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Category:
Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,766
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Routine Training Mission
Breaking the Seal
The Routine Training Mission
By Pat Squared
________________________________________
Disclaimer:
In response to reviews, I will be the first to admit that I have taken the liberty of departing somewhat from the world of Naruto that some of you know so well in the name of literary license. It is not because I am upset at the direction taken by the producers of Naruto, but rather to have things work out for this tale.
Examples:
(1) The Third Hokage did not die. Instead he had a heart attack and stepped down from running the village. Tsunade, the Fifth Hokage runs the village, while the Third Hokage runs the academy and once in a while advises his former pupil, Tsunade.
(2) Naruto and Sakura are still in Team Seven as chunin.
(3) Sakura Haruno will drop out of the medic-nin training program and so is not a fully qualified medic-nin.
(4) I alternate between time lines.
Although the events in Naruto’s lifetime obviously came before his daughter, Keiko’s lifetime the events of Naruto’s life have an impact upon his child’s life. I hoped that it’s clear from what is occurring in the chapters which timeframe the events depicted take place. I apologize for any confusion in advance.
________________________________________
Keiko, My daughter,
One day, you will have to face the demons of our past.
Seventeen years before you were born, the nine-tailed demon fox attacked the village of Konohagakure. Its power was too terrible to confront directly. With a single swish of one of its tails, the demon fox could summon a tsunami or cause the mountains to slide into the sea. However, the villagers had no choice, but to fight the demon fox.
Many died, but in the end, the Fourth Hokage, the Yellow Leaf Flash, sacrificed his life to seal the spirit of the fox in a newborn child, Naruto Uzumaki. Due to a decree by the Third Hokage, Sarutobi Sasuke, no one was allowed to mention the attack even to their kids, but those that survived the demon-fox’s attack hated the child and their children hated him in turn, even when they did not know why.
I was not yet born when the demon fox nearly destroyed our village. However, I grew up watching a boy hated by all risk everything to save the very people that spat upon his name. I am Sakura Haruno and this is a story that I must keep from you my child until you are old enough to understand what fate has in store for you.
It was the fifth day of the tenth month when Kakashi Hatake, the copy ninja and the sensei who guided Team Seven during our genin days, came to us with what appeared to be another routine B-rank training mission. However, you will learn one day that there is no such thing as a routine mission. It's alway the routine mission that gets people killed.
There were reports of monsters attacking the refugees that settled near the village of Aoiyama (Red Mountain), in a distant prefecture north of ours. These creatures of the night stole their victims in the dead of night despite numerous guards and leaving only a bloody claw-print on the heath stones of their victim’s home. Even one of the nieces of the village chieftain was kidnapped.
Our agents in the cities reported that none of the girls yet appeared in the brothels of the city nor were their any whispers of young boys or girls being sold to foreigners in the closed ports. There were no ransom demands.
This mission was a little advance for a team of chunin, but your father and I were chunin for a couple of years and soon would take our promotional examinations for jonin. Also, unlike the more experience ninjas, we never have done a mission in the area and therefore did not risk discovery of being recognized by the locals from a previous mission.
Kakashi told us that as long as we kept our wits about us, that we were more than ready and the only thing that was holding us back was the tradition that the team had to take the test together when the youngest of us would turn eighteen.
Once there were three genin in Team Seven, but one fell into the ways of darkness and split off to seek his own path to power. The one who stayed loyal was your father, Naruto. Naruto was known for his many pranks and his insatiable love of ramen. He was known for being a braggart always ending his brags with the words, believe it. I remembered when he painted graffiti on the statues of the first four Hokages. He used to tell, brag to anyone who listened that he would one day be the greatest of the Hokage. The adults with a few exceptions hated him and most of the children of the village inherited their parent’s legacy. Our sensei Kakashi Katake dubbed Naruto the “Number One, Loudest, Unpredictable, Hyperactive, Knuckleheaded Ninja of Konoha.”
Five years of traveling together, one cannot help but get to know one’s companions.
During the time we escorted the bridge builder, I encountered the power of nine-tail demon fox and knew why the other villagers hated Naruto so much. I watched as he grew up and learned to tame some of the powers of the demon fox inside of him. I watched as he repeatedly risked his life to save his friends and even the villagers that hated him for being Kyuubi's host.
For this mission, Naruto and I posed as refugees from the civil war up in the north. He was acting the role of a toymaker apprentice whose master was killed and I was the toymaker’s only child. The story covered up a multitude of faults in the way Naruto and I interacted. We knew each other too well and yet we were not lovers. Being the daughter of his master, I would have known him for the duration of his apprenticeship and yet could act like he was just a little brother without having to claim kinship. Also a toymaker would have reason for having a set of finely crafted tools among which we can hide our weapons and tools.
Kakashi-sensei could not come with us as he knew some of the refugees, but had to wait in the nearby hills. With his Tracking Fang Jitsu, he would search for any signs of the creature’s presence while Naruto and I would gather information from the villagers.
As usual, Naruto forgot all about the mission the instant he spotted the ramen vendor at the crossroads. Naruto and ramen were like yin and yang. You could not have one without the other.
“Sakura, you got to have some of this ramen. They got every kind of topping. It’s delicious, believe me!” he mumbled in between slurps.
I had my lifetime ration of ramen in the first year in the field with Naruto and instead ordered some vegetable tempura, sunomono, and steamed rice. I watched as he devoured four bowls and blew half our coins on a large takeout order.
“Naruto, we can’t afford another meal! Remember, we have to pay for rent and the stuff for our new house.”
“Don’t worry, we are rich, believe me! I had the clones already make a bunch of toys. I even sold some to the store back in the village before we started our journey and already made a bunch more to sell in the marketplace when we arrived. We have plenty of coins.”
I wanted to thump him soundly over the head for holding out on me. Because I did not spend all my money on ramen like Naruto did, Kakashi-sensei put me in charge of the money, but Naruto never followed any paln without rebelling against some aspect of the rules. We had to be in character so I thumped him in the head and took his coins.
“Hurry up, I want to sleep in our new place tonight. I am sick and tired of picking out bugs out of my hair.”
Naruto deliberately started trotting to the village. He knew just what buttons to press just to get mer riled up.
He was now taller than me and to keep up with his trot I would have to run. However if I asked him to slow down, he would drive me crazy with some comment about how women, especially the pink haired variety did not know what they wanted – to go fast or slow.
I was nearly out of breath when we arrived in the village. Naruto went to the village chieftain who was obviously expecting an army of ninjas to hunt down and kill the creature responsible for the disappearances. However, I managed to calm both Naruto and the chieftain down before their yelling attracted the entire village by telling him that we had a contingent of ninjas hiding near by and the only reason they were not in was they were in the wilderness so not to spook out the creature before we found the lost villagers. Reluctantly, the chieftain agreed to let us living a very small hut on the edge of his rice fields as we did accomplish our mission.
It was late at night when we finished moving into the hut. It was one used for drying rice. It was small, smaller than a traditional teahouse, only three traditional tatami mats (six feet by nine feet total) in size with an overhanging thatched roof to shield our charcoal stove from the rain. It was small and quite intimate, but having lived together five years in the field, it did not matter. We were use to sharing a small space without the assorted emotions that one who has not traveled like we traveled would immediately imagine if you stuck two teens of opposite sex in a confined space.
“Get some sleep, Sakura. I will take the first watch.”
There was a far away look in his blue eyes, but I was too tired to stay awake.
"Good night, Naruto. Remember to fill the buckets with water so I can prepare the baths and our breakfast for tomorrow."
"Ramen."
I was too tired to argue, "Ramen, as long as I have plenty of water for a hot bath too."
I quickly fell asleep that night, not knowing that soon things would change between us or that our simple mission would forever change our destinies.
The Routine Training Mission
By Pat Squared
________________________________________
Disclaimer:
In response to reviews, I will be the first to admit that I have taken the liberty of departing somewhat from the world of Naruto that some of you know so well in the name of literary license. It is not because I am upset at the direction taken by the producers of Naruto, but rather to have things work out for this tale.
Examples:
(1) The Third Hokage did not die. Instead he had a heart attack and stepped down from running the village. Tsunade, the Fifth Hokage runs the village, while the Third Hokage runs the academy and once in a while advises his former pupil, Tsunade.
(2) Naruto and Sakura are still in Team Seven as chunin.
(3) Sakura Haruno will drop out of the medic-nin training program and so is not a fully qualified medic-nin.
(4) I alternate between time lines.
Although the events in Naruto’s lifetime obviously came before his daughter, Keiko’s lifetime the events of Naruto’s life have an impact upon his child’s life. I hoped that it’s clear from what is occurring in the chapters which timeframe the events depicted take place. I apologize for any confusion in advance.
________________________________________
Keiko, My daughter,
One day, you will have to face the demons of our past.
Seventeen years before you were born, the nine-tailed demon fox attacked the village of Konohagakure. Its power was too terrible to confront directly. With a single swish of one of its tails, the demon fox could summon a tsunami or cause the mountains to slide into the sea. However, the villagers had no choice, but to fight the demon fox.
Many died, but in the end, the Fourth Hokage, the Yellow Leaf Flash, sacrificed his life to seal the spirit of the fox in a newborn child, Naruto Uzumaki. Due to a decree by the Third Hokage, Sarutobi Sasuke, no one was allowed to mention the attack even to their kids, but those that survived the demon-fox’s attack hated the child and their children hated him in turn, even when they did not know why.
I was not yet born when the demon fox nearly destroyed our village. However, I grew up watching a boy hated by all risk everything to save the very people that spat upon his name. I am Sakura Haruno and this is a story that I must keep from you my child until you are old enough to understand what fate has in store for you.
It was the fifth day of the tenth month when Kakashi Hatake, the copy ninja and the sensei who guided Team Seven during our genin days, came to us with what appeared to be another routine B-rank training mission. However, you will learn one day that there is no such thing as a routine mission. It's alway the routine mission that gets people killed.
There were reports of monsters attacking the refugees that settled near the village of Aoiyama (Red Mountain), in a distant prefecture north of ours. These creatures of the night stole their victims in the dead of night despite numerous guards and leaving only a bloody claw-print on the heath stones of their victim’s home. Even one of the nieces of the village chieftain was kidnapped.
Our agents in the cities reported that none of the girls yet appeared in the brothels of the city nor were their any whispers of young boys or girls being sold to foreigners in the closed ports. There were no ransom demands.
This mission was a little advance for a team of chunin, but your father and I were chunin for a couple of years and soon would take our promotional examinations for jonin. Also, unlike the more experience ninjas, we never have done a mission in the area and therefore did not risk discovery of being recognized by the locals from a previous mission.
Kakashi told us that as long as we kept our wits about us, that we were more than ready and the only thing that was holding us back was the tradition that the team had to take the test together when the youngest of us would turn eighteen.
Once there were three genin in Team Seven, but one fell into the ways of darkness and split off to seek his own path to power. The one who stayed loyal was your father, Naruto. Naruto was known for his many pranks and his insatiable love of ramen. He was known for being a braggart always ending his brags with the words, believe it. I remembered when he painted graffiti on the statues of the first four Hokages. He used to tell, brag to anyone who listened that he would one day be the greatest of the Hokage. The adults with a few exceptions hated him and most of the children of the village inherited their parent’s legacy. Our sensei Kakashi Katake dubbed Naruto the “Number One, Loudest, Unpredictable, Hyperactive, Knuckleheaded Ninja of Konoha.”
Five years of traveling together, one cannot help but get to know one’s companions.
During the time we escorted the bridge builder, I encountered the power of nine-tail demon fox and knew why the other villagers hated Naruto so much. I watched as he grew up and learned to tame some of the powers of the demon fox inside of him. I watched as he repeatedly risked his life to save his friends and even the villagers that hated him for being Kyuubi's host.
For this mission, Naruto and I posed as refugees from the civil war up in the north. He was acting the role of a toymaker apprentice whose master was killed and I was the toymaker’s only child. The story covered up a multitude of faults in the way Naruto and I interacted. We knew each other too well and yet we were not lovers. Being the daughter of his master, I would have known him for the duration of his apprenticeship and yet could act like he was just a little brother without having to claim kinship. Also a toymaker would have reason for having a set of finely crafted tools among which we can hide our weapons and tools.
Kakashi-sensei could not come with us as he knew some of the refugees, but had to wait in the nearby hills. With his Tracking Fang Jitsu, he would search for any signs of the creature’s presence while Naruto and I would gather information from the villagers.
As usual, Naruto forgot all about the mission the instant he spotted the ramen vendor at the crossroads. Naruto and ramen were like yin and yang. You could not have one without the other.
“Sakura, you got to have some of this ramen. They got every kind of topping. It’s delicious, believe me!” he mumbled in between slurps.
I had my lifetime ration of ramen in the first year in the field with Naruto and instead ordered some vegetable tempura, sunomono, and steamed rice. I watched as he devoured four bowls and blew half our coins on a large takeout order.
“Naruto, we can’t afford another meal! Remember, we have to pay for rent and the stuff for our new house.”
“Don’t worry, we are rich, believe me! I had the clones already make a bunch of toys. I even sold some to the store back in the village before we started our journey and already made a bunch more to sell in the marketplace when we arrived. We have plenty of coins.”
I wanted to thump him soundly over the head for holding out on me. Because I did not spend all my money on ramen like Naruto did, Kakashi-sensei put me in charge of the money, but Naruto never followed any paln without rebelling against some aspect of the rules. We had to be in character so I thumped him in the head and took his coins.
“Hurry up, I want to sleep in our new place tonight. I am sick and tired of picking out bugs out of my hair.”
Naruto deliberately started trotting to the village. He knew just what buttons to press just to get mer riled up.
He was now taller than me and to keep up with his trot I would have to run. However if I asked him to slow down, he would drive me crazy with some comment about how women, especially the pink haired variety did not know what they wanted – to go fast or slow.
I was nearly out of breath when we arrived in the village. Naruto went to the village chieftain who was obviously expecting an army of ninjas to hunt down and kill the creature responsible for the disappearances. However, I managed to calm both Naruto and the chieftain down before their yelling attracted the entire village by telling him that we had a contingent of ninjas hiding near by and the only reason they were not in was they were in the wilderness so not to spook out the creature before we found the lost villagers. Reluctantly, the chieftain agreed to let us living a very small hut on the edge of his rice fields as we did accomplish our mission.
It was late at night when we finished moving into the hut. It was one used for drying rice. It was small, smaller than a traditional teahouse, only three traditional tatami mats (six feet by nine feet total) in size with an overhanging thatched roof to shield our charcoal stove from the rain. It was small and quite intimate, but having lived together five years in the field, it did not matter. We were use to sharing a small space without the assorted emotions that one who has not traveled like we traveled would immediately imagine if you stuck two teens of opposite sex in a confined space.
“Get some sleep, Sakura. I will take the first watch.”
There was a far away look in his blue eyes, but I was too tired to stay awake.
"Good night, Naruto. Remember to fill the buckets with water so I can prepare the baths and our breakfast for tomorrow."
"Ramen."
I was too tired to argue, "Ramen, as long as I have plenty of water for a hot bath too."
I quickly fell asleep that night, not knowing that soon things would change between us or that our simple mission would forever change our destinies.