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Chapter 3 Aburame Clan
Aburame Clan (Present Day)
‘Their freaks!’ said one villager, ‘Creepy weirdoes,’ he added in a disgusted sneer ‘Eyes are the window to the soul they hide their eyes; there must be something truly dark inside them.’
‘I believe it.’ Another remarked referring to a recent promotion of one the Clan’s members ‘Can someone from that Clan truly deserve such a title without some kind of mind control Jutsu.” He looked around darkly nodding for agreement. ‘Is there one person in Konaho, who can testify to any of those above Genin level ninja techniques this boy is supposed to possess?’ he said suspiciously.
The barmaid slammed her hand on the bar ‘Next they’ll make him a Jonin!’ she fumed angrily.
Her exclamation followed by more disapproving rants and calls for more sake.
Regardless the success of the Aburame Clan, the consensus remained among the villagers that any ninja who would allow insects to dwell within their body, is a little more bizarre than they could accept.
The six-teen year old, Shino stood at the top of one of the higher trees in Konaho, looking towards the only road that led out or into the village. He crouched down and reflected sadly on what had occurred, when Uzumaki Naruto had finally returned home. He held on to the hope that once his term with the feudal lord is completed, he would return to a home where Naruto existed. Shino had his reasons to be withdrawn, he knew that in Konaho the Aburame Clan are not respected it is a deep seeded resentment. He detested drawing uninvited attention to himself preferring to decide when in addition to how he revealed himself. However, at a height of six-foot three-inches and a weight of one hundred and seventy-five pounds many people found him difficult to ignore.
Do to the additional attention, his short temper became shorter; not that he usually acted on his anger, but since his return, he took a greater pleasure in delivering punishment. Shino had awaited Naruto’s return for ten months; however, to him it felt like an eternity. Spending two years with the Feudal Lord was a suitable distraction; he learned much about government, diplomatic negotiations, and creating the right alliances.
‘How long have I watched him? It is difficult to remember a time when I have not recognized Uzumaki Naruto, in truth it feels like he has always been my most important person. After seeing he was able to graduate, I knew my conclusion was correct, there is a lot more to Uzumaki Naruto than he shows the world. My thoughts continue to contemplate different ways to begin a conversation, allowing myself to imagine how he would respond and how I would respond. Lingering unnoticed in his proximity, watching him brought peace to my restless mind and troubled heart. I asked myself thousands of times, without a clear answer; my heart was helplessly bound and my soul desired to be with him.’
‘Their freaks!’ said one villager, ‘Creepy weirdoes,’ he added in a disgusted sneer ‘Eyes are the window to the soul they hide their eyes; there must be something truly dark inside them.’
‘I believe it.’ Another remarked referring to a recent promotion of one the Clan’s members ‘Can someone from that Clan truly deserve such a title without some kind of mind control Jutsu.” He looked around darkly nodding for agreement. ‘Is there one person in Konaho, who can testify to any of those above Genin level ninja techniques this boy is supposed to possess?’ he said suspiciously.
The barmaid slammed her hand on the bar ‘Next they’ll make him a Jonin!’ she fumed angrily.
Her exclamation followed by more disapproving rants and calls for more sake.
Regardless the success of the Aburame Clan, the consensus remained among the villagers that any ninja who would allow insects to dwell within their body, is a little more bizarre than they could accept.
The six-teen year old, Shino stood at the top of one of the higher trees in Konaho, looking towards the only road that led out or into the village. He crouched down and reflected sadly on what had occurred, when Uzumaki Naruto had finally returned home. He held on to the hope that once his term with the feudal lord is completed, he would return to a home where Naruto existed. Shino had his reasons to be withdrawn, he knew that in Konaho the Aburame Clan are not respected it is a deep seeded resentment. He detested drawing uninvited attention to himself preferring to decide when in addition to how he revealed himself. However, at a height of six-foot three-inches and a weight of one hundred and seventy-five pounds many people found him difficult to ignore.
Do to the additional attention, his short temper became shorter; not that he usually acted on his anger, but since his return, he took a greater pleasure in delivering punishment. Shino had awaited Naruto’s return for ten months; however, to him it felt like an eternity. Spending two years with the Feudal Lord was a suitable distraction; he learned much about government, diplomatic negotiations, and creating the right alliances.
‘How long have I watched him? It is difficult to remember a time when I have not recognized Uzumaki Naruto, in truth it feels like he has always been my most important person. After seeing he was able to graduate, I knew my conclusion was correct, there is a lot more to Uzumaki Naruto than he shows the world. My thoughts continue to contemplate different ways to begin a conversation, allowing myself to imagine how he would respond and how I would respond. Lingering unnoticed in his proximity, watching him brought peace to my restless mind and troubled heart. I asked myself thousands of times, without a clear answer; my heart was helplessly bound and my soul desired to be with him.’