!" he shouted.
The spinning shuriken expanded mid-flight, growing to an enormous size without losing its momentum. The sharp, metallic hum of the blade sliced through the air, hurtling toward her like a guillotine. It was massive, easily her size, and it aimed to bisect her where she stood.
"No!" "Stop!" "Kimiko-chan!"
The panicked cries of her classmates echoed around her, but they were distant, drowned out by the pounding of her heart. Iruka-sensei began to sprint toward her, but he was too far away. And Mizuki... the sick smile on his face confirmed her suspicion—he'd orchestrated this.
She had to save herself.
Her mind raced, her body moving on instinct. Ram, Snake, Tiger...
The massive shuriken hit her, slicing cleanly through her body—only for her form to vanish in a puff of white smoke.
Gasps rippled through the crowd as the smoke cleared, revealing not one, but two identical copies of Kimiko, standing a short distance apart, poised and unharmed. The real Kimiko's crimson eyes locked onto Asahi, her expression calm yet unyielding.
Asahi landed heavily, his face a mask of disbelief. His oversized shuriken clattered to the ground with a dull thud, its edge buried in the dirt. He staggered, his body swaying as exhaustion overtook him. With a single, defeated groan, he collapsed.
There was chaos in the aftermath. Iruka and Mizuki quickly descended into a heated argument, with Mizuki denying any knowledge of Asahi having a shuriken or knowing one of his clan's jutsu. Iruka's furrowed brow and clenched fists betrayed his frustration, though perhaps their years of friendship blinded him from seeing Mizuki as clearly as Kimiko did. She bit back the urge to interject, knowing it wasn't her place—but her red gaze lingered on Mizuki, cold and calculating.
Her classmates, meanwhile, swarmed her with mixed reactions. Ino and a shy Sakura approached first, their concern genuine.
"Are you okay, Kimiko-chan?" Ino asked, her voice tinged with worry.
"I'm fine," Kimiko replied, her tone gracious as she nodded to them. "Thank you for asking."
Sasuke, ever unflappable, simply shrugged when their eyes met. "I knew you'd figure it out," he said coolly. "The moment you started weaving those signs, it was obvious."
Naruto, on the other hand, was as loud as ever, his voice cutting through the chatter. "Wow! That was so cool, Kimiko-chan!" he exclaimed, practically bouncing on his feet. "Can you teach me how to do that too?"
Despite herself, Kimiko felt a small smile tugging at her lips. "We'll see, Naruto-kun," she said, her tone light. His sheer enthusiasm was infectious, and for a moment, the weight of what had just transpired lifted slightly.
As they walked, Kimiko caught sight of her father waiting outside, speaking with Iruka, his expression severe.
"-One of the two people in their year functioning at a high genin level…"
Kimiko caught the tail end of the conversation before Shinku's eyes found hers, his face softening instantly. Iruka turned to her with a fond smile and ruffled her hair as he excused himself to return to the Academy. Shinku extended his hand, which Kimiko took without question.
"So, you had an eventful day, huh?" Shinku said, his eyes twinkling with a mix of pride and concern.
"We just had a sparring match, tou-san," Kimiko replied evenly, maintaining her composed demeanor. "It was hardly worth all that fanfare."
Shinku raised a brow, his amusement evident. "I heard from your sensei that you performed a perfect Clone Jutsu—a jutsu you shouldn't be able to perform, much less perfect, till you're about to graduate from the academy a few years from now—and you think it's nothing worth fussing over?"
Kimiko shrugged lightly. "Sasuke's nii-san, Itachi-senpai, could perform a Kage Bunshin when he was my age. Sasuke told me he can already do his clan's Fireball Jutsu."
As if summoned by her words, Sasuke appeared, holding Itachi's hand. Sasuke turned to wave at her. "See you tomorrow, Kimiko!"
Kimiko smiled in return, nodding politely at both brothers.
Shinku watched them for a moment before turning back to her. "If you're comparing yourself to the top student in your year and one of Konoha's greatest prodigies, then you're proving my point."
Kimiko offered a serene smile. "I just want to be like you, kaa-san, and nee-san. That's why I work so hard."
As they walked, Kimiko spotted another familiar figure walking alone ahead of them. Without hesitation, she called out, "Naruto!"
The boy stopped mid-step and turned toward her, his face breaking into a wide, infectious grin. He waved enthusiastically. "Kimiko-chan! Let's see each other tomorrow! You don't need to train with that stupid Sasuke—train with me instead!" he exclaimed, his voice brimming with excitement.
Kimiko couldn't help but giggle softly at his exuberance. She didn't reply, simply offering him a small wave in return. Naruto beamed and waved back before continuing on his way, his bright energy lingering even after he disappeared down the path.
Her father remained quiet for a moment, a thoughtful expression settling on his face as they resumed their walk home.
"I see you made friends," he said, slowly. "The Uchiha boy and the yellow-haired boy."
"Sasuke and Naruto, yes." She knew what her father wanted to say next, so she decided to innocently offer the information he wanted to know.
"I saw him a week or two ago on my way home. Three boys were pushing him around, including the Fuma boy I fought. I drove them away."
Shinku tilted his head slightly. "Why did you get involved?"
Kimiko hesitated, then spoke earnestly. "I don't like bullies, tou-san. Especially those who gang up on someone just to tear them down. I don't think you, kaa-san, or nee-san would've wanted me to let that happen either."
Shinku's gaze lingered on her, unreadable, before he nodded. "And what do you make of him? And the Uchiha boy?"
Kimiko blinked at the question, then tilted her head thoughtfully. "Sasuke is… cool. Everyone thinks so. But I think he tries so hard because he wants to be like his nii-san and make his father proud." Her tone softened. "And Naruto? People tell their kids to stay away from him, but you never told me to. He's loud, sure, but no more than Kiba or other boys and girls. He's good, though. Loyal. People make fun of his dream, but why shouldn't he try? The Hokage isn't about being fancy or being rich, or even having a family; it's about being a loyal citizen of the leaf, right? And isn't that what Naruto is?"
Shinku's lips twitched into a faint smile.
As they reached the door to their home, Kimiko looked up at him, her crimson eyes shining. "Tou-san?"
"Hm?" Shinku hummed as he slid the door open.
Kimiko smiled sweetly. "Can you and nee-san start teaching me some cool jutsu?"