What If Naruto Is Left For Dead By His Father ||

Hey guys, how are you all? Welcome back to my channel. Today we will see what if Nar is left for dead by his father. If you enjoy then please like, share and do comments. Nar was staring at the door. Manato was getting increasingly worried. Despite dwelling in his son's head, Manato very rarely knew what Nar was thinking of in any one instance. Yes, sometimes he could follow his son's thought process, but the truth of the matter was there just wasn't much thought process to a 2-year-old. Nar was not a silent or still baby by any means, always preferring to badger Manado for a story or to play with his toys. That wasn't to say that Nar couldn't be still, but when that happened, it was usually related to a brilliant idea that Manado would definitely have stopped if he had a physical body. As it was, he had been forced to watch Nar almost kill himself at least 12 times, despite the fact that he was nearly always in a room that he should have known inside out by now. Some time ago, Nar had been quite willing to listen to anything that Manado said. But Manado must have said the word no one too many times because Nar had taken to that idea like a fish in water. No pun intended for his name. Now, Nar couldn't seem to get enough of shouting the word no at the top of his lungs. and then promptly diving off into another dangerous stunt. And the worst part of it was Manado had no physical body to do anything about it. And that brought Manado back to the present, worrying over what new idea his son had come up with and what it would do to him. And then Nar nodded to himself and took a step towards the door. Manado felt his heart flutter at the sudden movement. What was Nar going to do? Was he going to attempt to set the room on fire again in an effort to become a dragon or destroy the window trying to throw his blocks like canai? Or, oh, Cammy, no, try planking again. But all Nar did was walk up to the door, lifting an arm and resting the palm of his hand against the cool wood. And then he pushed. Nothing happened. Naruto's face gained a frustrated expression as he pushed again, shoving all his weight into it. Manato blinked in surprise, having expected something much more hazardous, but it looked as if all his boy wanted to do was to open the door. He admitted that it had been a long time since Nar had stepped out of his room. Kimiko San had taken them out before, but she had not come to visit for 6 months now, and Manato would not be surprised if Nar had forgotten about those cases already. A toddler's memories were short, and it was already quite an achievement from Narut not to have forgotten about Kimiko Sand completely. As it was, Manato knew that the only time he really thought of her was when the sandame came over with new gifts, and Nar wondered why his Mikosan did not give him anything anymore. Nar was still pushing at the door, his face gaining an unpleasant shade of red. His voice was loud, shrill in his desire. Out! Manato chuckled. Now that he had determined that going outside might not be a bad thing, he decided to help Nar with this. Naru Chan, he said, pausing a moment as he waited for Nar to stop pushing and listened to him. Eventually, his boy did stop, panting heavily as he leaned against the door. Naru Chan, that isn't the way to open a door. Tell me, how did you know that the door led to the outside anyway? Nar blinked, taking a step away from the door and pointing one stubby finger towards his crayons, which the sandame had gotten him just two weeks ago. And then he pointed towards the door. Gramps go. Nurse go. You're so smart, Nar. Manato couldn't help but coup before calming down a little. You're right. Of course. That is where Gramps and the nurses come and go. But think back. Did they do anything special to get in and out of this room? Did they do anything to the door besides push it? Uh, little Naruto's face screwed up in concentration, but Manato was sure that he would get it. Sure enough, it was only a moment later that Naruto's face lit up, and Manato didn't have to be able to read his mind to know that Nar remembered. Door knob. Manato beamed. Yes, Nar. It's the doororknob. You have to turn it. Remember? All right, now try again. Happily, Nar obliged. And this time, he opened the door in one try. Nar let out a whoop of joy, giving a quick, "Thense, daddy," before racing off into the corridors. Racing, of course, was a relative term. Nar wasn't quite good enough on his feet to run yet, so he only walked as fast as he could. When he turned the corner, he made a step that was a little too big for his center of gravity to catch up to, and Nar went tumbling to the floor. Manato had a little heart attack. Are you all right, Naruchan? Ow! Nar bemoaned but pushed himself to his feet anyway. It looked as if he were determined to not let a little bruise ruin his day. For a great deal of time, they simply wandered around lost. While Manato had memorized the roots when the sandamer Kimiko sand had taken Nar out, he did not know the layout of the whole orphanage. Nar had gone the other way initially into area that had remained uncharted for Manado. Thankfully, Narut didn't seem to mind that he had no idea where he was going. That was the point of an adventure after all. He was getting more and more excited with every step, babbling things to Manato that had started to sound nonsensical because he was talking so fast. Manato only laughed and settled back in Naruto's mind, listening to his kid fondly. Soon though, Manado noticed that Nar started to tire. It took him a moment to realize why. Nar was not used to walking for long periods of time, and his long exploration had begun to wear him out. Naru Chan, Manato, spoke up, his voice gentle. I think that maybe it's time to go back now. But Nar was having none of that. He plotted on resolutely ahead. No. Come on, Nar. Manato coaxed. You could always do this another day, too. It's not the end of the world if we go back for today. We can come back next time. Nar didn't even appear to have heard him. No. Nar. Manato sighed. He might have argued more, but he recognized bull-headedness when he saw it. Nar was too much like Kosa to have Manato push him around. The thought of Kosa sent a stab of pain through his chest, but he consoled himself that it wouldn't be too long. Besides, what he was doing here was honoring her memory. With Naruchan's stubbornness, there could be no doubt that he was her son. And then quite suddenly, Narut came to a stop. He turned almost toppling over as he did so and pointed a chubby finger in the opposite direction to which he had been walking. "Datada, me back." The elder blinked at the sudden turn of events and then a light smile spread across his face. Stubborn as he was, it looked as if Naru Chan could see reason two. All right, Nar, don't worry. I know where to go. I win, you lose. and five months Konaha orphanage courtyard. They had made eight trips outside of Naruto's room after the first one, but this was the first time that they had made it to this place. It took Manado only a moment to recognize it as the orphanage courtyard where the children were often shued out to play. He had only been here a few times to visit as the Hokag, but he still remembered it well. Open archways surrounded a large square field, and to the side of the field was a small playground with a slide, two swing sets, and one big sandbox. There were, Manato noted, quite a lot of children playing in the orphanage courtyard. It seemed that Narut noticed, too, because in the next instant, the blonde had paused by the doorway, looking hesitant as large blue eyes swept the grassy field. Manato cocked his head, wondering what had gotten the normally expressive child so quiet. when suddenly he remembered all the books that Kusha had made him read about childhood development. He chuckled a bit sadly when he remembered the face she had made at him as she was explaining how boring those books were and that she fully expected him to be there to tell her every little thing that she needed to do so that she wouldn't have to read them. His chest felt tight as he thought of her. He doubted he would ever stop thinking about her. It's all right, Nar Manato urged gently, drawing on his years old knowledge. Toddlers needed a little pushing in order for them to interact with people they had not gotten used to during their infant years. Go on, it'll be fun. And just like the book predicted, that was all the encouragement Naruto needed. The blonde nodded once and bounded over to a gaggle of children who were playing in the sandbox. They were all around his age, and their overseer had fallen asleep on a nearby bench. Nar plopped himself down next to a boy with dark hair and murky brown eyes. The boy glanced over looking distrustful. "Introduce yourself, Naruch Chan," Manato said, sending an image of a person holding out their hand as they waited for their companions reply. Manato had discovered that he could send images into Naruto's mind not too long ago. That was mainly due to the fact that Nar had only begun to understand what was happening and speak clearly about it not too long ago. It was with a guilty feeling that Minato realized that he had probably been doing so before, but had not distinguished between thinking his own thoughts and sending them directly into Naruchan's mind. After he had found out what he could do, however, Manado had made sure to test what constituted as a thought that Nar would see too, and by now he had gotten a good grasp of the art. It immensely helped both Naruto's development. While Manato could not be physically there for Nar, at least he could show Nar what he needed to do. Plus, it made bedtime stories that much more interesting. Nar for once did not argue Manado's suggestion. Usually, he would be sure to make a few complaints before following through. But Manato thought that just maybe Nar was too nervous to do that this time. The blonde stuck out his hand. Hi, meet Ruto. The dark-haired boy blinked, looking confused before he pointed a thumb at himself and beamed with pride. Mishiiori. In his excitement at making a new friend, Nar didn't even notice that Shiiori was supposed to have taken his hand and shake. Then again, Nar didn't even know the meaning of a handshake yet. And Manato realized that the newly introduced Shiiori probably didn't either. He chuckled to himself. Whoops. Want to play? Nar asked excitedly, allowing his arm to fall back to his side as he bounced around excitedly. Shiiori nodded enthusiastically, but then seemed to pause a moment in thought. Play what? No fall. Shiori blinked. Huh? Manato blinked. Huh? Nar gave his new friend the toothiest grin imaginable. Dad had teached me. Manato couldn't help but feel a slight flutter in his chest at Naruto's words and what they implied. Oh, he knew Nar had to listen to him, but it still made him feel special to hear his little boy confirm it with his own words. Still, he also knew that he shouldn't encourage the habit. Nar was an orphan in the eyes of the world, and if he constantly talked about his data, people would start getting suspicious. A month ago, the Sandame had nearly found out, and that thought said Manado's heart racing. While he wouldn't have minded his predecessor figuring out that Manado was residing within Naruto's mind, as Manato did have much to tell the Hokag, the blonde also realized that it was not the time. Nar had not developed enough to articulate well what Manado needed him to say, and he knew that there was a very real chance of him being mistaken for the Kaobi if he did not make it explicitly clear that he was intended to be there. There was much to tell the Sandame, but that also could wait. When Narut gained more vocabulary, then Manato would begin thinking of a way to warn the sandame adequately. "For now," Manato made a vague note to himself to speak about that habit with Nar later. "I don't get it," Shiiori admitted, who not unlike Manado, was not following Naruto's thought process very well. Nar pointed to the sand. "See, no touch." Manado made a noise of understanding as he finally saw where Nar was going with this. He couldn't help but chuckle slightly and maybe even feel a bit flattered. And then Nar pointed to the assortment of plastic buckets and shovels that were lying around untouched. Land. Done with his explanation, Nar turned and grinned at Shiiori. Race. Manato had invented a game with Nar to play when the blonde got too bored with his toys. Well, actually, Manato had invented many games, but it seemed as if Nar had picked this one to share with his new friend. The rules were simple. The floor was the sea and everything else was land. The goal was to get across the room without falling into the sea. The previous Hokag had invented it in order for Nar to have fun. But there was a tiny voice in the back of his head that niggled at him about how great the game was for developing balance and spatial awareness. Manato resolutely ignored that voice. While he knew that Narut would eventually have to begin ninja training so that he could cope with Moa, it didn't mean that it had to begin right now. Manado wanted his boy to have his childhood first. Shiiori's face was scrunched up in confusion as he tried and failed to understand. Finally, he shook his head in frustration. No look fun. Me sand castle. Nar gasped and then his face too scrunched up although it wasn't in confusion. Sending an impending storm. And was that the crack of lightning he heard in the distance? Minato hurried to intervene. Wait, Naru Chan. Shiorikun here probably just doesn't understand how this game really works, which is why he doesn't want to play it. Your explanation was great, but I think he needs a demonstration, too, just like the one I gave you. How about you show him first? The clouds on Naruto's face instantly cleared. Okay. Nar chirped and hopped over to the start line. Shiiori frowned, but Nar ignored him this time. The smaller blonde took a deep breath and began hopping. He wobbled as he landed on the first plastic mold, and Manado had to wse slightly at the small crack that came from the toy. The game wasn't the best one to play without appropriate materials, but Manado couldn't very well take his permission back now that the game had started. Naru Chan needed the confidence, and Manado was not going to take that away, even if it did involve breaking a few things. Naruto's arms cartwheelled, but he finally managed to bring himself back into balance. He was standing on one foot, the other a few millimeters from the ground. Shiiori watched wideeyed, and then Nar sprung again, landing on the next play thing, and then the next and the next. Finally, he made it to the other end of the sandbox and stood triumphantly, grinning at Shiiori. By this time, it was not only Shiiori who had taken notice of Nar. All the children were chattering excitedly, pointing at Nar and his course. Soon, it was revealed that they wanted to try too, and Nar was more than happy to oblige. "Race, race!" Nar squealled, shooting back towards the start line. The others quickly followed, not wanting to be left out. Finally, they were all lined up on one end of the sandbox. One of the older kids decided to put himself down as the referee, probably because he was one of the only ones who could really count. All right, guys. 3 2 1 go. There was a yell of excitement, and then things just went downhill. There were too many at once, and more kids drowned than landed on land. The children were pushing and shoving at each other, all intent on winning the race first. Manado felt a flare of worry. Naruch Chan, maybe we shouldn't be playing this right now. You could get hurt. The game itself was one that had the danger of pain, but Nar had played it so many times that Manato was hardly ever worried now about him falling. However, Nar had never played it with other children before, some of which who were older than him. Manato was worried that he would get shoved and a fall in the sandbox couldn't be fun. Nar, however, ignored him just like he had always been doing recently. When the situation didn't suit him, a lot of children fell and began crying, although Manado dryly noted that they were more shocked than in any actual pain. In some ways, children could be more devious than his best Junan. But it seemed like all the other toddlers understood the trick because none of them paid any attention to the fallen ones. Hey, he Nar shrieked in excitement, shoving just as eagerly as the others. Unfortunately, all this noise woke their overseer up. Manato noticed out of the corner of Naruto's eye much too late. But even if he noticed it earlier, it wasn't as if he could have done anything. Nar was too caught up with his new friends to listen to his father. The nurse stirred, blinking one eye open and squinting as she adjusted to the sun. And then her gaze landed on the sandbox and suddenly she no longer seemed sleepy. "What is going on here?" she shrieked, standing up in one hurried motion as she took a step towards the playground. Her eyes swept the area, taking in the scattered remnants of the crying orphans and the sight of the bigger toddlers looking as if they were engaged in a fight. Her face turned a bright red. The children engaged in the game of no fall froze. The woman put her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowing dangerously. All the children straightened and Manato suddenly got the feeling that they knew her very very well. Or they knew what she was like mad. "Well, we play game," the boy who had counted down earlier said hurriedly. "Thank toddlers had no concept of tattling at the moment because no one gave him harsh glares. Instead, they were all staring at their feet guildy." The boy pointed at Nar. he taught us. Unfortunately for the boy, Manato did have a very acute concept of tattling. He closed his eyes and told himself that it was only a toddler and it would be beyond ridiculous to get mad at a three-year-old. It wasn't working very well. Inwardly, Manado mused on how Kakashi might react if his mellow sensei stringed up some poor three-year-old by the ankles and left him hanging there. Kakashi might even drop his mask in shock. That got him to chuckle and to wonder where Kakashi was. right now. But then the nurse began speaking again, and Manado had to file the thought for later. "Oh, really?" the nurse began, her voice sickly sweet. She turned to the blonde boy, the anger rolling off in waves. And then she suddenly seemed to spot something, and her eyes flashed in recognition. The anger cooled, the tension leaving her body. When she spoke, her voice was as cold as the early frost. "Aw, I see." Nar, who had opened her mouth to say something, suddenly paused, shifting uncomfortably. Manato frowned sadly as the woman seemed to have recognized Nar once again, not for whom he was, but for what he was. Nar never did seem to do well around those people. I'm not sure who took you out of your room, brat. The woman continued, the tone of her voice making even the other children shiver, but you will not cause any more trouble here. Understand? Nar bit his lip and looked down. Manato sighed and sent an image of him ruffling Naruto's hair to the boy. Nar didn't respond even after all this time. Nar didn't know how to deal with the nurses. He had once tried to throw a temper tantrum with them as he had often done with Manado. But unlike Manado, who at least tried to calm him, the nurses simply left. Sometimes they even gave Nar a few choice words as a parting gift. While Nar did not know what most of the words meant, he understood the tone easily enough. Nar was an exuberant boy, but Manado was sometimes reminded very harshly that his Naru Chan was still very much a fragile child. Naru Chan, let's go, Manato said gently. I'll teach you a new game. All right. For the first time in a long time, Nar didn't argue. Paper match family. And 8 months, Naruto's room. Blue eyes were narrowed in concentration. His lips were pulled into a frown as he observed the piece of art, eyebrows drawn in contemplation, and then Nar shook his head and threw what he had just made across the room. It hit the wall with a faint plop and slid down messily onto the tiled floors, leaving a trail of sticky white glue behind it. "Ah, Naru Chan," Manado said with some strain in his voice, casting his eyes around desperately. The room was beginning to resemble a mini paper shredder with all the stray pieces of it scattered around the room. And the glue was not going to come off the wall unless they did something about it right away. You need to calm down a little. I know it's probably not what you envisioned, but I thought it was a lovely piece of artwork. Naruto's lips jutted out as he slapped the ground in front of him. It was covered with glue. No good. Daddy no like. Manato sighed. It seemed as if he wasn't allowed to like the previous crafts that Nar had made. They had snuck out of Naruto's room again with the intent of exploring or something like that. Manado had by now memorized the whole layout of the orphanage, and he couldn't say that going out now was as exciting as the first few times they had done it. Still, Nar hadn't seemed to have tired of it yet, which was a good thing all things considered, especially since Nar wasn't allowed to play with the other children. They had come across an open door, one that held a variety of children ages 3 to five within. They had been sitting behind long wooden tables, chattering elatedly, and just generally having fun. On the tables were an assortment of colored paper and glue, and one look at the children made it obvious as to what they were doing. The orphanage had arranged for the children to make some crafts, which was something the younger children obviously enjoyed immensely. Nar had not been invited. The look on Naruto's face had made Manato make a decision he was sure he wouldn't have made 3 years ago. Hey, Naru Chan. Manado had said, "Why don't we make some crafts, too? Don't worry. We can do it in your room, but here's what we need to do." They had waited until the caretaker had left for a quick bathroom break. And then Nar had hurried in and taken as much paper and glue as his little arms could carry. The other children had seen him, but Manado doubted that the nurses would do much about it, even if they said anything. The nurses seemed to want to avoid Nar more than anything else, and he was highly doubtful that there would be a confrontation. After all, Nar making a few paper dolls could hardly harm anyone. They had come back to Naruto's room after that, just as Manato had promised. Thankfully, Nar didn't seem to dwell on the bad things. Or maybe that was just because he was young still. But by the time they had gotten back, Nar seemed to have completely forgotten about where he got the craft supplies and simply cared about the fact that he had them. And then he started trying his best to make things just as he had seen the other children do. Needless to say, he hadn't been very successful. If Manado were to be honest, Naruto's people or animals or houses did seem to resemble colored blobs that were oozing with excess glue. Manato had tried to give some instruction, but he wasn't very good at this type of thing himself, and Nar might have even gotten more confused. At least Nar hadn't thrown a temper tantrum yet. Manato was getting a headache, even thinking about how much of a disaster that would be with Naruto's new materials. hhmm Nar thought aloud, stroking his chin. His hands, still covered with glue from the floor, spread the sticky white material all across his face. Manato winced. It was going to be a nightmare washing that out, especially when the nurses were none to gentle in giving the little blonde his baths. As time grew, Manato found himself becoming more and more frustrated with Naruto's treatment. He wasn't sure why that was. It had not changed a widget from when Nar had first been placed in the orphanage. Perhaps Minato was just irate about the fact that nobody could see what a little angel his baby was, despite the fact that Nar had already been with them for nearly three years. Perhaps it was because he had nothing else to really occupy himself with outside of being mad. It did not bode well. Manato had very rarely gotten angry during his lifetime, and he did not understand what changed. Had death really been so hard on him? Or maybe he thought hesitantly. Or maybe it was simply the fact that I'm really missing Kusha. That explanation didn't quite seem to fit, though. It wasn't that he didn't understand the nurse's plight. If it were not his own son who was Narut, and if not for the fact that it was he who had doomed the boy to such a fate, Manado might have even taken a similar stance. He personally knew that he would wish to avoid the painful reminder of his losses every day. After all, the people were not blinded. They could be stupid, yes, but they were not blind. Manato knew for a fact that at least 90% of Konaha knew that little Nar couldn't possibly be the Kaobi reincarnate, but they simply chose to ignore that fact and able to have someone to push their own pain towards. Manato understood that. So why was it so hard nowadays to keep that calming outlook? It was all so muddled. Kusha was supposed to be the one who got angry and emotional. Manato was meant to be the one to calm everybody down and cheer everybody up. He was not supposed to be the one declaring death threats every time somebody glanced at him the wrong way. And then quite suddenly, Nar clapped his hands together, an enlightened expression on his face and drawing Minato out of his thoughts. He quickly got to work, burrowing himself in deep concentration as he did so. Manato might have been impressed by it if it weren't for the fact that Narut seemed to forget that Manado was there during that time and couldn't hear anything Monado said as a result. The consequence their once clean room had become the cookie monster's layer. Nar worked furiously. If Manado thought that Nar had been working hard before, the little boy was practically running laps around the walls of Konaha. Now his tongue was poking out of the corner of his mouth as he tore up the untouched sheets of paper and swabbed them together in a pattern that he hadn't done before. When he was done, Manato's breath caught in the back of his throat. All those picture books, all those stories that he told, he had known that it wouldn't be a good idea. Nar had made three figures, two tall and one very small. The figures were standing side by side. the small one in the middle of the two tall figures. The one on the left kept toppling over because Nar hadn't made it quite right, but Nar was adamant in pushing it up every few seconds so that it would stay in its place. Finally, Nar seemed to get fed up and pushed out a swab of glue on the floor and stuck the figure to the left within it so that it wouldn't fall over anymore. Manato could not find the words to scold him. Nar beamed at his finished project and quickly scooted back so that he could have a better look at them. He appraised them proudly before tossing away the glue bottle and clapping his hands together. Daddyike. Manato smiled weakly and tried to say something. It came out sounding forced. Uh, yes. Very nice. Nar giggled in delight, thankfully not having caught Manato's less than stellar response. He pointed to the figure to the right. Data. Manato briefly closed his eyes. He had thought it would be like this, but he had hoped. Nar pointed to the figure in the middle. Me? This hurt. This hurt a lot. Why did he have to go through with this? Nar pointed at the last figure, and Manato knew that the culmination of events could only lead to one ending. He almost wished that Nar wouldn't say it, except that he knew it would be terribly unfair to the child, especially when Nar had worked so hard for this. And then Narut beamed, showing off all his teeth with his brilliant smile. "Mommy!" Manato swallowed, feeling his throat close up and something that felt suspiciously like tears sting his eyes. He pushed it all down, knowing that he had to say something and not caring if his voice came out a croak because Nar needed the assurance. "Yes, Nar, that's mommy." Kusha, how I wish you were with us. Cloudy with a chance of rain. 3 years, 2 months old. Konaha orphanage. To be quite honest, Manado wasn't sure that Nar was ready for the outside world yet. He was only three years old and had only just learned to run properly. Still, the orphanage had been a buzz for weeks about the big news, and Manado had heard that the event was happening today. He wanted Naruto's first day outside the orphanage to be something special. And what was better than witnessing firsthand the signing of the Konahakumo treaty, something that was sure to bring peace? Certainly, Narut wouldn't appreciate it as such, but Manado was sure that his boy would thank him when he turned older. Besides, it wasn't as if Manado was going to make Nar stay for the whole thing. He would also take Nar to the places that the three-year-old would find interesting. He had told Nar about his plans, and Nar had hardly been able to sleep the past few days. So, excited was he. He had been bouncing off the walls. Literally, it was another unfortunate game that Minato had thought would be good at the time and turned out into something else under Naruch Chan's guidance. Now, the day had finally come. Nar snuck out of his room easily enough. The gates were more of a problem. They were designed to be light enough for a full-g grown adult to open, but heavy enough so that the children would have a hard time getting out. Thankfully, Manato knew a way around this, too. "All right, Nar. Now stick the seal on one of the bars," Manato instructed. Nar nodded and rummaged through his pockets. A few seconds later, he brought out a large folded up sheet of paper. He quickly unfolded it. At the center of the page was a unique drawing. It was a circle with many lines running across it, intertwined in complex patterns. The drawing was a lightning seal meant to, well, make inanimate objects lighter. Manato had spent weeks instructing Nar on how to draw the seal. They had created a mini mountain in Naruto's room with the amount of crumpled up paper that Nar had thrown when it was evident that he had yet again drawn it wrong. In fact, Nar was having a lot of fun with that paper mountain, often using it as a slide whenever he couldn't go to the playground. To be honest, the seal still looked quite awful, but most of the lines were right. It was a very simple seal and the consequences of getting it wrong weren't immense. So, Minato had been satisfied with it. There was also the fact that he didn't think Nar could stand to make anymore, no matter how bored he was. He wondered for a moment if this might be too suspicious. A three-year-old able to craft a seal, no matter how simple. And then he waved the thought off. He had specifically told Nar to check out a book from the orphanage library about sealing and that might be enough to fool those watching into thinking that Nar really did create this all by himself. Nar was an Uzumaki after all. Had Nar asked as he pressed the paper against the bars using both hands to push it downwards. Good Nar Manado said. Now push some chakra into it. Yes, just like we've practiced. Nar was much too small to begin having chakra control. But thankfully, the Kaobi allowed Nar to be able to access chakra at this age. He couldn't really do anything with it at the moment. But seals did not need any amount of precision in the chakra released. As long as chakra was fed to them, the seals would active. Nar bobbed his head to Manado's instructions and screwed his eyes shut. He made a face of intense concentration and shoved his chakra through. The next second there was a creaking sound and all of the sudden Nar found himself falling forwards as the gate swung open. Nar who had been leaning on the gate fell face first into the ground. Manado hustled about worriedly. Naruchan, Naruchan, are you all right? Nar opened his eyes and the sight of dirt and grass met Manato's vision. Naruto's lower lip trembled, but then he seemed to take a deep breath and push himself up, even standing again. Am good, he said determinedly. Let go. Manato nodded, though inwardly still worried. Still, he knew that Nar had at least three falls a day, so really it should be fine. The small three-year-old blonde started off on his journey with Meanto pointing out the directions to him. As they left the orphanage, Manado's eyes flickered to Naruto's right, noting that the amboo stationed there had moved on, too. It confirmed his suspicion that the sandame had thought to get protection for Nar. Good. They hobbled over to the main streets of Konaha. Manato noticed that they were much emptier than he remembered, but that was probably because anybody who knew anything would be down at the treaty signing. Still, that didn't mean that nobody was there. Nar looked around wideeyed as he tried to take in everything at once. There was a general busy bustle about the street with vendors shouting their wares and shopkeepers greeting old customers everywhere. Certainly, it was much more noise than Nar was used to. The colors were quite amazing, too. Even Manado had to admit that it was a bit of a shock after being confined in a rather gray building for the better part of 3 years. While it wasn't quite like how it got during festival time, the streets still did look very promising. Unfortunately, due to the fact that both of their attention were elsewhere, they didn't notice the man they were walking towards until it was too late. Nar staggered suddenly as he bumped into the legs of a man, standing with his back faced to them. At the sudden weight crashing into him, the man whirled around, his eyes narrowed as he looked for the offender. "Hey, watch where you're," the merchant began, only to stop mids sentence as he finally got a good look at the person who had bumped into him way down there. He blinked and coughed, a blush spreading across his cheeks. "Oh, sorry." Manato couldn't help but smile at the statement. It was a welcome change from the types of adults that Nar was used to. Nar blinked his large adorable eyes up at the man. S okay. The man frowned, something akin to concern creeping up in his eyes. Kid, shouldn't you be with your parents? Are you lost? Nar shook his head. I alive in the orphanage. Manato had told Nar not to tell anyone about him. But at the same time, he didn't quite want Nar to start lying so young. So misdirection was the solution they had come up with. Well, misdirection was the solution that Manado had come up with, and Nar just had to execute it. Orphanage, the man repeated, his eyebrows furrowing. Suddenly, recognition lit in his eyes, and his expression changed. When he looked at Nar again, the hint of kindness previously displayed in the lines of his face was gone. Manato suddenly got a very bad feeling about this. blonde, blue-eyed, and around 3 years old, the man spat, glaring daggers at the small boy. "I should have known." Manado closed his eyes. If he had known that the merchant would have turned out like this, he would not have let Nar stay. The moment of kindness had misdirected Manado, and now Nar would be paying the price. Inwardly, Manado cursed himself. Nar curled in himself at the man's words. Although he couldn't have understood the man's meaning, he did understand that it was the same tone and the same cold, cold eyes that the nurses always stared at him with. Nar hadn't been able to stand it then, and he wasn't able to stand it now. The man sneered and bumped past Nar, causing the small boy to stumble. "Next time," he said coldly, "Watch where you're going, brat." The rush of anger that followed the statement surprised even him. Manato snarled. "Yes, actually snarled. red clouding his vision for just a moment. How dare that man threaten the son of the Yandi? How dare that pathetic excuse for a person hurt Nar? Did he want to live? And then, just as quickly as the anger had come, it had left him. Manato blinked, disconcerted. He had not meant to think any of that. He had never gotten so angry in life. So why now? And then Manato's attention was drawn away as Narut made a sniffle, rubbing hard at his eyes. Naru Chan," Manato said desperately. "Don't listen to the mean man, please. Let's keep going. All right, let's not let the mean man spoil the day." Nar nodded in agreement, but Manado could tell that it was subdued. After that episode, the smaller blonde hadn't wanted to stay in the marketplace any longer. With a sigh, Manado started directing him towards the place the treaty signing would take place. Along the way, he tried a variety of ways to cheer Narut up, ranging from telling funny stories to stating that he loved him. Thankfully, Nar wasn't one to be depressed for long, and soon enough, his boy was giggling again. They made it to the street that was holding the treaty signing in record time. Record time for being slow, that is. Manato didn't mind it one bit. Nar slowed down when he was having fun. And if it's so required, Manado would make sure that Narut took years to get even to the Hokag Tower. There were a crowd of people amongst the streets, which was just about what Manado expected. Everybody wanted to see the kumo nin who would finally make peace with the land of lightning possible. Naruto's eyes had gone as wide as saucers. There's so many. Yes, Naru Chan, Manado murmured. Just a hint of amusement in his voice. There are a lot. Unfortunately, with this many people, we can't see the ambassador very well. H spotting an empty alleyway not too far from where they were standing, Manato quickly gave instructions to the place. Narut nodded and began moving. Thankfully, he was still short enough to get past the legs of people as opposed to their bodies, which made maneuvering much more easier as legs tended to take up less room. Soon, Narut had found the spot which half hid him from the crowd, but easily allowed him to see the kumo nin. It really was quite a dirty place, and Manato wouldn't have been satisfied with it normally for his son. But this was a special occasion. It would be a mark in the history books, and he wanted it to coincide with the first day his son had gone out. Hnar frowned after 2 minutes. The kumo ambassador was receiving congratulations from the other ninja and replying with his own messages of flattery. Nar made a face and stood. Wait, Nar, Manado said, instantly understanding Naruto's aim and trying his best to circumvent it. It wouldn't do for Nar to leave before it all begun. Stay here for a bit, please. As boring, Nar complained, but obliged anyways. Manato smiled and sent an image of a boy's hair being ruffled. His smile turned a bit sad and he couldn't help but wish that it didn't only have to be an image. Thanks, Naru Chan. You're the best, Manato whispered. I'll tell you a really cool story when we get back. All right. Naruto's grin turned wider. One about Ewa, he prompted, earning a laughing yes from Manato. And then Nar plopped to the ground, sitting down half hidden behind the wall still, but keeping the crowd of people in sight from the corner of his eyes. Done adjusting himself, Nar picked up some stray twigs and stones and started doodling on the road. Manato only sighed as Naruto's attention turned elsewhere, but he noticed from Naruto's stance that he himself was still able to see the happenings. He was surprised for a moment before a soft smile spread across his face and a warm tingling welled up inside his chest. Nar was very thoughtful. Deciding not to waste his gift, Manado turned his attention back to the proceedings. The Kumo ambassador was talking easily enough with the major clan leaders of Konaha. And with Naruto's excellent hearing, Manato was even able to make out what they were saying. It felt refreshing to hear some language that was his level, even if Manado wasn't quite fond of flattery himself. And then suddenly, the Kumo ambassador's line of sight changed. He had swept the crowds, using the gesture to emphasize something he said when his eyes ellighted upon Nar. The kumo ambassadors eyes flashed with something. Manado wasn't sure what, but suddenly he felt as if he didn't want to stick around to find out. Nar. Naruto's head snapped up, catching the eye of the kumo ambassador, whose eyes had narrowed before he turned back to the other nen, chatting as if nothing had transpired. Manato felt a wave of panic. Nar, I think it's time to go," Manato said quickly, trying to keep his voice as calm and nonchalant as possible as to not startle his boy. But he was finding it hard. Thankfully, Nar didn't complain about leaving. He had been getting more and more obedient over the past months and was finally growing out of what had been universally agreed upon as the terrible twos. Manato couldn't be more glad for the timing. Nar got up from his place on the ground, only brushing off his clothes at Minato's gentle reminder. "Did you catch cold?" Nar asked curiously. There was a bit of a silence in which Manado didn't really know what to say. He wasn't sure where the question had even come from. Still, he was touched by the thoughtfulness. "No, Naru Chan, but thanks for asking," Manato said warmly as Nar bobbed his head down in pride and skipped out of the alley. Already, he was feeling the sensation of danger leave him, and he couldn't help but feel that he had been a little foolish to be so alarmed back there. After all, Manato thought fondly, "Nar is a cute child. The Kumo ambassador probably just wasn't expecting that. There's no way that Nar could be connected to me so easily. There are plenty of blonde orphans running around here." Still, there was no more reason to stay. Nar have obviously gotten bored and despite the logic of it all being nothing. Manado decided that it was better to be safe than sorry. Oh, by the way, that was a very nice bunny that you drew back there. The smile fell off Naruto's face, a glum expression crossing his features as he stared down at his shoes. It wa a lion. Nar was sprawled belly first across the floor, his chin resting on the palms of his hands as he squinted at the tome before him. He was propped up by his elbows, and occasionally he would slide one arm out to flip a page, which was very rare, or point to a word that he didn't know, which was much more common. He pulled the L lever, Nar labor all the way down to Wura. It said full steam ahead. Manato beamed in pride as his son successfully read the last sentence on the page. Great job, Nar. That was all correct. They've been working on reading for ages now. Nar hadn't been getting it very quickly, but Manado was patient. It helped that they didn't have a lot else to do. Cooped up in Naruto's room as they were, Nar closed the book with a soft twop and pushed himself to his feet. Grabbing the book again, he toted over to the large pile of picture stories stored in the corner of his room and placed his book gently on the top stack. Manado had been adamant about keeping things clean, and now it had become habit for Nar, too. What next?" Nar asked excitedly, scrutinizing the pile of books with an almost expert eye. While Nar hadn't taken to reading at first, when he realized that the best stories were told by books, and that if he read them himself, then he wouldn't have to rely on his daddy. Nar had become a regular bookworm. Manato chuckled. "Naru Chan, you've already read three books today. Wouldn't you rather do something else?" Narut thought for a moment, his head poised cutely to the side. Finally, he nodded. Okay, game. Manato beamed while he loved the fact that he had gotten his Naru Chan reading. Exercise was important, too. All right, now which game shall we play? Let's see. We played mix match yesterday. So, how about Oh, here's a game we haven't played in a while. Do you still remember this one, Nar? The floor is the sea, the carpet is the land, and you no fall, Nar said, but Manato noticed that there was something wrong with his voice. Nar was looking down now, tugging at the edge of his shirt. I don't want to play that. Manato opened his mouth and then closed it. To be honest, he had forgotten about that disastrous day in the courtyard where Nar had gotten in trouble for playing a game that Manato had made up. It looked like Nar still hadn't quite gotten over it yet. A small frown spread across Manado's features. Now that he thought about it, there were a lot of things his Naru Chan didn't do that could be attributed to a past event. Such a trait would not do. He did not want Nar to become a turtle who hid from the world. That decided, Manato decided to change topics. He smiled, making sure to keep his voice light. All right, then. If you don't want to play that game, it's fine. Say, you know, it's been quite a while since we ventured outside. You've been cooped up for two months. So, what do you say to taking a break and going out to play today? A look of panic flashed across Naruto's face, and he instantly turned back to his book stack. No, I want to weed more about George. I knew it. He really is afraid of the outside. It isn't even the novelty of it. It's the villagers. George will still be here when we come back, Manato said gently. He's a tough little monkey. Come on, Nar. You haven't been outside since our last little outing 2 months ago. Surely you don't want that to be your last trip. Naruto's face fell. I don't really like the outhide. Can we just stay in here? The look on Naruto's face almost made Manato give in. Almost. Just this once though, Minato knew for a fact that what he had suggested was better for Narut in the end, so he didn't let up. Come on, Nar. I'll be there with you. What's there to be scared of? Not Scarred. Just don't wanna. Manato frowned slightly. Nar could talk much better now and very rarely dropped pronouns. It spoke to how worried the little blonde was. He let out a sigh. He supposed that the best way to do this was to get to the root of the problem. Naru Chan, you don't like the looks that the other adults give you, right? Manato said tenderly, but it's all right. Really, the villagers are scared of things that they shouldn't be, and fear makes them act irrationally. They don't really mean to hurt you, so just ignore them for now. Let's have fun doing the other things that can be done outside. Nar frowned doubtfully, and Manado waited patiently for his reply. He knew he couldn't rush his baby's answer. Why? Nar finally said, sniffling. At any other time, Manado might have smiled. Because the five W's were quickly becoming Naruto's favorite words. But Nar had asked it at a hard time this time. Manato sighed deeply, wondering if one day Nar would be able to understand them because they are ignorant. Nar, they have not seen what a great boy you are. Don't worry, one day you'll change all of that and they'll come to love you. You're too good of a boy for that not to happen. Trust me, Nar shuffled his feet around, looking disbelieving, but at the very least willing to trust his daddy. Oh, okay. Good. Manato smiled. Now, shall we get going? After a quick clean up and pat around to make sure that they had brought everything that they needed, Nar finally snuck out of his room. He was being very slow about it, practically dragging his feet, but Manado couldn't blame him. Finally, they arrived at the orphanage gates. Using a spare lightning seal he had made, Nar easily pushed open the gates. He did not so easily step outside. However, Nar simply stood there, seemingly frozen in time, his hands still half holding the gates open as he stared at the large expanse outside the orphanage. Blue eyes were wide with fear and faint tremors suddenly began wreaking his body. I I still Nar began shakily and couldn't continue. Manado felt his heart give a quiver and all thoughts of going out nearly disappeared. He had not thought it would be this bad. Quite suddenly, all the resolve he had gathered to force his baby into the marketplace withered and died. "I understand," Manato said gently. "All right, we don't have to go back if you really don't want to. I'm sorry for trying to make you, Naru Chan." Nar looked down, tears in his eyes. "I don't want to disc disappoint you, Daddy. You<unk>ll never be a disappointment to me," Manato said soothingly. "Truly, we can go back." He trailed off as something which he had simply taken for granted was suddenly pushed to the forefront of his mind. A slow smile spread across Manado's lips. He believed he had just found the perfect solution. "How about this?" Manato asked with a lot more cheer in his voice. "Since I still think you need to play outside more often, and I know that you like being out here, so why don't we just play in an area that doesn't have any nasty folk? Would you be all right with that?" Nar sniffled and rubbed at his face. Wura, the forests, Manado replied gently. You read about that, right? There's usually no people and lots of animals and plants for you to play with. What do you say? Normally, he might have been worried about Nar running into unpleasant animals or other such things in the forest. But it was at times like these that it was very convenient to have an embug guard with them. Nar smiled brilliantly, and Manado just knew that he made the right choice. survival tests and five months academy forest. The birds chirped merrily as they flew past each other, telling of their great adventures in evading the two-legged predators and bragging of their individual morning meals. Occasionally, they would land on a branch to rest their wings, only to spring up again at the slightest movements. The trees themselves would wave goodbye, their branches oscillating long after the birds had disappeared. The taller trees made no break in their greetings with the wind lending them their strength. The scent of honeysuckle and fresh wood permeated the air, enticing the small critters to scurry out of their underground homes to bask in the feel of the forest. The afternoon sun shone brightly, giving the whole place a warm, enchanting glow. Nar hummed softly under his breath as he plotted along the forest trail, eyes al light with excitement. Manato had been right in predicting that his little ball of energy would fit right in with the rest of nature. And he even had proof. Whenever Nar had free time, he would beg for Manato to take him to the forest where he could point things out and wonder at animals. Other than being a great outlet for Naruto's energy, and not to mention a nice way build up muscle, the forest had also become a place of learning. Manato was by no means a botanical expert, but he did know the basics needed for survival, and he taught Nar such. They'd been here so many times that Nar had even started being able to distinguish between the different types of herbs. Overhead, the amboo guard watched Nar silently, always making sure that the blonde did not get into too much trouble. Manato had done what he could, guiding Nar to the forest reserved for academy students, and the amboo guard made short work of the rest. What's that? Nar asked as he came to a stop, pausing so that he could point one stubby finger at an unfamiliar plant. He did that often, and Manato would answer just as if he were teaching Nar about his furniture all over again. Manato took a moment to examine the plant, the images of various flowers coursing through his head. When he realized which one it was, he smiled. It's margarm, Narut. It's a great spice to use when you've just caught fresh meat, which is rather tasteless if I must say. Nar nodded, his tongue rolling with the new word as he committed it to memory. Marjoram. They continued on their way. It was afternoon already, and soon it would get dark. The difference might not be so noticeable in the village, but it would be huge in a forest such as this. Nar knew that Manado would ask him to go back soon, so little Nar wanted to get as much exploring done as possible. Manato watched in contentment as Narut ran around chasing butterflies for a bit more, but eventually it was time to go. He opened his mouth to tell his son so when suddenly they heard some voices. I as if Shuru, who was the one who failed the survival portion of the exam last year, Narut, ever the curious one, stopped chasing his butterfly and instead started towards the voice. Manado found that he was curious too. Although the tone was crass, the voice itself was high-pitched and feminine, pointing to a small girl. Plus, the Anboo had evidently not seen these people as a threat, so it should be relatively safe. When they made it to the source, they spotted three children sitting in a small clearing, backpacks scattered across the field. Nar quickly hid behind a tall tree, observing them from a distance. There were three boys. One was holding up something that looked like a mushroom, while the other two stared at him contemplatively. They looked to be about 8 years old. Manato blinked and belatedly realized that they must have been here for the survival test where the academy students had to stay in the forest for one night and survive. It was actually the safest activity ever as there was nothing in the forest that could possibly hurt anyone. But the students didn't know that. He did remember going through it when he was younger. So Uda, do you think this is edible? The boy holding the mushroom was saying, turning to look at the boy with red hair. With a flush, Manado realized that the one holding the mushroom wasn't a boy at all, but rather a girl. Her cold black hair was cropped short, just like a male's, and her clothing did not distinguish her, but when she had turned her head, Manado had caught a glimpse of her face, and he knew then that mixed with the sound of her voice, she could definitely not be classified as a boy. Hm. The boy dubbed Uda replied, looking as if he were thinking hard as his brown eyes scrunched up in thought. His palid face was dotted with freckles, which only served to look more ridiculous as his overly large glasses slid slightly off the bridge of his nose. I think so, Kaou. That mushroom, it doesn't have any bad spots, does it? Nar gasped and hopped out of his hiding place. Kaou, who had her back facing them, didn't notice, but the other two boys did. Their eyes widened considerably as Narut pointed one accusing finger at the mushroom. That's poisonous. Kaou snapped around, "Holy [ __ ] what?" And then the boy who hadn't spoken yet, which Manado could only presume to be Shuru, let out a loud, exuberant laugh. Wow, amazing kid. See, Kaou, I told you that mushrooms no good. Nar, who had flinched back from Kaou<unk>s yell, suddenly beamed at the dark-haired boy's praise. Blue eyes lit up as he emerged from the woods, running over to where the three were seated. And then he took a deep breath, examining the mushroom closely before nodding seriously. Dats Clyde Sai for Sue. Kaou was apparently too stunned to stop him. Shuru's grin went from ear to ear. He turned lazy black eyes to the only female member of their group. Didn't I tell you, Kau? You shouldn't have doubted my all-seeing eyes. Stop making fun of the hyuga. The boy wearing glasses. Uda said in a clip tone and the mushroom was not dangerous. Cletus is him. How should I put this? It makes you poop. Nar concluded, nodding his head sagely. Kau face palmed and Shuru let out another rambunctious laugh. Yeah, yeah, the girl muttered as she hit Shuru across the shoulder. Laugh it up. You kid are awesome, the dark-haired boy said lightly. He reached out a hand. A wide smile spread across his face. I'm Sheru, by the way, and I'm not afraid to make fun of the people who deserve it. You can count on me to back you up. Uda and Kaou shared a glance, which Manato not failed to notice. It went over Naruto's head, though, as the little blond-haired boy took the hand with a giggle. I'm Nar, a good name, Shiru murmured with a small grin as he shook the blond's hand gently before letting go, earning another beam of delight from the little ray of sunshine. Looking as if he had decided that it would be his turn next, Uta pushed his glasses up, the reflected light blocking out his eyes, Manato couldn't help but wonder amusedly if he were related to the Chunin named Ebisu, who delivered his reports in a similar manner. I am Sharia Yuda. Date of birth January 8th. Age 9. Gender male. Height 1.3 m. Weight 27.5 kilos. Blood type B. It is my pleasure to meet you. Kau made a face. Aw. Quit it. Uda. You're going to scare the kid. As much as I'd hate to agree with the she devil, Sheru said teasingly. I think you should tone it down a little. Uda. Don't need to be so nervous. Naru Chan hears only a 5-year-old. Three. Nar piped up. Eh Shiru turned back to Nar with an amused look in his eyes. What's that? I'm thre Nar said with a big toothy grin, holding up three fingers. Shuru blinked and blinked again. And then his jaw slackened. What? Seriously? For the love of all that's holy? Kau said in surprise. We got outsmarted by a three-year-old. Damn Nar, you're good. Yuda pushed the still blinking Sheru to the side as he leaned in closer, the tip of his nose practically touching Naruto's. The brown-haired boy's eyes narrowed as he carefully scrutinized every inch of Naruto's face, although Manado seriously doubted that the close proximity would allow him to see much. Nar giggled. "Hm," Uda said as he pulled back, pushing up his glasses once again. "Hm, very interesting. It seems that our little boy here is something of a prodigy." Off to the side, Shiru rolled his eyes good-naturedly. You didn't have to go in close to come to that realization. Yuda gave a loud sniff, crossing his arms and looking away, ignoring the other boy. "Pro Dgy?" Nar asked in confusion as Manato had never mentioned the word to him before. "It means you're smart, kid," Kau said as she ruffled Naruto's hair. She had a slight but kind smile on her face. "I'm Kaou, by the way. I'm the eldest here in both age and mentality, but not in intelligence. Shuru piped up and winked at Nar. That title belongs to our little Naru Chan here. It was Manado who was the one who beamed in pride. His Naru Chan was smart indeed. He was starting to really, really like these kids. If he could take another Jennon squad right now, they would be it. Anyways, Naru Chan, Kau said, a curious tone in her voice as she completely dismissed the dark-haired boy. If you're only three, what are you doing in the forest all by yourself? Or are you lost? The other two boys shared a glance behind Kaou<unk>s back and nodded in agreement. I was chasing Buttorfly Chan, Nar said, puffing up his chest. And then he hesitated, no doubt remembering his father's warning about not revealing anything about him. Instead, Nar waved vaguely in the direction where he had come from. And I'm not by myself. Dear Z anbu with me day ne never come out to play do out of the corner of Naruto's eyes manado saw the amboo stiffen in surprise he winced lightly it might not have been wise on Naruto's part to reveal that he was aware of them would be another report that would go back to Serbi and only served to make the sandame more confused the three 9-year-olds reactions were much easier to map three pairs of eyes widened in surprise and just the slightest bit of awe Shiru turned his head, face half hidden from Nar, but Manato could read his lips anyway. Clan air. Shuru mouthed a questioning look on his face. Uda at whom the comment was directed at shook his head. Cowaru only let out a low whistle. Hot damn. That's something. Naru Chan. Stop swearing around a kid. Shuru said weakly, brushing Kuru<unk>s arm with a good-natured punch. Kau rolled her eyes. Whatever. Nar gained a curious expression on his face. And in that instant, Manato just knew that Nar was going to ask what swearing was. Hastily, Manato moved to intervene. Nar, can you ask them why they're all taking this survival exam together? He had not allowed Nar to hear any bad words as of yet. And he did not want Nar to know of them until he was much older. He had let Kaou<unk>s previous language go because he had been so delighted to find people who treated Nar nicely that he hadn't really registered that he might not want those words around his baby. But now that it was explicitly clear, he would do his best to prevent that meeting. Nar nodded and did as his father asked. The three looked surprised at the question, but it was Uda who spoke first. Aw, so you know about that too then. How interesting indeed. We have known each other since our youth and we have decided that this test is best taken with people who can be explicitly trusted. Yeah, we're like childhood friends or something like that. Kau snorted at the implications, but it's only cuz our parents work together on the same squad. Yep. Shuru chipped in. They wanted us to be all friendlyike. And now it's gotten into habit to have Kau's yapping in the background. Couldn't relax if I didn't hear her dula tones. I'd be worried all day about when she'd unexpectedly pop up. He winked conspiratorally at Nar. Nar giggled. They spent quite a bit more time talking and just generally playing around despite the sky getting dark and the chances of Manado getting Nar out before evening fell grew less and less. Nar just looked so happy and Manato didn't have the heart to tell him that they should go. Thankfully, it seemed that they had arrived at the last day of the academy survival test because before long, a loud chiming bell rang across the forest, signaling the end to the test. Nar had been very visibly upset when the three academy students told him that they had to go, but he brightened when they told him where to visit. All of that done, they headed back to the school grounds, waving goodbye to Nar and erecting a promise from him to visit. And then they were gone, leaving Nar standing alone in the clearing. Naruto's head was bowed, his blue eyes wide. Manato felt a tingle of worry coarse through him as he wondered if Nar was really all right with them leaving. He opened his mouth. Naru Chan Day had warm eyes, Narut said as he looked up, interrupting Manado with a small flush on his cheeks. I think I think that I'll jive the village anotheier tw y to catch a scarecrow and eight months Konaha market square and what's that one Nar Manado asked with a smile bringing up the picture of the article situated slightly to their left Nar turned towards the item squinting his eyes as he thought hard about it finally he nodded confidently and pointed one chubby finger at the vegetable asparagus manado beamed in pride That's correct. They were learning their words in the marketplace, and Minato couldn't think of a better place to do it. The different scents and sounds really seemed to help out Naro somehow, as if he were more motivated to learn in a crowded setting. They were currently inspecting a vegetable stand, though some distance away as to not disturb the business. The man tending the stand thankfully ignored them, allowing the two to continue on with their day of learning. Manado pointed out another piece of produce and that one. Clementine. Good. You're amazing. Naru Chan. Wow. I think you got all of them on this cart. Should we move on to another stand? Nar nodded happily and whirled around, intent on finding another booth to test his skills in memorizing the different objects of the world. He was used to this routine by now. Nar looked around, his head going wildly to and fro as he tried to seek out another place to start. Nar didn't go by convention, much preferring to learn what looked interesting rather than go rowby row. Manado didn't discourage the habit. Manato hummed as he followed Naruto's gaze, making it a game to try and figure out what stand Nar would choose. There was very little to do in his life, stuck in Nar as he was, and he had to make up some forms of entertainment for himself. It was then that he noticed a distinctive but familiar head of hair poking out amongst the crowds. Naruto's gaze had moved on, but Manato wasn't letting it go that easily. Hold up, Nar. Look to your right, Manato cried, his voice just slightly higher pitched than usual. Naruto's eyes widened, started, and confused, but he did as his father asked. He had never heard Manato sound like that before, and Manato would have felt bad for scaring him, but his attention was solely focused on the figure he had thought he had seen. When Nar turned his attention back to the area and his eyes caught the unique form of the person again, Manato knew he wasn't wrong. There was no mistaking that flyaway silver hair, the tipped hideate or that thin black mask. Hitaki Kakashi was standing with his back ramrod straight in the middle of Konaha Market Square, looking intently at the arrangement of canned fruits set before him. There was no doubt that he was planning to buy his next assortment of nutritious, if not tasteless foods, all for the sake of completing the mission. A hail of memories flooded Manado. How could he? How could he have forgotten about Kakashi? Manado was no fool. He knew that he was the closest thing that Kakashi had to another father. Despite the fact that Minato was nothing like Hitaki Sukumo, the blonde could not have hoped to match the ancient war hero in terms of paternity, as he had only been 17 when Kakashi was put onto his squad. And to be honest, Manado had been a little overwhelmed by the job at that time. He did not know how to care for a 5-year-old, especially when that 5-year-old did not seem to want any caring. Nevertheless, one could not be on the same team for eight years without growing bonds. And with their age difference, Manado's attitude, and Kakashi's past, it only made sense that the silver-haired boy had started to see something of a father in Manado. Manado had not been blind to it. He saw the way that the boy had hung on to his every word, only disobeying when his personal grievances against his real father came into play. And then Manado had given his life to seal the Kaobi, and Kakashi had been left alone again. There was still Ren, of course, but one person made a very short list of people that Kakashi could rely on. Before Obito's death, and that thought still sent a pang through Minato's chest, for he had failed Obito, Kakashi had made no efforts to find people whom he could share his pain with, and Manato had no doubt that fact never change. The boy had only been 14 years old, and he had lost another father figure again. Manato felt so absolutely stupid and maybe just a bit cruel to have forgotten completely about his student. Nar was not the only one who needed him. And yet, by the time that Manato had come out of his self-imposed exile in Naruto's mind, Nar was the only one he could see that needed help. Because of that, he had forgotten that there were others too in the world. Because of that, he had forgotten that there were still people yet who lived and needed life. He could not believe that he had been so wrapped up in Kosa<unk>'s legacy that he had even forgotten about Kakashi. Nar, Manado whispered and quietly urgently, "See that man over there with the spiky silver hair and black mask? We've got to go see him." Nar bobbed his head obediently, not imagining that his father would request anything that was unreasonable. There was no doubt in Manato's head that Nar thought this was just another game that he was inventing when in reality it was anything but. As they neared Manato's old student, Manato began to see things more clearly. Nar skillfully weaved his way through the prongs of rushing people. But for once, Manado's attention wasn't on his son. There was a slump in Kakashi's shoulders that Manado had never seen before. Not even when they had been forced to kill hundreds during the Great War. The way he was talking to the stand owner was more short and crisp than ever before, and there was an alertness in his stance that bespoke of borderline paranoia. It was worse than he had imagined. And then the scent of blood and kana instantly assaulted Naruto's nostrils, though, of course, Nar couldn't distinguish what they were. Manato gasped. He knew that there was only one reason that Kakashi would smell like that and look as tired as he did, especially since they were no longer at war. Kakashi had joined the Anbu. It was the last thing he had wanted for any of his students. The Ansatsu Sanjutsu Tokushu Bhutai were a special squad of ninja that specialized in assassination and working from the shadows. One could apply for it as soon as they reached Chunin. Though of course, very few actually passed the test. To be an was not glorious, and the only thing it guaranteed was endless slaughter and a quiet death. Honestly, only those with the strongest wills who would not mind dying nameless for the sake of their village should have been in Anbu. But many a times the place had turned into a haven for those who did not want to deal with life. Manado was very afraid that Kakashi had joined, not for the former reason. And then Kakashi turned around. It was not for any particular reason. The store owner had finally finished packaging Kakashi's request and the Junan was reaching into his pocket for money. Unfortunately, that reach had caused him to turn his body slightly, and it was towards the direction Manato and Nar were coming from. The silver-haired boy's soul eye widened, and Manato knew that he had spotted Nar. Kakashi immediately turned back to the shopkeeper, muttering a few quick words. The store owner nodded as Kakashi inclined his head in thanks, and put his hands up in a very familiar seal. Manato inwardly cursed, "Hurry, Nar, he's going to." A swirl of leaves later, and Kakashi had disappeared, leaving only an exasperated shopkeeper behind. Naruto's eyes widened adorably. "He he he disappeared." The shopkeeper smiled when he heard a child's voice and glanced down, only to frown when his eyes skimmed over the whisker marks on Naruto's cheeks and turn away again. Nar didn't even pay it any attention. He was far too used to it by now. Yes, Nar, he did," Manato said softly, just barely holding back a sigh. It was not that he did not understand why Kakashi might not have wanted to see Nar, but personally, he had been hoping for the other case. "Wow," Nar murmured in amazement. "So cool!" Despite himself, the older blonde could not help but smile at his son's enthusiasm. He reminded Manato of another child who had been easily impressed by the shinobi arts. That child had turned out to be the love of his life. Narut Manato said suddenly that was your Kakashi Nissan. I was his teacher when I was m before you were born. You remember all those stories you read about big brothers? Well, he is like that with you. For some reason, that caused Naruto's good mood to disappear. He frowned, suddenly gaining a melancholy air. Manato blinked. He would have thought that Nar would be happy to gain more family. And then Narut spoke again and it all became clear. But but if that's so then he didn't like me. He ran away. Manado could have slapped himself for missing it earlier. Of course, Narut would take it the wrong way that Kakashi had left like that. Indeed, if Manado guessed correctly, Kakashi did not want to see Nar, but it would not be for the same reasons that the villagers had. Kakashi had more to his circumstances. But Manato could not expect his three-year-old to understand that. Him, it's like a hideandsek game. Nar Manato reassured his boy. He almost felt a little guilty for using his boy like this, but he had ignored his responsibilities for long enough. And besides, he was sure that every word he was saying was true. I'm sure Kakashi will love you very much. But he's kind of afraid of people, so you have to catch him first before he'll see that you're not so scary. Nar frowned thoughtfully, and for a moment, Manado was worried that his explanation wasn't enough. But then his son gave an energetic nod, a bright smile crossing his face. He patted his chest, sounding much too understanding for Meanto's tastes. He's like me, right? I know what it's like to be scarred. Okay, I'll convince Kakashi Nissan dad deers. No need to be scared of people. Manato smiled sadly, wishing that Nar didn't have to understand. Still, what was done was done, and it had given Nar a wisdom beyond his years. Thank you, Nar. I'm sure Kakashi will appreciate you very much. He wondered if Ren was hiding somewhere out there, too. Manato decided that he needed to keep an eye out for her. But first things first, he needed to drag Kakashi out of his slump and back into the world of the living. Hidden and 9 months, the flouncing frog. The beat of the music was hypnotic, lulling the occupants of the room into a serene gaze. Despite the fact that it was a bar and not a club, the dim lighting and the musky sense in the air made the place seem more sensual than it actually was. It was not surprising for a place named as a tribute to Jeryama. Hitaki Kakashi sat on one of the stools at the very corner of the bar, his eye hooded as he sipped at his drink and observed the general atmosphere around him. out of his peripheral. People were chattering incessantly about their lives or things that did not pertain to their lives in an effort to forget everything miserable for the night. A lot of good humor, but also a faint sheen of desperation in their eyes. Some were dealing with it better, looking as though they had actually moved on with their lives, or they were just hiding it better. Anyone who got near Kakashi was met with stone cold silence and an impassive stare that was somehow more intimidating than glares. They left quickly after that, not completely able to hide the uncomfortable tilts of their shoulders. It was not that Kakashi wanted to purposefully make them uncomfortable. Unlike some, he did not take joy in watching people squirm. Quite simply, he had nothing that he wanted to talk to with anyone. He did not want to make friends only to watch them leave him. And he did not want to waste time on small talk that was sure to bring him nowhere. If others approached, that was their decision. But whether or not he obliged them was his decision. The Hitaki genius shifted in his seat, adjusting his position to a more comfortable one as he took another swig of his bottle. To be honest, he did not like the bar. The drinks tasted nasty, and the girls were annoying. But he had felt like coming here tonight for some sentimental reason or another. The silver-haired teen had thought he had stamped it out of himself, but sometimes the feelings did come creeping back, and he was as susceptible to them as anyone else. His birthday was coming up, but Kakashi did not feel like celebrating it. There would be no one to celebrate it with anyhow. The silver-haired Shinobi swirled the drink in his hands, watching as the liquid slloshed to and fro from one side of the bottle to the other. He was turning 17 in a few weeks. It would be just one year to add to the life that he had been allowed due to the sacrifices of his teammates. He'd somehow managed to survive nearly four years in Anbu while all around him his teammates died. He thought if he grieved anymore, even his body would simply fall apart. And so he'd become numb. Numb to the world around him and numb to the things that he felt inside. He wasn't sure he was succeeding very well, but it kept him going. And that was all he needed. So long as his nightmares and flashbacks did not affect his performance, nobody cared, and he did not want anybody to. He did not want to be taken off Anbo. The work was tough and scarring, but the constant workload kept Kakashi's mind off the memories he so desperately wanted to avoid. He wasn't sure what the alternative would be, but he did not want to find out. And then the little blonde thing had popped into his life. The first day in the marketplace had been a pure coincidence, and Kakashi had been shocked beyond all measure to see his sensei's son standing so innocently among the villagers. He had known logically that Namakazi Narut would be somewhere in Konaha, but the child had been kept out of the public's eye for the better of the past four years. That Kakashi had nearly forgotten about him. He'd left right away. The dazzling features and familiar Uzumaki smile had ripped Kakashi's heart, bringing to the surface the memories that Kakashi had worked long and hard to bury. He had to leave or risk breaking down. To be honest, Narut did not look much like Uzzuaki Kusha or Namakazi Manado at his age. He was only 3 years and 9 months, which was not old enough for someone to have distinguishing features. Still, with Kakashi's knowledge of who Narut really was, the connections were all too easy to draw, and there was no avoiding the fact that the new Genturiki of Konaha was his mentor's son. Kakashi had hoped to never see the child again, or if that were too unrealistic, to at least never be in his line of sight again, but that was not to be. After that incident, Kakashi not go outside without seeing the blonde. He did not know if Cammy were playing a trick on him or if he were just really that unlucky. But every time he went to the marketplace, the three-year-old would be there. And the three-year-old would not just stand there. If he spotted Kakashi, he would chase after the silver-haired teen. Although Kakashi could not for the life of him figure out what would make the child act that way. So far, the ambu genius had been able to escape every time, but it was getting tiresome. He didn't know why the child would chase after him. A three-year-old by all rights should not know that Kakashi was supposed to be taking care of him instead of wasting away in Anvu. A three-year-old should not know that Kakashi was neglecting his duties. And yet, a three-year-old did. And every time Kakashi was spotted by the little boy, he was stricken by guilt of what he had neglected. It was as if Manado's ghost had come back to haunt him. Kakashi smiled bitterly at the thought, his eyes gaining a more empty quality to them. While he was not superstitious, the allegation was true enough. Manado's sensei would not be pleased with what he was doing with himself. Still, even though he knew that there was nothing else that he could do, he could never be the perfect person that Minato's sensei would have been happy with, that Ren definitely wanted, and that Obido needed. It was then that Kakashi noticed that someone else was approaching him, and that observation brought him out of his thoughts. Even while thinking, Kakashi had attention on his surroundings. It had been this habit more than anything else that had kept him alive all these years. It was just an observation like any other, and Kakashi wasn't going to pay it much mind until the stocky figure and the square features registered in his mind. Kakashi turned his head ever so slightly and nodded towards his new neighbor. Serbi Asuma was one of the few shinobi that Kakashi did know outside of missions. Out of all of Kakashi's acquaintances, Asuma was the one least annoying. He at the very least knew when to keep quiet. Hey. Assuma smiled as he slid into a seat beside Kakashi. He waved the bartender over and quickly gave his order. "It's your birthday soon, isn't it, Hitaki?" "Happy birthday. Please don't," Kakashi said flatly, turning back to face the front and silently wondering if he'd been too early to judge Asuma as not annoying. He took another swig of his bottle, only to find no liquid coming to meet his lips. Frowning, Kakashi tilted the neck of his bottle over, revealing clear, sparkling water droplets sticking to the inside. He had finished the water he had brought to the bar, and he was not going to order another drink from the bartender. The Anboo did not drink. They did not know when a mission might come up, and they always had to be alert. There was no rest for the Ansatsu sanjutsu. He slid off his stool. There was no point in staying here any longer. What? Leaving so soon? Assuma asked as he eyed Kakashi critically, leaning back against the long table at which they were sitting. There are things to do, Kakashi said briskly, brushing past the heavier shinobi and heading towards the door. Gez, Assuma muttered to himself before raising his voice slightly as he called out to the departing Kakashi. It wasn't loud enough to attract everybody's attention, but it was certainly loud enough to get a fuse. Hey, it's rare to see you by yourself nowadays, Kakashi. Where's that little blonde growth that's attached himself to you? Not here, Kakashi said flatly, turning back around just to stop Asuma from telling every single Shinobi present his little problem. This is a bar. In the span of the time that Kakashi had turned his back on the brown-haired man, Asuma had somehow lit a cigarette and put back his lighter. He still looked as relaxed as ever. "Hm, so you're avoiding the kid?" Asuma said as he took a puff of smoke, thankfully lowering his voice. Why? Kakashi did not answer. He wondered if everyone would be on his case for that. Even Guy had noticed Naruto's strange attachment to the silver-haired Junan. Kakashi was not stupid. He knew that everybody who knew him was probably wondering what he'd do to a child who was being too nosy, but he had never thought that Asuma would be one of those who fell in with the crowd. He wanted to, for once, and for all to stop the questions, even if it meant poking into places which were expressly forbidden. You've taken up smoking, he observed. Auma's eyes glittered and Kakashi knew he had guessed rightly. A yes, it seems like everyone's taken up a vice now that the Yandimei has died. Assuma suddenly paused and Kakashi knew he had messed up. Kakashi did not mean to seize up, but even for all the training he had undergone through Anbu, he could not completely keep down his reaction at that man's name. He had tensed like an academy student who had been put through only the basics. It wasn't even subtle. I see. Assuma took another long drag of his cigarette, though this time his gaze was contemplative. I didn't realize that you would see that boy as the jailer of the Caillobi first and the Yandimes legacy second. Or is it? Perhaps he reminds you too much of the Yandimei. It was an open secret amongst the highranked Shinobi who Uzzuaki Narut really was. People like Danzo, the Sandame, and clan heads were all aware of the boy's heritage. People who were especially close to the Hokag also knew so long as they could be trusted to keep a secret. Assuma had apparently been lucky enough to be privy to the information as the Sandames son, even if the brown-haired Chunin was not directly the hoage's heir. That privilege belonged to Saru Tobi Hikari and her unborn child. Assum aside, his eyes glittering like he knew when he really didn't. Just a piece of advice. Don't avoid the boy just because he gives you too much bad memories. Kakashi's single eye flashed, hostile despite himself. The other nen, barely an acquaintance at best, had no right to try and write his life. What would you know? Assuma looked away, only affording Kakashi a look at his profile. And then he smiled, and it was a painful, heartbreaking smile because Kakashi, you're quite possibly the only one he has left. And trust me, no boy wants to be left alone. The words jolted his heart. Although Kakashi was by no means a sympathetic person, it had been overly callous of him to forget the story with Asuma. He looked down, ashamed in spite of himself. I'm sorry. Asuma waved a hand dismissively, although that sad look in his eyes had not disappeared. No problem. No problem. Just give the kid a chance. All right. If not for yourself, then for me. I know we're not exactly friends, but we're comrades, right? Kakashi swallowed, feeling his left eye burn with the statement. Those that break the rules and regulations are scum, but those who abandon their comrades are worse than scum. He closed his eyes and nodded. Very well, I will give it a shot. The day after next, Kakashi did not avoid Nar when he tried to come up to the silver-haired Nen. As he was buying his produce, he simply waved for the little blonde to wait as he finished his purchases. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the three-year-old fidget uncontrollably, no doubt wondering what had made Kakashi finally give up running away. It was what Kakashi at that age would have questioned. "What do you want?" Kakashi asked bluntly as he gave the last of his money to the vendor and turned around to face the smaller blonde. There was no denying that the three-year-old had been following him deliberately. The child shuffled his feet and then took a breath, turning wide blue eyes upwards to meet Kakashi's. The silver-haired teen couldn't help but suck in a breath. Because despite knowing who Nar was, he still hadn't expected the boy to resemble his sensei so much. "You look lone. Why?" Nar said, his tongue rolling at the last word as if testing it out. He took a deep breath and stuck out his hand. Let's<unk> be friends. Kakashi blinked and blinked again. The statement and the delivery had been so ridiculous that for a moment he could not respond. Of all things, how could that be the reason? He thought about saying no because he didn't need any friends. More than that, maybe he didn't want any friends. He didn't want to experience the sensation of loss again because he was unsure of how he could handle it. But looking into those wide blue eyes that resembled Manado Sensei so much, looking at that wide grin that reminded him of Obido, how could Kakashi say no? Almost against his desire, his body moved forwards, crouching low as he took Naruto's outstretched hand into his own and giving it a firm shake. All right, let's Hokag and 11 months streets of Konaha. The sandame had come to visit. Nar was really excited. It was not that he ever got bored of his daddy, but sometimes it was nice to have somebody who he would hug him and carry him. Daddy had explained that he could not be there for very serious reasons, but Nar didn't really understand them. Nar did wonder if everybody's daddies were invisible like his, and that was why he never saw any daddies in the orphanage. He also wondered why nobody talked about it then, if they all knew about the hidden daddies. Sorry I haven't been coming around recently, Nar. The sandame smiled as he walked down the street, holding Naruto's palm in his grasp, their arms swinging together with every step. Nar found that he liked the feeling. He'd seen pictures of families doing this like this and he liked feeling like a family. That's okay. Nar replied, smiling toothily up at the older man. Ubw i n g toys. The words didn't sound quite right because in truth the sandame brought much more than that. But Nar didn't know how to put it into phrases. But daddy said that the sandame was smart. So Nar thought that maybe the sandame already knew anyway. The sandames eyes crinkled as he smiled and Narut beamed up at him. "I heard you've been going out all by yourself now. Is that true?" the sandame asked with a twinkle in his eyes and a gentle smile on his face. Nar nodded happily in response, puffing up his chest in pride. "Uh, I'm a big boy now." The Hokag chuckled lightly before continuing on with the round of conversation. "And if I may ask, how did you get out here?" Naruto's face screwed up in thought. He didn't really like lying because he had read that lying was bad. But daddy said that sometimes lying was okay too. And Nar believed in his daddy. I how RD some newers is talking about it. And I wanted to see I'm w really tall now. See I can eban reach the doororknob. The sandame nodded his great head. Ah I see. And the gates. You are very tall Naruchan. But Narut threw his hands up in the air. seals. They do stuff. I read about them and wanted to twwry y and den whoosh. He really was excited. It was really neat to see his little piece of paper make the gate easy to move. He hadn't liked drawing it, but with daddy giving always talking to him, he had gotten through. The sandame let out another chuckle and for a moment looked a little like Kakashi Nissan, but that was weird because Kakashi Nissan wasn't old and the sandame was very old. Nar blinked and then the resemblance was gone and Nar thought he probably just imagined it. Getting into seals are we? The sandame said a funny tone in his voice. I see. I see. That's good to know. Nar. Nar didn't get it, but good was good. He closed his eyes and smiled. The sand dame lead him to a place that sold food. The stand owner greeted them pleasantly before hurrying to go get their meals. "What are we eating?" Nar asked, only barely reaching the table with five sets of cushions stacked under him. He was excited. The orphanage never let them choose what they ate. Sushi, the sandame replied with a smile, breaking apart Naruto's chopsticks for him and setting them down on his napkin. It's not native to Fire Nation, but it's still something that we enjoy. Oh, truthfully, he didn't get it, but he wanted to appear smart to the Sandame. He heard that the sandame was really smart and Narut wanted to continue standing out to the hokag. The almost four-year-old made a note to ask Daddy about sushi later and what native meant. Daddy never talked when other people were talking to Nar, which the boy thought was rather silly, but Daddy said it was important. So, the sandame posed good-naturedly. "What else has been going on in your life, Nar? Anything interesting?" Nar stopped squirming and trying to fix his seat by beaming brilliantly at the sandame. Yeah, I met my Nissan Kaka Nissan. He's w really cool. The sandame chuckled. Is that so? Yeah, he talks to me and smiles at me, but he didn't hug and he doesn't stab at me with Do's cold eyes. At the last phrase, his voice had trailed off. The sandame gave him a look full of sorrow, but Nar didn't care about that. A thought had struck him and it made him quiet. "Hey, Gigi," Narut asked softly, swinging his legs listlessly underneath him. "Can I ask you something?" "Sure, Nar," the sandame replied, his voice equally as soft. "Ask anything you want." "I can't promise that I'll answer, but there's never anything wrong with asking." Davis, Deour, Nar struggled to find the words and shifted his head towards a villager who had just passed one of his strawberry crates to a buyer. They are not cold when I'm with you. Day looked defurant. For a moment, the sandame looked surprised, but then he quickly recovered. Ah, he said quietly, his voice sad. Narut knew the emotion because daddy often sounded sad too, even if daddy never admitted it. A well, you see, I suppose that emotion that you see is love. Nar pursed his lips. He knew what love was. Of course, he was a big boy. His daddy loved him. And the story above mummies always loved their babies. And if that look that was directed at the sandame was love. Denw really lo you Naruto said in nearly a whisper. The sandame looked thoughtful for a moment and then he patted Naruto's head. He smiled brightly though there was something strange about that too. That's probably because I'm the hokag. Ho ka g. Nar repeated not really understanding. His daddy had explained that it was the position of the village leader and that it was what the sandame was, but never anything more than that. Yes, the hokag. It's my duty to protect the village no matter what the cost. And I suppose the villagers are trying to repay that by being extra nice. Ooh, he wasn't sure what no matter what the cost really meant, but he did understand the extra nice part. He hated how the villagers looked at him. He really did. Daddy said hate was a strong word, but Nar was sure he wasn't wrong about this one. Nar perked up, suddenly breaking out of his slouch as he gave the sandame one long axising look. He wanted that love, wanted it more than anything. Sometimes he found that he did not mind because his daddy was with him. But there were other times when he could not help but mind. He wanted the cold stairs to go away. The sandame blinked down at the little blonde and surprise Nar. Nar took a deep breath and then nodded up at the village leader. A bright smile split his face and his blue eyes sparkling with determination. You know I I will earn dad title of Hokag. Manado did not know what to do. Ever since that meeting with the sandame two months ago, Nar had been enraptured by the idea of being Hokag. He did not quite shout it out to the world. But whenever he was feeling particularly happy, he would giggle to himself that he would be Hokag one day. It was the same whenever Nar was feeling sad, except that the giggles would not be present, only a quiet, burning sort of determination. Manato had known that Nar did not know what it meant. He was only four after all, with them having celebrated Naruto's birthday one month ago. To be honest, he did not want Nar to be Hokag, no matter how selfish it seemed. He had been shocked beyond belief when Nar had first uttered the words, for a moment, unable to say anything because of the mixture of horror and memories that had assaulted him. He remembered a similar child, a female with red hair, boldly declaring that she would take the title of village leader even when it was not clear that she had the ability. He had remembered the smell of blood and decaying flesh, the tragedy that came with poorly made decisions. Manado admitted that he did believe that his son could become Hokag, but he did not want that life for his child. It would be constant headache and heartache and although gratifying, it would also be painful. To be hok was to live a life beyond the existence of oneself. It was to live a life for the village. Manado had not been unhappy during his term, but he had also known that he might have been happier as a regular shinobi. Manato had even revealed that all Hokag were shinobi in hopes of discouraging his boy. Unfortunately, that had backfired spectacularly when he told Nar that all Hokag were trained warriors and not just any warriors but the best. He had expected his son to pout and back off because of all the hard work involved. He should have known better. Nar had instead squealled about how cool it was and had gotten more fire than ever to become the village leader. He had bugged Manado for stories about what Hokag did, and Manado had not been able to refuse. With every passing tale, Nar became more and more enamored with the idea. What had started out as perhaps a passing fancy had turned into something more. When Nar revealed his true reasons for wanting the position that night a month and a half ago, Manato's heart had nearly bled out from sorrow. There were other ways of earning acknowledgement, and Manato had explained it to his son. But by that time, Narut had already become dead set on earning the title of Hokag, and there was little Manato could do to deter him. It was so stupid. What Manato had sealed within Nar ensured that Nar could not have any life but that of a shinobi. And yet, strangely, Manado was feeling hesitant about teaching Nar the ninja ways. But it was Naruto's heritage, and Manado could not stop that. How long do I hate to keep doing this? Nar complained, puffing out his cheeks in slight irritation and consequently drawing Manado out of his thoughts. They were in the academy forest again, resting against a tree as Nar tried vainly to concentrate enough chakra to blow off the leaf on his forehead. After finding out that people did not become shinobi by simply declaring it, Nar had quietly asked for his daddy to help him and Manado had not been able to refuse. For the past month, Manado had begun incorporating a training regime for Narut outside of games. It was not insanely difficult by any means, but it was somewhat taxing. He had hoped to get Nar off the idea of being a shinobi so early, but Nar had stuck through it valiantly. They were currently on the leaf blowing exercise as far as chakra went, amongst various other physical activities. until you can blow the leaf off your forehead 10 times out of 10. Manado replied with a gentle smile, sending an affectionate picture to his son. He knew he was being unreasonable, but he wanted his baby to be the best. If his son was dead set on starting shinobi training so early, then the least Manado could do was to make sure that he wouldn't get killed early. I've already explained this to you, Nar. I can't teach you anything else chakra related until you can do this. Nar sighed, pouting lightly as he adjusted the leaf's position. "Okay, okay." The little blonde had gotten really excited for jutsu. When Nar had not initially understood what they were, Manado had sent him some images of people performing some basic Seale jutsus. And then, caught up in the moment, he might have shown some higher ranked ones that simply looked impressive. Ever since then, Nar had been obsessed with wanting to learn jutsu, despite the fact that he was far too young for them. Manato had tried to explain as much, but Nar had just tuned him out. In the end, Manato had decided that this may be a perfect opportunity for Nar to learn chakra control. After all, Nar was the jailer of the Cailly, and as such would likely have more trouble with the concept than any others his age. But Manato added, "Not just for the sake of it. If you're tired, we should probably stop for the day. Nar paused for a moment, looking as if you were seriously considering it, and then he shook his head. The leaf lost its position and fluttered to the ground, but neither of them paid it any attention. Nuh-uh. M still good. But, but can we play firefighter afterwards? Manato chuckled at the reply. Even if he was unsure about the source, it was nice to see that his child had such dedication. However, his child still hadn't lost the playful innocence that Manado wanted to keep in him. Yes, of course, Naruch Chan firefighter will be fun. Big brother and two months Konaha orphanage gates. Kakashi was nervous. He wasn't sure what had prompted him to, but somehow he had found himself promising to spend an entire day with Nar. It had happened so very quickly. One moment, Nar was crying over something the villagers had said to him. In the next moment, the silver-haired teen found himself in this predicament. He had no idea what to do. It was one thing dropping in on Nar every once in a while to give him a stiff greeting. That did not require him to gaze too much upon the face that so closely resembled Manato sensei's face that he could practically feel his heart being wretched open. It fulfilled his obligations to the impulsive promise he had made to the smaller blonde without forcing him to take a step he knew he'd never be ready for. He met Nar at the orphanage gates. The little boy was waiting by himself, leaned up against the old outpost. Every once in a while, a shiver rire his body, for the stages of winter were coming, and while fire country was spared most of the harshness of the season, it was still colder than usual outside. Nar Kakashi asked as he floated down to meet the young boy at the gates. He'd been jumping on trees previously and had even seen a ruffle of dark-colored clothing that hinted towards the Anbu recruit who had been assigned to guard the genturiki of Konaha. Nar, who seemed to be an observant type of person by nature, surprisingly didn't seem to notice him until Kakashi had landed. The blonde startled but recovered just as quickly, sending up a bright smile to the older Shinobi. Kakashi strode forward, frowning as he leaned down and tightened Naruto's collar. The blonde was wearing nothing but a shirt and shorts, which was abysmally inadequate. "Are you trying to catch a cold?" "These clothes aren't enough to keep you warm." "Done really have other clothes," Narut said with a shrug, an expression on his face that ills suited him. "But then his eyes brightened and the moment passed." Well, I do have this coat thingy that the sandame bought me for my birthday, but it's too big and he and I didn't want it to slow us down. Duh. Some people thought I was being silly, but I'm not. Am I? We're going to be doing lots of fun things. Dad don't need a big fat coat slowing us down, right? Nar was looking at him with wide earnest eyes, the most beseechingly pleading expression on his face. Kakashi pinched the bridge of his nose. Where are your guardians? That seemed to shut Nar down. Confusion flashed across those wide blue eyes. Replacing the earnestness, huh? The people at the orphanage who take care of you, Kakashi clarified. You know the uh ladies who take you out to play and stuff. Oh, finally Nar seemed to understand and his reaction was about what Kakashi expected. His face fell. Children never like to be reminded that somebody was in charge of them after all. Don't got any of those? Oh, I see. Kakashi nodded only to pause as he ran the words through his mind again. Wait, what? I amum done really a guardian from the orphanage, Narudo said hesitantly, ducking his head and shifting his feet as if he were the one who was guilty. I mean, I know what those are because the other kids have them, but I guess no one likes me enough, too. I mean, I guess I haven't really earned their respect yet. I get that. And then his head snapped up, his eyes insistent. But I do hate other guardians. Anbu s up in that tree over deer looks out for me all the time. Kakashi felt too much to even take note of the fact that a four-year-old had just identified a shinobi who had probably spent years training in stealth so that even cages might have trouble finding him. He felt his fists clench at his sides. Was Nar saying that none of the orphanage patrons looked after him? And then, as quickly as the stab of fury had hit, it dissipated, leaving only shock in its wake. Anger was not an emotion that he'd felt for a long time. Or maybe it was more accurate to say that he was in a constant state of smothering rage. Either way, this spike of emotion was unusual and that was worrisome. What if he felt such impulses during a mission? He'd overheard the higherups talking, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before he was promoted to an ambu captain. He did not care much for the promotion itself, but he knew what the responsibility meant. He'd learned it all those years ago with that disastrous mission on the border of Ewa, which I'd taken from him half of everything. He could not afford to have emotional outbursts and possibly jeopardize his teammates. Never again. You should still wear a coat, Kakashi said dully, because what else could he say? He could not get mad at the civilians for simply displaying human nature, otherwise you'll catch a cold. I'm practicing circulating chakra. Nar chirped brightly. It's<unk> supposed to help with keeping warm, you know. Kakashi blinked and blinked again, snapped out of his bitter thoughts. But Nar just kept smiling as if it wasn't completely ridiculous for a four-year-old to be able to manipulate Chakra in a way that some Chunin had trouble with. Not for the first time, Kakashi felt his image of Nar splinter. Despite the fact that Nar had Obito's smile, Nar was not his friend. Obido had been well-wishing and energetic, and Kakashi wished that he had learned to appreciate it sooner, but he was not in any way intelligent in the conventional sense. Nar, on the other hand, could very well be another prodigy in the making. That's great, Nar Kakashi said, trying his best to swallow the lump in his throat. He had no idea how to feel about this, so he did what he did best. Run away. Let's get moving, shall we? K. Nar said happily, taking a step forward and showing that he was ready to go. But um where are we going? A movie? Kakashi muttered, hesitating for the just the smallest of moments before taking Naruto's hand. While he never quite understood why Manato's sensei and Obito and Ren had always insisted on contact, he did have to admit that it would be easier guiding a small four-year-old along if they held hands. Naruto's beaming face made Kakashi nearly drop his hand. But the silver-haired Junan was one of the most feared shinobi of Fire Nation for the Showdown Sake, and he wasn't going to let a 4-year-old scare him off. They walked towards the village proper at a sedate pace. Nar was chattering about squirrels and chairs and knights, and Kakashi had no idea how those things even related, so he allowed his thoughts to drift. Not for the first time, Kakashi wondered if this was such a good idea after all. when he'd first realized the implications of promising to spend a day with Nar, that it would mean he would have to find some way to entertain a four-year-old, the movie had been the first thing to pop into mind. There wasn't a lot he'd done in his childhood other than train, and he did even less now. There was one activity, however, that he did remember with some degree of fondness, and honestly, it was the only thing he could think of that was appropriate for Nar. Whenever team Manado had completed a C rank or above mission and weren't given another one immediately afterwards, Sensei had always taken them out to watch the newest movie in the series that they'd followed ever since it had first came out. Kakashi had always pretended that he didn't like it because it wasn't training and he couldn't help but guilty feel that he was wasting time every time he went to go see it. But secretly, he was in awe of the Kunoichi who never gave up. It was only after the fourth hoage's death that Kakashi realized that his sensei must have known, and that was why he kept bringing Team Manato to the theaters. "Here we are," he muttered when they finally arrived. And Nar stopped mid-sentence to gaze wideeyed up at the all-encompassing billboards. There, a top the entrance for Konah's movie theater was a colorful picture of a woman facing east, her face determined as the sun set behind her. Also behind her were three men wearing various costumes of old, their gazes adoring and steadfast in their loyalty. He'd never understand why Princess Foon was as popular as she was because other than her character, the story was a disaster, but he did have to admit that she was useful for this one time. It was a different actress from when Kakashi had watched it with team Manado, and it was just as well because he didn't think he could handle going in otherwise. Wow. Nar breathed. This looks so awesome. Wow. Wow, wow. This is the best day ever. Kakashi Nissan. Kakashi had to shake his head to clear the image that had superimposed upon the blonde child. It was one of Obito dancing around with Ren as he blathered about how happy he was when he'd heard the plans for the day. And didn't he know that everything could be ruined in just a split second of time when you come home happy like a fool because you'd done so well on your worthless taijutsu match and wanted to show your daddy only to find his body hanging in the rafters? Didn't he know that anything could happen? Like the image of your invincible father being shattered because you realized that he could and would abandon you just so that he wouldn't have to deal with his own pain. "Don't be an idiot," Kakashi said with a hint of frustration. "The day hasn't even started yet." Nar shot him a hurt look, and Kakashi realized he had slipped. "Sorry," he muttered, giving Naruto's hand a gentle squeeze. "Let's just get inside. All right." True to form, Nar didn't stay down for long. He'd never been in a movie theater before, and he immediately began crawling around, touching everything with an amazed expression, and babbling about everything he could see. Feeling guilty this time, Kakashi did listen, even if nothing really made sense. It's like he's an octopus. Nar squealled, hiding his face in laughter. Kakashi shot his young charge a confused look. What? It's like, you know, he was waving his arms and those papery thingies were waving out behind him and he kind of looked like an octopus. No, I understand that. I just don't get why it's funny. Nar shot him a look like he was the dumbest person on the planet. Kakashi didn't know whether to be amused or frustrated about that because whatever else he was, it could be agreed that Hitaki Kakashi was not stupid. Still, he did have to admit that it was refreshing to have someone who didn't think that he already knew all the answers. Finally, the movie started and it was with no small amount of relief that Kakashi settled Nar down. They were getting glares from some of the others who had come in to watch the latest in the Princess Foon series. But Nar didn't seem to notice those, so Kakashi also took no particular interest. The opening credits began rolling, and Nar wouldn't stop whispering about how cool everything was. Kakashi, who'd never really cared much if other people were being inconvenienced, didn't bother to shush him. When the actual film began playing though, Narut fell dead silent. Kakashi chanced a look at the blonde only to find the four-year-old staring wideeyed at the screen, utterly entranced by the story playing out. Following the smaller blond's gaze, Kakashi allowed himself to relax and to also enjoy the movie. The plot was as predictable as always. The princess's group came across some people who wanted help and presumed, therefore, that they needed it. Plans were made. betrayals happened and a last battle of course was conducted. It was all very mundane. And yet, as long as I live, I will turn everything I have into strength and I will show that I can cut away open. And yet, Kakashi couldn't help but be reminded of Manato, of Ren, and especially of Obido. Those three had never given up, had they? Even when their lives were at an end, even when the fearful clutches of death were reaching out towards them, they were still able to joke and to dream about the future. Kakashi choked on his breath. He couldn't do this after all. He couldn't. He wanted to shut down to bury everything that was not logic and calculation because he didn't want to feel couldn't feel something like this without going insa. What's the matter? Naruto's voice broke through his thoughts through the silence that had somehow descended upon him. The tone was curious but concerned and just low enough that nobody around him could hear. Kakashi closed his eyes. It was then that he detected the faint wetness behind his eyes and how two thin trails of damp coolness were trailing down his cheeks. He realized that he was crying. He turned to look at the one he had chosen to take with him to this movie. And for the first time, Kakashi was able to see the boy beyond the two great shadows of his teacher and his best friend. And now he remembered why he had enjoyed these movies so much. It wasn't fun or even the movie itself. It was the setting. The memories were not ones of the negative kind. And he really had no right to make this about him and what he'd lost. Did he? He'd been odd by the princess, yes, but there was a small secret part of him that simply enjoyed spending time with his team. They had fun here. He'd never say it, but they had formed a pseudo family around him. And it was here at the movies that he felt that the most with Ren and Obido pressed up against him and Minato sensei overlooking them all. "I'm fine," he said with a weak smile. It was the first smile he'd given in years, and it was shaky yet, but he felt as if Nar deserved one. Reaching out a hand, Kakashi grasped Naruto's little digits within his own and gave it a gentle squeeze. He wasn't completely cured yet, of that he knew very well, but this was a start. Manados and Obido's ghosts were still very much present, but for the first time in a long time, he felt that he looked beyond them, and what he had found was humbling. His voice was soft as it echoed through the emptying theater. But no one could mistake the sincerity. Thank you for accompanying me today, Nar, the little ramen shop in 4 months, third district of Konaha. Nakano Tui was only the humble owner of a ramen stand. But even he knew right from wrong. He knew that the way that the rest of the villagers were treating the newest drifter of the Konaha markets was far from kind. The little four-year-old was plotting along the streets, his strides hesitant as he passed by various restaurants and vendors. Tui had seen the boy around often enough to know that the blonde was not lost in the most literal sense. He was sure that the child knew exactly where to head for any certain purpose. And yet, the boy still acted as if he had no idea where to go. Tui knew the reason for it. Everywhere he went, the restaurant owners and stand managers would treat him with a look of unease. sometimes even a glare. The child seemed unusually perceptive to such things and it seemed to make the boy doubt himself. Nobody wanted him in their area and that made it hard for the boy to choose any which place to go. It was not that Tucci did not understand his colleagues. Not only had the Caillou taken away their Yandami, but it had also taken away Uzumaki Kosa, who had proved herself as a Kunoichi of Konaha. The villagers had trusted her to deal with the beast and to keep it from harming them. But that was not the case with a four-year-old. It was not really the fact that the blonde boy was a ginuriki that bothered them, but rather he was a ginuriki with unknown skills. The villagers could not trust a little boy to keep a hold of the demon when even the red hot habanero had lost control in the end. Nobody truly wished to harm a child. But the subconscious had always taken self-preservation more seriously than some moral code. The only reason that Tui did not share the same tursess as the rest of the village was perhaps only because of what he knew. Tui eyed the blonde. For him, the connection was obvious. But then again, nobody had frequented his ramen stand more than the Namakazi Manato and Uzumaki Kusha in the year before they had died. Theirs was a relationship that had never been publicly announced. But when Tui saw the new Caillou Ginuriki, all his doubts about his suspicions were overturned. Sometimes he was tempted to say something, but as a ramen standowner where Shinobi frequented to discuss things that no civilian should hear, Tui had learned the art of keeping silent. He realized that there were forces at work that he knew nothing about, and carelessly revealing something that he did know might lead to disasters he could have never foreseen. Living as long as he had in a village of Shinobi, he had learned that much. Nevertheless, he felt sorrow for his two greatest customers. They were mother and father, yet they would never get the chance to see their beloved son grow up. They would never be there to help their child. Above all else, Tui wanted his daughter to be happy, to be prosperous. He wanted to give her the best life possible, as was want of all parents, and he did not want to confine her to a ramen stand. Tui did not think that there was anything wrong with working at a ramen stand, of course. But should a Yame ever want anything more in life, he wanted it to be available to her. He wanted to send her to school, an experience he had never been fortunate enough to receive. Kusha and Manato would never get that experience. Tui almost felt as if he owed his two greatest customers something as a parent to parent rather than his shopkeeper to customer. So when the small blonde chose his ramen stand next, Tui did not turn him away. He welcomed the boy with open arms. And even when the rest of the villagers threw him wary glances, he did not regret his decision because of the wonder that filled those bright blue eyes. Drawing days in seven months. Second district of Konaha. No, Nar. Not quite like that. That line goes slightly more to the left. His tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth. Nar adjusted the line he had been drawing, moving it exactly as Manato had pointed out to him. Manato beamed in pride. Yes, just like that, Naru Chan. The small blonde was sitting at a small table at the ice cream parlor, his legs swinging underneath him because the chair was too high. Sheets of paper were spread out before him on the table. Various patterns and designs scrolled onto their surfaces. A single worn-l looking bag hung from the edge of the chair, swaying every few seconds as the wind blew past. The owner of the space had ignored them for the most part since Nar wasn't really causing any trouble. Instead, all his attention was focused on the sheets of paper he had liberated from the Konaha orphanage storage rooms. He was drawing, or more accurately, creating seals. In the end, Nar was an Uzumaki, and Manato had decided that if Nar were to learn the shinobi arts, then the first thing he should learn was sealing. As of now, his Naru Chan still didn't seem to have all the fine motor skills required to create perfect seals. But Manato thought he could start Nar on recognizing them. So although the seals that Nar drew up now would have no real applications, they greatly helped him in understanding and remembering them. Can I take a break? Nar asked quietly as he finished up the seal, letting out a wide yawn which almost made his face disappear. Manato smiled. The truth of the matter was Nar found ceiling very boring and had actually fought Manato the first time the elder blonde had suggested teaching it to him. Still, it was the Uzumaki birthright and one more thing that would connect Nar to his mother, and Manado could not deny that. His son was free to become a bridgebuer if he so desired. But Nar becoming a master in ceiling was something that Manado would not budge on. Thankfully, all it took was a few carefully placed words about how Hokag would know the basics to ceiling and a few given images of what ceiling could do that convinced Nar the art might just be worth it. It didn't mean that a 4-year-old boy could stand it most of the time, though. Sure, Narut, Manado said softly, because he did believe that they had done enough for the day. "What would you like to do now?" Nar shook his head to indicate that he didn't know, but did look around with wide blue eyes for anything that might catch his attention. Unfortunately, there was nothing out of the usual, only the regular bustle of Konaha and the occasional tourist taking photos. The tiny blonde frowned, leaning his chin against the table and puffing out his cheeks. There truly wasn't a lot they could do while they were outside. Many of the games Manato and Nar played required space for themselves, and Nar was embarrassed to do the motions in front of the villagers of Konaha. He had gotten dirty looks the last time he had done it, more so than usual, and that made Nar shy of being too loud in public. "Hey, I know," Manato said as a sudden idea hit him. His best games usually appeared in such a manner, as did his flashes of brilliance for new seal constructs. He always had half-formed ideas and thoughts floating around in his head. And when they were ready to be born into the outside world, they connected themselves automatically. Nar perked up, having become used to Manado's unexpected inspirations and knowing what they meant. "Do you want to be a detective for today?" Manato asked mischievously, winking at his child, even though he knew Naru Chan couldn't see it. Naruto's eyes grew wide as he sat up in awe like detective mouse. Manato nodded seriously. Yes, Nar. Exactly like Detective Mouse. Except even better, maybe. Nar squirmed in his seat, looking anxiously around, but there are no mysteries. Sure there are, Naruch Chan. You see that lady who just walked by? What can you tell me about her? Nar squinted. Manato sent him an image of the lady he was thinking of. And with a Oh. Nar followed her with his eyes. She was a tall, graceful woman who wore a long cotton dress. Her clothing still had some sheen to them. Silver dangled from her neck and peaked through the veil of her long dark hair as she moved, reflecting the late afternoon sun. Occasionally, she stopped and greeted some others on the streets. Despite the fact that she was carrying multiple bags that were full to the brim, Nar watched watched until she disappeared from sight, eyes wide as he tried to collect all the information that he could. Manato coughed and decided that he should give an example first. All right, now listen closely. That lady is a woman of middle class who recently became involved with a man of higher social standing. You can tell because the type of fabric she wears is inexpensive but not worn out, meaning that she can afford different types of clothing. However, the necklace and earrings she had were pure silver, which means that somebody wealthy go them for her. The only type of person whom a woman would accept such expensive gifts from is a bow. She was carrying bags of groceries, meaning that she had just gone shopping. More than that, the contents of her bags were quite full, meaning that she likely only shops once a week or so rather than a little everyday. She is a person who likes to do things conveniently. This is exemplified by her clothing, which is a set that is opportune for moving around in. However, the clothing is of average style, meaning that this woman has no wish to stand out and would be perfectly content being a normal housewife. She held herself very well, which shows that she's confident in herself. Her shoulders were thrown back and her chin was tilted up. She also showed no signs of paranoia such as a constant shifting of the eyes which shows that she feels very safe within the village. She is goal oriented because she did not look around the street for things other than her destination. And the only time she greeted someone was when they were in her path or when they had greeted her first. She's also a very strong woman, probably having experienced some hardships growing up. I would say that she's the firstborn child of her family. She did not ask for anybody's help despite her heavy bags. Even though she stopped and greeted a few of the people on the street. That also shows that she is social since despite the fact that she has heavy bags, she still makes time for other people. If you ask around, you will probably find that this lady is very wellliked and the opinion of her is generally good. Manato paused, wondering if he had dumped too much information on Naruch Chan all at once. Naruto's eyes had turned a little glassy. Manato decided that it was enough for now, even if he had only made surface observations. After all, Nar hadn't quite learned how to read body language yet, let the slight tension to the woman's neck muscles, which bespoke of personal problems she was probably ignoring. So, Naruch Chan, want to try? Manato asked gently. Naruto's eyes regained his focus and he nodded enthusiastically. Okay, great. Manado smiled. Now, Naruch Chan, remember that these are all assumptions and you should never think that all your assumptions are correct, but they are good observations to make nonetheless. However, don't forget to revise your profile every time you find a new fact. All right. There was a pause as Narut mulled over his words and then he gave another slower nod to show that he understood. Like if she said Dad Dear was a daddy, Dendier's no bow. Manato smiled faintly. He hadn't quite explained to Nar yet that even if a woman had a husband, that didn't necessarily mean that there couldn't be a lover. Still, Nar did not need to know that at this stage of life. That's exactly right, Naru Chan. Okay, I got it. Great Naru Chan. Manato beaned. Really? His Nar was so smart. Okay, what can you tell me about that man over there? He sent the appropriate picture. It was a man in his mid-40s with a big blustering figure and a merry smile on his face as he talked to one of the vendors. He was leaning across the front of the stall, slapping the vendor's arm every once in a while. The vendor himself was talking amiably but throwing an annoyed glance at the man's hand every time it left the man's vicinity. The man also wore regular cotton, though his was stained with dirt and had the look of being washed many times. His hair was cropped short and he spoke with an accent that bespoke of poor education. Nevertheless, he was happy enough. H Nar made a noise of concentration as he squinted and then he gave a decisive nod. Manado took this as his cue that Nar was done. He had gathered as much as he could about the man and now it was Naruto's turn to show off. "What did you see?" Naru Chan. "He's big," Nar replied. "That means um he probably eats a lot. His clothes are um normal, so he's not a lord or something. He's smiling, which means that he's happy, but he hits his friend a lot, and they don't look like they're training, which means that he's not very nice. Manado couldn't help it. He laughed. Nar frowned slightly. "Sorry, sorry," Manato said, barely holding down his chuckles. "While it wasn't quite what he was expecting, he couldn't say that it was wrong. Besides, this was Naruto's first time doing this type of thing. You're completely right, Naruch Chan. Good job. I'm proud of you. Nar beamed at the praise. He looked around some more, practically bouncing in his seat in his excitement. Next one. Next one. Manato smiled softly and gave the next person whom Nar was to observe to his boy. First though, he told Nar everything that he had seen. They went about the game for an hour with Nar improving slowly but surely every single time. By the end of it, Naruto's throat was going dry and Manato decided that it was time to end the game. Naruto's excitement dissolved and he looked back at his pencil and papers for Lornly. He evidently didn't want to go back to ceiling. Manado could only shake his head. He didn't quite understand how his and Kusha's son could dislike ceiling, but maybe it was just the fact that Nar couldn't do anything cool with it yet. Manato could definitely see Kosa blowing a casket at learning the basics. He decided that Nar could use a break. Although technically the detective game had been a break from ceiling, it was also quite a learning experience. Even if Nar didn't realize it. Nar could use some time for real wasteful fun. How about you just draw for a bit? Manado said gently. You haven't done that for a while. Besides, it might help with Naruto's motor skills. Although Manado had been teaching Nar the basic seals, which Nar could remember well enough, Nar still couldn't quite illustrate them down well enough for them to work. Naruto's face instantly cleared up as he picked up his pencil enthusiastically and got to work. Okay. Manado chuckled and turned his attention away. Although Naruto's attention was focused solely on his drawing now, Manado could still spot people from Naruto's peripheral. He had long mastered dividing his and Naruto's attention. Now that he wasn't focused on what he might teach Nar. Manado couldn't help but allow the hour of the detective game get to him. It had been a while since he had consciously observed people like that. In the orphanage, Nar hadn't gotten to see many people. So Manato's skill in that area had diminished. However, he hadn't noticed how much until he had consciously been trying to find things about people today and had noticed many things that he hadn't noticed subconsciously. Before he had sealed himself within Nar, he would have noticed all the things that he said and thought today without even thinking about it. It would have just been in the back of his mind, only brought up again when he needed the information. Now, it seemed as if that skill had been lost in his years of isolation with Naru Chan. Still, even as he spoke, he had felt the skill coming back to him. And it was only now that Manado realized how useful it would be to be able to do that again. While he personally couldn't make use of it, perhaps he could use it to help Nar find friends and later avoid enemies. So while Nar drew, Manado focused on the people passing, trying valiantly to figure out everything he could about them before they disappeared from his sight. That is until Naruto's excited voice drew him out of his thoughts. Look, look, Nar cried, throwing down his pencil and pointing one stubby finger at the picture he had been working on. Look what I drew. Bonado refocused on Nar and smiled at the picture. Ah, that's an excellent lion, Nar. Naruto's smile drooped. It's not a lion. Oh, he had been sure he had gotten it right. Nar had drawn a lion the last time after all. Tiger. No, elephant. He supposed that those squiggles over there could be a tail, and those triangles did look awfully like ears. No, centipede. Perhaps the triangles weren't ears, but rather eyes. The lines that he had assumed to connect to make four legs could very well be multiple legs which had unfortunately gotten entangled. "No," Manato struggled to think of another animal that might resemble Naruto's figure on the paper. "He was drawing a blank." "Yo," Kakashi said cheerily as he seemingly popped out of nowhere. He leaned over the side of Naru<unk>'s table. His eye was curved upwards into that upside down U again. He glanced at Naruto's drawing. Aw, that's a nice squirrel, Naruch Chan. Naruto's face twitched and then scrunched and then the most horrible noise erupted from his lungs. W friends forever and 8 months Konaha Eastside Park. Nar fiddled with the edge of his shirt, looking out from behind his tree nervously. He took a few deep breaths, telling himself to calm down, and then he stepped out. He couldn't be a chicken, he told himself, because daddy wouldn't want a chicken for a son. and Kakashi Nissan would be ashamed of a coward for a brother. Nar thought maybe the two were too nice to say it, but he didn't want to risk them not loving him anymore because he was a chicken. Today was his first day in a playground outside of the orphanage. Actually, Nar didn't remember being in a playground before, but the flashes of sand and grass did seem familiar to him. At the orphanage, he'd always hid behind the pillars to look at the other children play. He did not know why, but he always had a dreadful feeling associated with the playground, and the orphanage grounds offered no shelter from the glares of the nurses. Gathering all the courage he could in his little body, Nar walked as confidently as he could towards the main grounds. This playground had a set of swings and a slide, as well as a large cage thingy that had a lot of fun-l lookinging things attached, like a firepole and a rope climb. There were kids scattered everywhere and parents chatting amicably on the benches. Nar took a deep breath and looked around for any group of children who looked like they could use another playmate. His eyes passed over a pineapple attached to a boy playing tag with a bunch of others, a short and black-haired girl who was bragging loudly to a crowd of wide-eyed children, and clusters of various others who had formed groups of two or three. There was one boy, however, who didn't seem to have been claimed by any of the other groups. He was chasing a dog and had funny triangles on his face, but he looked very fun and he might still want to play. Naruto's face brightened and he took a step towards the boy with the dog when suddenly something else caught his eye. A pink-haired girl who he had assumed was having fun with two other girls had started crying. She had her face in her hands and tears leaking out from between her fingers, but the other two girls who were with her did not start comforting her. Instead, they were grinning maliciously. Nar frowned. "I think they're bullying her," Daddy said, speaking up for the first time since they got to the park. "Sometimes." Nar wondered if Daddy could read minds because he always saw through Naruto's lack of understanding. That means ah, those two girls aren't being nice to the last one. Oh. Oh. Naruto's eyes widened in understanding. He knew plenty of people who weren't nice to him, and he didn't like the feeling one bit. He recalled that at those times he had always wanted someone to notice him and to approach him and to assure him that it was not the whole world which was against him. Be you but they're her age. The only people who had been mean to Nar were the really tall people and the really old people. Usually if Nar was able to find one of the other orphans without the nurses around, they get to play a good game. Daddy sighed sadly. Children can be cruel as well. Remember that adults were once children too. Nar paused for a long moment, contemplating that, and then he puffed out his chest. It's not right. Daddy hummed, but there was a smile in his voice. No, indeed it isn't, Naru Chan. Nar nodded to himself and marched over to the three girls. They were sitting on the grass fields some distance away, but Nar was used to running around the forest, and the walk seemed like nothing. He stopped in front of them, coughing to get their attention. The two girls who had been laughing with each other looked up, blinking as suddenly their territory was invaded by a blond-haired stranger. The pink-haired girl hiccuped once and tried to stem her crying as she also looked up, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "Hey," Nar said, crossing his pudgy little arms in front of his chest. "Leave her alone." There was a moment of silence in which the three tried to process what exactly he was demanding. The pink-haired girl seemed to be the one to understand first because she allowed her hands to drop from his face and smiled brilliantly at him. One of the bullies blinked and sniffed. She got up in one wobbly motion and brushed off her skirt, her nose in the air. Well, Kura Chan wa geing boring anyway. Let go, Metha. The other girl nodded enthusiastically and also tottered to her feet. The two stood there for a moment looking as if they were waiting for something. There was a pregnant pause and then the girls looked at each other and one shifted guilty. Without another word, the two turned and vacated the area. What was that all about? Nar muttered to himself, adequately confused. They wanted you to invite them to play, Nar, Daddy said gently, though there was an amused undertone in his voice. Oh, for a moment, Nar felt a keen sense of loss. He would have loved to play. He debated running after the two, but then a loud sniffle caught his attention and he remembered the crying girl. He couldn't leave her alone. Whenever he cried, Daddy always tried to comfort him. And then he felt loads better. He thought it was only fair if he tried to make other people feel loads better, too. "You okay?" he asked the pink-haired girl plopping down beside her. For a moment, she just stared at him, and that made him feel weird. But her stare wasn't cold at all, so he thought he could deal with it. Finally, she nodded, still sniffing. Ye. Yeah, thank yous. Nar beamed, although he had no idea what he was being thanked for. Still, he knew his manners, and he knew exactly what to say. You're welcome. There was a pause in which none of them really said anything. Nar shifted, uncomfortable with the silence. He thought back to what he said and realized that he hadn't actually done anything that daddy usually did at all. He tried to think of what to say. Um, is anything wrong? Nar finally asked and at the girl's confused look, waved his arms empathetically. I mean, you were seeing. Oh. Oh. The girl looked down fiddling with the edge of her sundress. I Nobody will play with me, so I was sad. Nar frowned at that. He knew exactly how it felt when nobody would play with. That's all right then. I will play with you. Nar stopped in the middle of his declaration when he realized that he didn't actually know the girl's name. How silly. He jumped up, grinning. I'm Nar. What's your WR name? The girl's mouth opened and closed, and then she too bowed in greeting. M Sakura. But but I don't know if you want to play with me. Why is that? Nar asked, curious. I I've got a big forehead. Sakura said, her eyes suspiciously shiny. Wow. Nar had read that princesses had shiny eyes, but he hadn't been able to imagine it before. Your Aprs, Sakura Chan, Nar said happily, spontaneously hugging the girl. While he hadn't actually been hugged much in his life, his daddy always gave him images of him being hugged. And besides that, he had read that hugging was what friends and family were supposed to do. Sakura stiffened in his arms. "Huh? You are a p W I N C E S." Narudo said to himself in amazement as he stood up again. And then he grinned and struck a pose, so I'll be your knight. Let's go find the super secret medicine for the queen, Princess Sakura Chan. Sakura blinked and blinked again, and then she giggled and also stood. Can I be a magical pws who has special powers? Of course, Sakura Chan, Narut exclaimed. And our enemy will be a meanie warlock who stole all of our cookies. Oh no, Sakura gasped, looking horrified for real. Not my mom's cookies. They're the best. Yeah, so we've got to go and pick a bone with that guy. Nar agreed, shaking his fist at seemingly nothing. With one smooth motion, he grabbed onto Sakura's hand and started dragging her to the playground. Come on, we've got no time to waste. Even though he said that the adventure was harsh, monkey bars became bridges across lava pits. Slides became escape tunnels and flowers became evil fairies who were secretly working for the warlock. Nar had never had so much fun in his life. When it was finally time to go, and Sakura's mom had come to pick her up, Nar almost felt like crying. But Sakura Chan Nar complained, "We didn't get to the secret medicine yet." Sakura only giggled even as her mother dragged her away by the same hand that Nar had held while they raced across the Konaha ravines. Then then we<unk>ll get it next time, Naru Chan. Nar instantly brightened and he was almost able to ignore the fact that Sakura's mother didn't seem to like him, just like none of the other mothers had liked him. All right, Sakura Chan, see you next time. But there never was a next time despite what Sakura had promised. When Narut went to the park for a 10th day and still found no sign of Sakura Chan, he knew that something was wrong. Yisn she coming? Nar whispered sadly. He hadn't realized he had asked it aloud, but apparently he had because daddy answered. His voice was beyond gentle. Hey, Naruch Chan, I'll give you permission to use some of the money Kakashi Nissan gave you. All right, let's go get some ice cream. Nar didn't really want ice cream. He wanted Sakura Chan back. While it had been really fun playing with the other children, it had been different with Sakura Chan. Nobody had been able to keep up with his adventures before, and she had even said that she wanted to see him again. Had that been a lie, or had Sakura's mommy just forced her away like all the nurses did with the orphanage children? It was really unfair. He didn't know why mommies and daddies could be so mean. His daddy wasn't like that at all, and Nar thought that they should all take some lessons from him. And that thought reminded him. Even if he did not have a friend, he did have the best daddy in the world. All right, ice cream. Nar chirped, turning away from the playground and skipping towards the Konaha marketplace. He wasn't really feeling all right, but his daddy was trying his best to cheer Nar up. The little blonde was not stupid. He knew that daddy would never offer him sugar regularly. But Nar thought that maybe, just maybe, he would be all right because he could be for his daddy. A moment in time and 11 months Tui's ramen stand, Yakushi Kabuto was not having a good day. For all intents and purposes, he should have been having a good day since he had just recently passed the Jennine exams, which so few were able to do, but he could not bring it in himself to be content. His teammates were both members of a clan, and while the clans were both minor ones, his teammates did not seem to get the hint and constantly lorded it over him. They also made a lot of unsavory, not so subtle comments relating to the past he had before he met the captain of the medical corps. It made him angry. Kabuto shifted on the stool that was his seat. Light frown making its way across his features as he leaned in more closely to the stand at which he was sitting. The only reason Kabuto had not lashed out at the two yet was because he knew his father would not want him to. Kabuto owed that man everything. Yakushi Genre had taught Kabuto to be calm and patient in situations like this and Kabuto was loathed to disappoint him. Added to that, Kabuto was very much aware of the fact that Genre had pulled a lot of strings to get Kabuto to graduate. While Konahad did not do something as wasteful as pre-choosing the candidates that were set to become Shinobi, they did rig the teams so that the clan children were more likely to pass. Civilian teams still passed the Jennine exams every once in a while, but it was very rare and only happened when there was exceptional talent. Clan children had been raised as shinobi all their lives, and sticking three clan children together was a sure way to make a workable Jennine. Either way, it benefited Konaha. Genre, of course, was one of those civilian exceptions, but he had seen it fit to give Kabuto the best chances possible. Kabuto was an intelligent boy and all of this he gathered from easedropping and gathering random tidbits of information. He knew that his father had done everything that he could to get Kabuto on the team that he was on now. He also knew that if Genre hadn't done such a thing, Kabuto would have probably failed the Jennine exams and ended up staying back another year. It didn't make Kabuto feel any better, though. He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of a loud crash somewhere behind him and then childish laughter which split the air. Almost automatically, Kabutoo turned to look just in time to see what appeared to be a fair-haired four-year-old laughing in apology at the street lamp he had just knocked over. With a shake of his head, Kabutoo turned back to the stands, but not before catching the disgusted looks the people around had shot at the child for doing something so stupid. Nar, the ramen stand owner, called out cheerfully, and Kabutoo was confused for a moment on why the cook was shouting out an ingredient to the world. And then the owner, leaned over the side of his stand, and Kabuto realized that it was a greeting. Tui San, the blonde, exclaimed back with an equal vigor, scrambling to the nearest empty stool. Unfortunately, it happened to be the one beside Kabuto's. Kabuto barely restrained a sigh. It was obvious that the stand owner and the child knew each other, and he had little wish to be caught in between what was bound to be an exuberant exchange. Ah, it was just then that the stand owner's attention turned back to Kabuto. Have you ordered yet? Kabuto shook his head. No, not yet. I was still thinking over what I wanted. This was the first time he'd ever been to a ramen stand. It was part of the reason he was here in the first place. Nobody would expect him to be here and hence he was less likely to be found and be forced through conversations he did not particularly desire at the moment. You should order me so the little boy named Nar whispered conspiratorally. It's the bestest. Kabuto's lips twitched into an amused grin. He had no idea whose kid escaped from them. But he did have to admit this little Nar was cute. Maybe it wasn't so bad that the child had chosen to take a seat next to him. Is that so? Uh-huh. Nar nodded like it was the most serious thing in the world. As all kids were want to do. Tui chuckled, reaching over across the stand and ruffling the child's hair. Little Nar here likes to help out. He's always giving new customers advice on what to order. Nar basked in the hair ruffling. The beam on his face brighter than Fire Country's son. Everything you have is good, but your miso is still the best. And I'm not so little anymore, Tui San. I'm nearly five. The last was said with a bit of a pound. Tui and Kabuto shared a look of amusement. Kabuto did order miso in the end. He couldn't really see a reason not to, and true to Naruto's word, it was rather delicious. "This is good," Kabuto said with a smile as he looked to the smaller boy. "You're not bad at choosing these things," Narut Chan. "I think I might come to eat Chiaku's more often." "You should. You should." The child beamed. The food is really, really good, but Tui San is goodter. Kabutoo chuckled at the reply, but he thought he understood where Narut was coming from. There was a strange sense of peace and acceptance that he got at the ramen stand, though he hadn't noticed it before because he was so focused on his thoughts. It was almost like being back home in the library, where he knew that nobody would disturb him. They chatted for a little while longer. Tui had long since gone to help other customers, but Kabutoo didn't mind. Talking with the four-year-old was fun. He was very amusing, and sometimes he had interesting viewpoints. It was a Shinobi village, though, so soon their conversation hit a dangerous patch. Naruto's eyes widened at Kabutoo's humorous reiteration about what one of his teachers had done during his graduation exam. The eye widening hadn't, however, been because of what Kabutoo thought it would be. Wow, you're a ninja. Kabuto's smile tightened. The disastrous meeting with his teammates still fresh in his mind, only since a few days ago. I'm afraid I can't tell you any exciting stories yet. The four-year-old surprisingly seemed to pick up on his unease because in the next moment he was frowning. Kabuto said, "Don't you want to be a ninja?" Kabutoo let out a breath. Now, wasn't that a loaded question? Being a shinobi wasn't nearly as glamorous as everybody thought it was. He'd worked under Genray long enough to know that, helping out his father at the hospital. Kabuto had seen the freshly minted Shinobi and the veterans alike being carried home in stretchers, missing parts of their bodies or sometimes worse, parts of their minds. He'd nearly given up on the prospect of becoming a shinobi then, if it weren't for the fact that he wanted to prove himself different from his previous village. As it was, he felt the need to serve Konaha wholeheartedly, to show his father that he hadn't been wrong in saving Kabuto. "It's not about want," Kabuto said carefully. "I didn't choose this profession to gain happiness. If he wanted happiness, he might have chosen to open a flower shop similar to the one the Yamanakas owned. He did love tending to plants. They never judged him, and they gave him back the same amount of love that he put into them. But treating a flower shop would never give his father back the honor that he'd lost the day he decided to adopt Kabuto. Flowers were at best momentos to the deceased, and Genre's legacy would forever be preventing death and the need for flowers. The look on Naruto's face was nearly heartbroken. But if you're ninja, everyone will love you. Don't you think you'll be happy being loved? Kabuto chucked bitterly. I don't think it works like that. Narly shook his head in response. Nuh-uh. It will so work like that. Everyone will see that you're trying super hard and then they'll be touched and then they'll love you. I'm not saying that it'll be easy, but it'll happen. Believe it. Kabuto looked at the little blonde child and his innocent cherub face. If you still believe that in 8 years when you're a jennon, then I might start listening to you. That thought brought home exactly how young Nar was. I can't believe I'm arguing with a 4-year-old. Kabuto muttered. I'm almost five," Nar protested, holding up five chubby fingers as if that somehow supported his point. "Right, right," Kabuto said as if he were only humoring the other boy. But he did have to admit that it certainly didn't feel like he was arguing with a 4-year-old. Nar probably had more intelligence than both of his teammates combined. Oh, yes, he was feeling vicious. that somehow got them off the topic of shinobi and onto areas of conversation Kabutoo had no idea even existed. Before he knew it, his noodles were finished and the cup had long since grown cold. They were in the middle of an interesting variation of I spy when Nar suddenly cut himself off and puffed out his cheeks. He looked for a moment as if he were arguing with himself and then his face fell dramatically. What's the matter? Oh, Naruto said morosely. I need to get going. Time passed really quick today, didn't it? The matron at the orphanage is putting everyone to sleep soon, and I have to be back before then, or else I might wake people up, and then she'll be mad. Kabuto blinked at the confusing order of events and Naruto's logic. He sighed. He supposed that no matter how intelligent Nar was, he was still a child. Your matron is just worried about you, Kabuto assured with the faintest hint of a smile. Trust me, I know. My father is like that, too. He never wants me to stay out too late because he's afraid that I'll get kidnapped or something. Nar just gave him a long sad look. Daddies are the bestest, aren't they? Nar asked quietly before hopping off his stood and giving Kabuto a wave of goodbye. Come here again? Kabuto watched the blonde leave carefully and couldn't help but come to a startling revelation. The eyes that followed Nar, they were the same as the ones that followed him. That's all for now. If you want to see next part then please like this video and subscribe my channel. Thank you.