Chapter 2: The Flying Danger
It was a bright afternoon in Konoha and most of the village was in a joist mood. The genin was happy Tora was not in the village. The Hokage did not have much paperwork. The missions were plentiful, easy and paid well. The ninja academy was out for a day and the civilian council created great progress in their craft of harassing the Hokage. They wished the days were like that forever.
“Come back here, Thief!” yelled a merchant.
Naruto scoffed at the merchant attempt to hit him with projectiles. In fact, he kept the frying pan the man thrown at him in his inventory. He felt stealing all the candy merchant’s valuable candy was good pay back due to him being a jerk to Naruto years ago. The blond laughed as he rode on his chakra powered hoverboard, enjoying the wind in his hair and the screams of irate chunin. They tried running faster than him but he poured more chakra into the board causing it to speed up faster than they could follow. He understood that all intruders who don't register themselves at the gate were to be captured but they went a bit overboard considering the jounin are not chasing him but watching them amusingly.
He noticed the Jonin following him closely but deemed that they thought he was harmless. He smirked then threw paint bombs at all of the chunin and genin trying to catch up to him. He blinded more than ten of them using a flash bomb and caused the body count of downed ninja to rise into the forties. By time they pulled themselves out of the pileup, he was already at the Hokage tower and was about to knock on the door.
The alchemist heir snickered as he opened the oak wood doors and walked through like he owned the place. He was surprised to see three ninjas with animal masks surround him with their swords drawn, prepared to end his life.
“Woah! This is quite the welcoming party for a kid. I’m starting to think you believe I’m a threat. I’m flattered.” The boy joked, not earning the laughter or anger of his capturers.]
The elder Hokage studied the child in front of her. She was not amused to see that a child around the age of ten managed to cause so much mayhem in her ranks. His shinny blond hair and beautiful baby blue eyes were disarming but she was questioning why he looked to so much like the previous Hokage. Her glare sharpened when she saw the headband on his neck and the suspicious tape on his cheeks.
Her mind could only go to one person who would cover his cheeks but he disappeared two years ago.
“Naruto Uzumaki?”
The blond smiled at her. “Hehe, I thought you would never remember me old lady! So long, no see!”
This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.
The Anbu backed away from the child at the wave of the woman but did not leave the room nor gave him too much space.
Hinana Sarutobi relaxed in her chair but a glint of skepticism came through her dark brown eyes. She gestured to the seat before her but her eyes never left his figure. He felt a little unnerved around her but he couldn't help to feel welcomed as a rush of old feelings came back.
He sat down with a thump and threw his legs onto the wooden table with a cheeky smile. “How’s it been going ol’ man?”
She immediately slapped the boy with her hat. “I’m a (strong independent) woman!”
He took the hit with a silly grin still on his face. “You didn’t correct me all those years ago! You will always be a grandpa to me.”
She gave him a small smile as she leaned back in her chair. ‘He still is the Naruto I know but…’ She thought trying to keep her emotions from interfering with the business at hand. She felt relief that he was back and safe but a strong regret was stewing in her heart. She knew that it was her mistake not having the Anbu watch him all those years ago and never addressing the mental abuse he may have suffered by the villagers. When he left two years ago she went into a rampage, executing anyone who may have been involved in his disappearance resulting in the death of 37 civilians and one chunin. Later she found the chunin to actually have been innocent but his sister planted anti-Naruto evidence on him to save her skin. She is now being used a test subject for the Anbu’s more experimental methods of torture.
“I have been living a hut in the forest owned by a strange researcher. She seemed to have came from Kumo and loves the fact Kumo would not set foot in Konoha lands. She taught me a lot about her craft, mechanics but she a super recluse. She actually was the one who killed the guys that were about to kill me.” Naruto said suddenly, jolting her out of her thoughts. He was looking at the ceiling but she could see how fond he was of the woman. His face held a small smile and his eyes twinkled when he spoke of her.
“She adopted me into her self-made clan.” He thumbed the forehead protector on his neck. “I attend to be an active member so I will leave the village from time to time. Afterall I’m not here to live here. I’m here to become a ninja and protect the lands she lives on.”
He turned his head and gave her a long stare. It was full of ambition and courage; filling her with strange sense of pride and fear. She felt he could easily turn the tides and fight for the enemy nations if she did not allow him to be a ninja. His eyes slowly turned an ice blue and the temperature dropped many degrees as a cold, oppressing aura ceped out from him. She didn’t know it was caused by him manipulating his reiryoku into a thin ice veil.
His eyes never left her as he slowly pronounced his command, “You will let me enter the academy and protect her. I will become a ninja but my will is connected to my clan and my family. If she dies…” He let the sentence hang as the room began to freeze; the ice growing closer to where she was sitting as an unspoken threat.
Hinana flinched slightly when a shard of ice grazed her skin, instantly freezing a part of her arm. “It shall be done Naruto.”
The room returned to normal and the blond gave her the warmest smile she ever received. “Thanks grandpa! I won't let you down!” However, his sky blue eyes were filled with visible skepticism and distrust.
She started feeling afraid, after all you don’t make deals with a time bomb.