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With Nothing On My Tongue

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Naruto scowled thoughtfully up at his darkened ceiling, mind running frantically over the events of the past day. He had failed the Academy exit exam for the third time, been tricked into stealing a Forbidden Scroll, been told about the Demon Fox, nearly gotten his teacher killed, beaten up a traitor, and finally, finally , won his right to wear a Konoha hitai-ate.

And then, as if that wasn't enough, he'd been snatched up by the scruff of his neck by Boar-san and carted off to the Hokage’s office like a sack of rice, despite his loudly voiced protests. He'd barely had time to see Deer-san and Crane-san bend over Iruka-sensei before he was taken away!

Then Hokage-jijii had asked him a lot of weird, serious questions, and then he'd been hustled off back to his apartment by Boar-san, who, although usually pretty willing to answer Naruto's questions, hadn't spoken a word except to order Naruto to stay inside.

All in all, it had been a very stressful day.

Naruto groaned miserably and rolled onto his front, burying his face into his pillow and wiggling around in embarrassment. He couldn’t believe he’d fallen for something so stupid! In what universe does stealing a Forbidden Scroll make sense as a special graduation exam?

I guess I just wanted to graduate so badly, he thought despondently. And Mizuki-sensei always just ignored me before, he never actually treated me badly like some of the other teachers. Because of the Nine-tailed Fox.

Reminded of his unwanted tenant, Naruto rolled back onto his back and wiggled up into a half-reclining position against his pillow, pulling his shirt up to bare his belly button. He’d seen the seal before, of course; twelve years of living on his own and getting into stressful situations had certainly activated it several times. But he’d never known what it was, and he’d never had anyone to ask, and so he’d assumed it was just something normal, nothing to worry about.

When he’d been younger and especially lonely, sometimes he pretended it was a protection from his parents, something that proved he’d been loved by someone at some point.

And now he knew that it was actually containing the creature who had killed his parents in the first place.

Realizing that he was absently tracing his fingers in a circle over the place where the seal appeared, Naruto frowned and clenched his hand into a fist, letting it fall with a soft flump onto the bed next to him.

“Iruka-sensei was right,” he told the empty room, injecting his voice with as much surety and confidence as he could. “Just because I contain the Fox doesn’t mean I am the Fox. I mean, I didn’t even know about him until today! If I was gonna hate the village and wanna destroy it, I would feel something like that, right? Right.”

But he should probably learn more about the seal, and what it meant for him. He really didn’t want the demon getting out, after all!

Which brought him to his next point of confusion for the evening: the forbidden jutsu he’d learned. In school Naruto had always been quite good at ninjutsu, memorizing hand seals and patterns quickly and easily, although for some reason he’d always struggled with the actual execution, as though his chakra was uncooperative and didn’t want to do what he told it to do. But he’d mastered the Kage Bunshin in a matter of hours, the seals coming to him almost effortlessly and his chakra moving through his body like a river. He’d felt a little drag on his energy when he’d created the horde that had pummeled Mizuki-sensei, but he’d been too focused on protecting Iruka at the time to really give it much thought, and he felt fine now, so whatever.

Now, though, Naruto really wished he’d tried to decipher more than just the seals needed to create the jutsu, and actually read the description of what it did, because he had some very weird sense memories that should be impossible for him to have. For example, the crunch Mizuki-sensei’s nose had made as his fist connected with it.

But Naruto hadn’t punched Mizuki-sensei in the nose. One of his clones had.

He also seemed to remember every angle of that fight, as though he’d seen it through multiple pairs of eyes.

Brow knitted in concentration, Naruto brought his hands up into Tiger. With a puff of white smoke, a carbon copy of himself appeared, right down to the stocking cap on his head and the sleepy look in his eyes.

“Can’t we sleep already?” the clone complained.

Naruto scowled at his double. “Not yet,” he told himself. “Go into the kitchen and do something where I can’t see you, then dispel yourself.”

“Like what?” the clone whined.

Naruto sighed, frustrated. “I dunno! Anything! It doesn’t really matter what you do as long as I can’t see you do it!”

Grumbling, his clone slouched off into the kitchen, and Naruto waited impatiently for something to happen. Then he jolted, eyes going wide, and covered his eyes with a moan of embarrassment. Of course. Of course his clone would strip naked and do a silly dance in the kitchen before dispelling. Well, he had told him to do anything

On the other hand, this definitely confirmed that he received his clone’s memories and feelings when they disappeared.

Naruto woke the next morning as soon as the sun touched the windowsill of his apartment, opening his eyes and rolling out of bed as if he’d gotten far more than four or five hours of sleep last night. He had so many ideas rolling around in his head, as if his mind had been thinking about nothing else other than how he could use his new skill while he slept.

“I learned a forbidden jutsu in a couple of hours,” Naruto declared to his empty apartment, one fist propped on his hip while the other raised in a victory pose, “so if I use my clones, I can learn anything in a couple hours! I’m gonna get strong so fast, they’ll have to make me Hokage, dattebayo!”

And, he thought smugly as he moved to his kitchen to look for something to eat for breakfast, he could use his clones to do all of the boring things that he never normally liked to do, like practice reading and do laundry and clean his apartment!

Naruto paused, staring blankly into his open refrigerator as a thought suddenly struck him with all the force of a chakra-powered kick.

I can be in multiple places at once, he thought slowly. I can do multiple things at once. That means I can train and go to school—well, there’s no more class now but I could have—and learn new jutsus and research my seal, all at the same time! And when my clones poof away, I’ll have all of those memories without having to do the work myself!

For a young boy with a notorious dislike for sitting still, Naruto’s new jutsu was increasingly sounding like the best thing ever.

I can learn taijutsu! He thought suddenly, closing the door to his empty fridge and moving to the sink to get himself a glass of water. It doesn’t matter if nobody will spar with me now, I can spar with myself! And it doesn’t matter if I dunno how to read, I can put a coupla clones on it and I’ll be better in a few hours!

Because no one had taught Naruto how to read. He’d picked up the basics in class, of course, but with no one at home to help him practice, no books of his own to practice with, and not even any writing utensils to practice that either, all combined with his natural energy and short attention span, writing and reading had fallen far to the wayside. His chicken-scratch writing and stumbling attempts to read the textbook had soon cemented his image in the eyes of his peers and teachers as the dead last of the class, too dumb to study properly and with no motivation.

Naruto downed the last of his water and scowled, setting his chipped glass down carefully in the sink. Well, I’ll show them, he decided, heading back to his bedroom to get dressed. I’ll learn everything so fast, it’ll blow their minds!

Then he winced as his stomach, unhappy with its meager breakfast of a single glass of water, growled. But maybe first I should go shopping. Then he perked up. Is there a way for my shadow clones to help me get more food?

Naruto spent all day practicing with his clones. He’d left five in his apartment, studying hastily-borrowed books about reading from the library and practicing his writing as well. Then he’d sent a couple off to do shopping, and popped into a bakery for some breakfast of his own. The owner had sneered but taken his money, and Naruto had bounced along to the training grounds energetically, munching on his curry bread as he went.

When he found an empty training ground, one of the basic ones with no special terrain, he brushed the last crumbs from his hands and placed them into Tiger. “Right!” he said determinedly. “Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!”

And with a multitude of pop-pop-pops, twenty clones poofed into existence around him.

Naruto blinked, momentarily taken aback by just how much orange was surrounding him. “Huh,” he said, cocking his head to the side. “Has my jumpsuit always been that bright?” Then he shrugged, disregarding it. “Well, whatever! Training time!” He turned to his clones and began barking out orders.

In short order, the field was filled with shouts and grunts and the sounds of flesh hitting flesh as some clones practiced the Academy taijutsu katas, some clones sparred against each other, and other clones practiced throwing kunai and shuriken into the posts at one end of the field. Naruto observed it all happily, fists propped on his hips and a grin on his face.

“I’m gonna be the best ninja in the village! Believe it!” he declared, and then dove in.

Any shinobi passing by Training Grounds 1 - 14 that day were drawn to stop by Training Ground 5, attracted by the burning chakra and the sounds of what seemed like an entire platoon of ninja practicing. Many of them blinked and watched with mild interest for a while before moving on, but some stayed longer than others, observing the flowing mass of orange with analytical eyes. One bandanna-wearing shinobi, a senbon clenched between his teeth, watched for almost an hour, dark eyes darting around the field, clearly wanting to say something. But even he too left after a while, giving up and ambling off into the maze of streets.

Naruto didn’t particularly care about his observers. He’d actually not even noticed them at first, focused as he was on training, until one of his clones had brought it to his attention. Then he’d shrugged and redoubled his efforts, determined to show them how serious he was about becoming a ninja.

It wasn’t until someone shouted his name over the noise that Naruto stopped, panting and sweating, and turned to look along with all of his clones.

Iruka-sensei was standing at the edge of the field, pale-faced and clearly in pain, leaning on a cane with one hand. “Iruka-sensei!” Twenty voices bellowed, and all of the Narutos converged on their beloved teacher, hovering around him and asking questions, tripping over each other to make sure he was all right.

“Naruto—” Iruka said, voice lost in the din. “Naruto! NARUTO!” he shouted, and the clones immediately cringed, recognizing that tone of I-am-this-close-to-losing-my-patience in his sensei’s voice. Silence fell, and Iruka said calmly, “I can’t understand you when you all talk at once. Where’s the real Naruto?”

“Ahahaha,” Naruto chuckled sheepishly, and dismissed his clones. He had just enough time to see Iruka’s concerned face before a sledgehammer slammed itself into his skull, and he passed out.

“Oooh…” Naruto groaned, lifting a hand to his pounding skull. That had hurt. He cracked his eyes open carefully, squinting against the sun. It seemed like he was lying on the grass in the training field, where he had passed out.

“Awake?” a voice asked, and Naruto turned his head gingerly to see Iruka sitting next to him, looking worried. “You were only out for a few seconds. Any longer and I would have taken you to the hospital. Are you okay, Naruto?”

“Yeah,” Naruto grunted, sitting up slowly. His headache was already receding, his brain busily rearranging the load of information he’d just received. “Sorry, Iruka-sensei. I guess I wasn’t prepared to get all of that information at once. Next time I’ll let them go in groups or something.”

“That would probably be for the best,” Iruka-sensei said dryly. “So, you’ve been practicing?”

Naruto perked up instantly. “Yeah! I figured out that when I let the Kage Bunshin go, I get all of their memories! So I can use it to train and stuff, and I don’t need anybody to practice with!”

Iruka chewed on his lower lip, gaze considering. “Well, Naruto, you certainly can, but it’s also a good idea to have a variety of opponents, otherwise you’ll only get good at beating one style.”

Naruto scowled, playing with the grass and not looking at his sensei. “Well, nobody wants to train with me, so I’ll just do it myself.”

Iruka let out a sigh. “And also, Naruto, it’s good to have somebody there to watch you, otherwise if you have a mistake in your form or something, you’ll just keep on making that same mistake over and over again, until you’ve memorized it.”

Naruto scowled harder, hunching his shoulders down sadly. “Nothin’ I can do about that,” he said quietly. “Don’t have a teacher, do I.”

“Yes, it’s not like you know any teachers who would be willing to help you,” Iruka said pointedly, and rapped Naruto gently on the head with his knuckles. “Silly.”

“Hey!” Naruto pouted, reaching up to rub his head. Then the penny dropped, and he stared at Iruka, mouth falling open. “Iruka-sensei, would you—would you teach me?”

“Well,” Iruka said, “I don’t have any classes now, but I am busy with the team assignments. We’ve got a week until you get your jounin sensei, and frankly, Naruto, you’re way behind the other students. You’ll have to work really hard if you don’t want to hinder your team.”

“I won’t!” Naruto shouted, bouncing in his seat. “I won’t hinder them, believe it!” He paused, and then asked sheepishly, “What does ‘hinder’ mean, sensei?”

“Silly,” Iruka said again, but it was fond. “It means to hold back or to make something difficult. If you hinder your team, it means you cause them problems and hold them back, rather than helping them.”

“I definitely won’t,” Naruto vowed, eyes alight. “So will you help me, sensei? Huh?”

“All right,” Iruka said, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled. “I can’t spar with you, because I’m not healed yet, and I have to go to school in the morning—”

“That’s right!” Naruto shouted, aghast. He couldn’t believe he forgot! “Iruka-sensei, are you okay? Why are you out of the hospital—ow!” He rubbed his head again sulkily.

“Don’t interrupt people when they’re talking, Naruto,” Iruka told him sternly. “I’m fine, I was released this morning, I just have to take it easy for a couple days. As I was saying, I have to go into school in the mornings, but I should be free after lunch. Can you study by yourself in the morning, and then meet me in the afternoon?”

“Sure!” Naruto beamed. This was awesome! He was going to get Iruka-sensei all to himself!

“I’m going to work you really hard, Naruto,” Iruka-sensei said ominously. “You don’t know a lot of the stuff genin are supposed to know, so it’s a really good thing you know the Kage Bunshin, because you’re going to have to do a lot of catching up on theory too. Do you still have your textbooks?”

“Ah…” Naruto ducked his head. “Some of ‘em,” he mumbled.

“What do you mean?”

“Well. Well, some of ‘em kinda got destroyed, and I kinda…never had some?” Naruto stared determinedly at the grass, digging a little hole with one finger.

“What do you mean?” Iruka asked again, and his tone of voice promised Very Bad Things. Naruto cringed. “Some of them got destroyed?”

“It’s no big deal, sensei,” Naruto said quickly, as if saying it faster meant that maybe Iruka-sensei wouldn’t understand him and he wouldn’t get in trouble. “Sometimes people take my stuff, or they’d write on my textbooks and tear pages out but I learned real quick to hide ‘em better so I still have the ones from the last couple years but just, uh, the first few years at the Academy I don’t really know what we learned—”

What,” Iruka said calmly. Naruto carefully edged back a few feet.

“—And sometimes I don’t really understand the words and stuff but I’m practicing, sensei, I promise, I got five clones in my apartment right now working on reading so please don’t say you won’t train me!” he begged. “I promise I’ll work really hard! Just—”

“Naruto,” Iruka said gently, “I’m not mad at you. Just slow down and tell me what happened.”

Naruto took a deep breath. “I don’t have anybody at home to help me, so sometimes I don’t…really understand the homework. And sometimes people take my stuff and I don’t always get it back, so I couldn’t always do the homework anyway. But it’s okay, sensei, I usually figured it out—”

Iruka held up a hand, and Naruto fell silent. “I will give you new copies of the textbooks,” Iruka said quietly. “And if anyone ever takes your things maliciously again, Naruto, I want you to beat them up. You’re a ninja, nobody should be taking your things. Now. What is this about having clones practicing reading?”

Naruto flushed a dull red, and immediately looked back down at the ground. “I told you,” he muttered, a hot swell of shame rising in his chest, “I don’t have anybody at home to help me practice.”

“So you’ve been struggling with reading this whole time?” Naruto couldn’t tell if Iruka-sensei was mad at him, or at someone else, but he was definitely mad about something. “Naruto, why didn't you tell someone?”

Naruto shrugged. “Didn't think it'd make a difference,” he said honestly.

Iruka’s lips thinned. “Well, now you have me,” he declared.

True to his word, Iruka drove Naruto hard over the next three days, assigning massive amounts of reading for the genin’s mornings and then quizzing him on what he’d read during their training in the afternoons. He didn’t stint on the praise either, congratulating Naruto on his improvements, of which there were many.

In the first day, Naruto managed to finish all of the material from the first year at the Academy and improved his taijutsu and weapons-throwing remarkably. The second day, he finished all of the second-year material and progressed to practicing ninjutsu along with taijutsu. The third day, he finished all of the third-year readings, but they didn’t get through all of the material because Naruto begged Iruka to start teaching him the basics of sealing, which had finally been mentioned in his textbooks.

Iruka caved after a brief resistance, and allowed Naruto to check out several scrolls on the basics of sealing from the library. Naruto set a few clones to study them as he and the rest of his small army began working on stealth and trap-laying…

…And got completely schooled by Iruka-sensei, who was apparently some kind of trap-laying, stealth-master expert!

“Iruka-sensei, it’s not fair,” Naruto whined, flopped over the trunk of a fallen tree where he’d landed after triggering a mild explosion trap. He was sweaty, panting, exhausted, and covered in brightly colored powders of all shades from where he’d triggered other traps. Most of the clones who were helping him had poofed out of existence, destroyed by various other traps spread throughout the training ground, and he just wanted to lie there for a little while and assimilate all of his memories. “How are you so good at this?”

Iruka chuckled lightly, landing silently next to Naruto’s prone form and squatting down next to him. “I am a chuunin, you know,” he said reasonably. “And I’ve been doing this for a lot longer than you have. Besides, you’re quite good, too, Naruto. You’ve evaded top jounin and even some ANBU squads before. You just need more practice, and you’ll be as good or better than I am soon.”

“Not if I keep wearing this,” Naruto sighed, plucking at his orange jumpsuit morosely, sending up a puff of purple powder. “I just make a bigger target of myself. I guess I should go buy some stealthier clothes, huh.”

Iruka blinked, surprised. That was a surprisingly mature and self-aware thing for Naruto to say. And it was completely unexpected. Was this the effect of the shadow clones already, making Naruto smarter and more aware? Iruka had noticed a decrease in the time it took the young blond to assimilate the information he received, just over the past couple of days. Where he used to glaze over and stare into space for a while, clearly conveying that something was going on, now Naruto just looked off into the distance for a little bit, sometimes frowning or grimacing depending on the memories he was receiving. Iruka had no doubt that with more practice, Naruto would be able to receive and organize vast amounts of information very quickly and almost unnoticeably.

And what, precisely, did that mean for Naruto’s brain development? Iruka thought suddenly. He was effectively experiencing exponentially more hours in the day than usual. Did that mean that all of that experience, all of the decision-making and critical thinking and mental processing, was making him mature faster?

It was definitely something to keep his eye on. If it was true, Naruto could potentially learn in a year what it took other shinobi ten years to learn, but he could mature too fast, learn too much, and not learn the other important lessons that went along with it, such as teamwork and relying on others and how to make the hard decisions that shinobi were inevitably forced to make.

“Iruka-sensei?” Naruto asked, and Iruka blinked, looking down at where Naruto had craned his neck around to look up at his teacher, brow furrowed. “You okay? You went really quiet all of a sudden.”

Iruka shook himself out of his thoughts and smiled, ruffling Naruto’s hair and ignoring the puff of green powder and the squawk this elicited. “I’m fine, Naruto, just thinking about some stuff. We’re about done for today; do you want some help shopping? I can give you advice on good shinobi wear.”

“Yeah!” Naruto cheered, getting eagerly to his feet and grinning brightly. “And can we get ramen afterward, Iruka-sensei? Pleeease?”

“I suppose,” Iruka chuckled fondly. “Why don’t you start dispelling your study clones while we walk, and I’m going to give you your homework.”

“Aw, maaan—”

“This is fun homework,” Iruka interrupted, giving Naruto a stern look that shut his mouth on the complaints ready to spring forth. “I want you to make three, four, or at max five clones, and send them out into the village. Their job is to find a jounin or elite chuunin, and then follow them unnoticed for as long as they can. They can use any methods they can think of, but they cannot be caught. If they are caught, the game is over and they should dispel. Observe their habits, observe their training, and if they manage to do so unseen until nine o’clock tonight, they win and can come back to you and dispel. Any questions?”

“No,” Naruto breathed worshipfully, eyes wide with adoration. “Iruka-sensei, that’s the best homework assignment ever.”

Iruka smiled. “I’m glad you think so. We’re not in a hurry; dispel your study clones first, take some time to organize their information, and then send out the homework clones when you’re ready. Now, let’s go buy you some proper ninja gear!”

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Monday morning was greeted with great excitement by the recently graduated Academy genin, all of the young boys and girls chattering excitedly to each other as they filed into the familiar classroom where they’d spent the last few years of their lives training to become elite ninja. All of them wore their hitai-ate proudly, around their necks, their arms, their foreheads, their waists. All were greatly anticipating the announcement of their jounin-sensei and their three-man genin squads.

All of them stared, without exception, at the bouncing, blond-haired figure in one of the back seats.

Naruto grinned back, so, so excited to finally be here, about to become a true genin and be part of a squad. He noted the looks but dismissed them, not particularly interested in engaging his former classmates unless they spoke to him first. (A small wounded part of him that still craved their attention and acknowledgement wondered avidly what they thought of his new look and what they would think of his new abilities. Not that he was going to show them. A ninja always kept as much of his capabilities a secret as he could, Iruka-sensei said. The best attack is the one they don’t see coming.)

“What the hell?” When the voice came, it was from an unexpected quarter; Nara Shikamaru slouched into the desk next to Naruto’s, glaring at him longsufferingly. “What is this, Uzumaki? What are you wearing?"

Naruto grinned at the other boy, someone who he would tentatively call a friend—they’d skipped class together a lot, although the lazy Nara usually complained about Naruto’s energy and ditched the boy as soon as he could.

“What, this?” Naruto said, his smile taking on a slightly sharper edge. “This is just ninja gear, Shikamaru. I can’t hide from enemy ninja very well in orange, can I?”

Shikamaru stared at him, brown eyes trailing over the closely-fitted long-sleeved black mesh shirt, the black sleeveless shirt over it, the dark grey loose ninja pants belted tightly to his waist. The ankle- and wrist wrappings around his arms and legs. The pouches hanging from his belt.

“Troublesome,” he sighed wearily.

Naruto laughed. “What! Why? What’s troublesome?”

“You’ve clearly changed a lot over the past week,” Shikamaru told him, laying his head down on his folded arms on his desk, “and it’s going to drive me crazy until I figure out how.”

Naruto laced his hands behind his head and tilted back in his chair, grinning even wider. From Shikamaru, that was high praise indeed.

“Oi!” Someone else said, and Naruto looked up to see Haruno Sakura standing over him, fists propped on her hips. “Move, Naruto! I’m going to sit next to Sasuke-kun!”

Naruto blinked, and then looked to his left. Sure enough, Uchiha Sasuke was sitting on his other side, wrapped up in his usual dark cloud of broodiness. Naruto looked back at Sakura and beamed. “Sakura-chan, always lovely to see you. If you want something, generally it’s considered polite manners to ask, not demand. And no, I don’t think I’ll be moving anywhere.”

Sakura rocked back on her heels, eyes wide, and the rest of the class went dramatically silent. Naruto held Sakura’s gaze, letting her know how serious he was. He used the opportunity to look her over, wondering absently where his huge crush on her had gone. She was still pretty, still vivacious, still smart, but there was nothing…there anymore, no spark that told Naruto, ‘I want to be close to her.’ Naruto shrugged inwardly. He’d spent the last week with adults, following adults, taking note of adults’ mannerisms and reactions. He supposed that now, seeing kids his own age again, they seemed kind of…juvenile.

Weird, Naruto marveled, am I actually more mature than I was last week?

“WHAT!” Sakura shrieked, and Naruto winced, his sensitive hearing assaulted. Shikamaru let out a grumble of complaint, and even Sasuke cringed.

“That’s rude,” Naruto complained, rubbing one ear. “Honestly, Sakura-chan, I always sit in the back. Why should I move just because you told me to?”

Luckily for everyone’s eardrums, Iruka-sensei entered the room at that moment, calling out Sakura sharply for not being in a seat. Sakura flushed pink and whirled around, sitting at the closest available desk, and Naruto grinned, almost bouncing again as Iruka set a file on the desk in front of him.

“Congratulations to all of you,” Iruka smiled. “You are now genin of Konoha, and today you will learn the members of your four-man squads. Your jounin-sensei will meet you here after I’m finished, so please wait in the classroom until they come and get you. Now…” he cleared his throat and opened the file. “The assignments.”

Kakashi was really, really not looking forward to team assignments. He knew exactly why he'd been signed up yet again, despite never passing a team before; the last Uchiha was graduating, making Kakashi the only person in the village who could teach the boy about his kekkei genkai and also probably the only person strong enough to control him if he went crazy like his brother.

It meant there was a lot of pressure on him to let the boy pass the genin test. And Kakashi hated being pressured into doing anything.

“Kakashi,” the Sandaime said as the other jounin-sensei began filing out of his office, and Kakashi stopped obediently, slouching back to the desk. He expected another lecture on treating his team fairly and giving them a chance, but the Hokage only said, “There's a request here for you to meet with your team’s homeroom teacher before you meet them today. Umino Iruka-sensei is one of our best teachers, and it's rare for him to request something like this, so please be on time.”

Kakashi blinked his visible eye slowly. “Maa, of course, Hokage-sama.”

Sarutobi’s mouth twitched, but he nodded. “Dismissed, then.”

Kakashi bowed and exited the room, pulling out his trusty orange book and burying his nose in the pages as his brain ran busily over the possible reasons for a homeroom teacher to request a meeting with only one of the new jounin-sensei. It didn't take a genius of Kakashi's caliber to know that it had to do with the kids on his squad.

The last Uchiha, the top kunoichi, and the dead last demon container. Kakashi suppressed the pang in his heart out of long practice. Minato-sensei's kid. I wonder what he's doing now, besides pranking people and almost failing out of the Academy. Actually, I probably shouldn't be surprised that Iruka-sensei wants to speak to me. He probably wants to warn me about not letting them kill each other.

Team assignments were at 10:00, so at 10:15 Kakashi ambled into the Academy and headed for the teacher's room. Sliding the door open, his one visible eye swept the almost empty room deceptively lazily as he said, “Yo. I'm here to see Umino Iruka-sensei?”

A dark head rose from a desk across the room, and Kakashi blinked slowly as he recognized one of the chuunin from the Mission Desk.

“Ah, yes! Kakashi-san! Sorry, I didn't realize the time—” Iruka-sensei paused as he looked at the clock and realized that Kakashi was actually fifteen minutes late, but continued quickly. “Let's go to the meeting room, we'll be more comfortable there.”

Kakashi followed the chuunin back out into the silent hallway, observing the slightly shorter man carefully. He seemed tense, worried about something. The team assignments? Kakashi couldn't imagine a teacher getting worked up about something that happened every year, no matter how attached he got to the brats. The upcoming conversation? Kakashi himself?

“Please, take a seat,” Iruka-sensei said, closing the door behind them and gesturing to the armchairs arranged around a low table. “I know you’re busy, Kakashi-san, so I’ll try to be quick.” He took the seat across from Kakashi, lacing his fingers together in his lap, and took a deep breath. Kakashi raised one silver eyebrow. “I assume Hokage-sama has already told you your team members?”

Kakashi inclined his head silently.

“Good. Good.” Iruka-sensei took another deep breath. “As you know, Uzumaki Naruto has been assigned to your squad.”

Kakashi blinked once. This was about Uzumaki, not Uchiha?

“Naruto-kun has been consistently at the bottom of his class for years,” the chuunin continued. “Over the past week, I discovered that he’s been training himself using the Kage Bunshin technique, and for years he’s never received any help from teachers at the Academy. He was far, far behind the other students, but not from lack of desire, from lack of support. So for the past week I’ve been helping him train—”

“You’ve been helping him train?” Kakashi interrupted, surprised. He’d thought that most adults ignored the demon container; he hadn’t heard anything about permission to train him.

Iruka flushed. “It’s perfectly acceptable,” he said defensively, clearly misinterpreting Kakashi’s surprise. “He’s no longer my student, so I wasn’t giving him any special treatment, and he shows incredible potential. No favoritism has ever been shown during my class. But Kakashi-sensei, the boy could barely read before last week. He has no one at home to help him learn things that every other student takes for granted. He has Kage Bunshin to help him, but without encouragement it’ll be very easy for him to fall behind. I just wanted to make sure you’ll give him a fair chance, and not ignore him for things that he has no control over—”

“Ohhh,” Kakashi realized, grey eye widening. “I get it now!” He grinned sardonically under his mask. “This is a parent-teacher meeting! You’re trying to get me to go easy on your kid.”

Iruka-sensei went brick red. “I am not,” he said, mortified. “Kakashi-sensei, please be serious. I’m just concerned about one of my students not getting a fair chance—”

“Maa, don’t worry, sensei,” Kakashi interrupted, waving one hand lazily. “I judge everyone on their own merit. When Uzumaki Naruto fails my test, it’ll be because he wasn’t ready, not because I don’t like him.”

When he fails—” the chuunin sputtered, face now flushing with anger. “He is brilliant—”

“Don’t care,” Kakashi said boredly, turning to leave the room. “There’s more to being a ninja than knowing a few jutsu. Gotta go, sensei, it’s terribly rude to be late when my new team is waiting for me.”

And he slid the door closed on Iruka-sensei’s angry face, mind already in a whirl as he headed back down the corridor. That was odd. An Academy instructor close enough to Naruto to want to warn his jounin-sensei about fair treatment? And not even a single mention of Uchiha or Haruno, the two top students of their class. Exactly what kind of training had Naruto received over the past week?

Maybe this team was going to be more interesting than he had thought.

Naruto fidgeted restlessly, picking at the support wrappings around his wrist before letting out a huffing breath. “He’s late,” he whined, splaying himself out over his desk and pouting. “Where the heck is he? He didn’t forget, did he?”

“He wouldn’t forget, idiot,” Sakura sniffed, edging a little closer to Sasuke until she was almost plastered against his side. Sasuke edged away slightly, a brief flash of annoyance crossing his stoic face.

“Yeah, maybe,” Naruto agreed, unconvinced. Well, he might as well do something useful with his time. With a puff of smoke, a clone appeared, sitting on the desk next to Naruto. Without a word, the two Narutos pulled out scrolls from their pouches and laid them out on the desk, putting blond heads together and beginning to read.

Sasuke and Sakura gaped at their teammate wordlessly.

“What the heck are you doing, Naruto!” Sakura finally gasped.

Naruto raised his head, the clone ignoring them and continuing to read. “I’m studying,” he said slowly, an unspoken “duh” following his words.

“But…but what is that!” Sakura pointed at the clone, who now raised his head to roll his eyes in perfect synchronization with the original.

“It’s a clone,” Naruto said impatiently. “You were the top of our class, Sakura-chan, come on.” Biting back a satisfied smile, Naruto waited for the obvious next question…

“But you can’t do clones, Naruto!” Sakura cried. “And clones can’t read, or, or think! What kind of clone is that?”

Now Naruto didn’t bother to suppress his smile. “It’s a Shadow Clone,” he said matter-of-factly. “I can’t do regular clones because I have too much chakra, but Shadow Clones are special. They’re literally a copy of me, so they can do all of the things I can do. I’ve been using them to help me train.”

“Oh,” Sakura said weakly, slumping back in her chair.

Sasuke eyed his dead-last teammate interestedly. That was a useful skill. Maybe he wasn’t such a dobe after all. He wished Sakura would keep asking more questions, so he could find out about it without having to show interest in somebody so beneath him.

Naruto went back to his scrolls, inwardly jumping with glee. Hah! Take that, Sasuke-teme and all of the doubters! He could do something very few other ninja could! And soon he was going to master sealing and ninjutsu and become the best ninja ever!

But soon he forgot about proving himself to his teammates, instead absorbed in reading about basic seal matrices and tossing ideas back and forth with his clone. This was how exploding tags were made, and sealing scrolls, and lots of really cool traps. He couldn’t wait to start practicing how to make them! But Iruka-sensei said his handwriting had to be a lot better before he could start writing seals, so now he was only allowed to study theory.

He barely noticed his teammates edging in around him, drawn in by their own curiosity, as he discussed changing up parts of the basic exploding tag with his clone. The ones available in ninja supply stores or received for missions were all basically the same strength, just a medium-sized explosion and a medium-sized bang, but if you changed the northwest quadrant, you could (theoretically) create smoke instead of an explosion, or if you strengthened the southern quadrant you could increase the noise to an earsplitting level.

Naruto was just trying to figure out how to increase the flash produced without increasing the explosion, when a pale finger tapped a spiral on the diagram. “Right here,” an unfamiliar voice said. “If you reverse this spiral, it’ll increase the flash without significantly increasing the force of the explosion.”

All three (or four, technically) genin raised their heads to stare at the strange masked man peering over their shoulders. The man’s one visible eye creased into a smile. “Yo!”

“WAAHH!” Four voices shouted, and all four teens jumped back, practically backflipping to get away from the stranger. In the confusion, Naruto’s clone poofed out of existence, and Naruto landed hard on his bum as the memories set him off-balance. Grimacing and rubbing his head, he stared up at the tall ninja standing slouched in the middle of the room.

“What’s the big idea, sensei!” he shouted, hopping to his feet. “First you’re late, and then you scare us?”

The grey-haired man blinked his one eye lazily. “Maa, Naruto-kun, if you couldn’t tell I was there, you must not be a very good ninja,” he said reproachfully.

“That’s bull!” Naruto defended hotly. “You’re a jounin, right, sensei! We’re just genin, if we could detect you then you must not be a very good ninja!”

Sasuke snorted, and Sakura let out a giggle before clapping a mortified hand over her mouth. The mask and the tilted hitai-ate concealed most of their jounin-sensei’s expression, but Naruto thought he detected a bit of amusement in that grey eye before it became blank again. “You might be right,” he conceded. “Well, my first impression of you is…maybe you’re not as useless as I had thought. Rooftop, five minutes.” And he disappeared.

Naruto scowled ferociously at the space where their sensei had just been, stomping back to his desk and rolling up his scroll on sealing. “Cagey bastard,” he grumbled.

“Don’t talk that way about our sensei, Naruto!” Sakura scolded, following Sasuke out the door and towards the stairs.

“You thought so too!” Naruto shot back, catching up to them easily. “Genin teams are all about teamwork, and the first thing he does is insult us? Does he want us to fail?” Though honestly, that advice that he’d given about the exploding seal might be right… Distracted, Naruto unrolled the scroll again, examining the diagram as they climbed the stairs to the roof.

Sasuke glanced over his shoulder at the blond head bobbing up the stairs behind him. The dobe was just getting more and more interesting, and Sasuke didn’t like that. He had one goal right now, and that was to get strong. Teammates and other people were just going to get in his way. He didn’t want to be interested in what the dead last idiot was doing.

Sakura’s thoughts were following a similar, although less fatalistic, trend. Naruto was acting really strange, and the pink-haired girl felt off-balance, trying to regain her footing in a dynamic where she had been previously certain of her place. The loud, idiotic blond actually seemed… smart. It was incredibly disconcerting.

They emerged on the roof and Naruto pushed past his teammates, bounding toward the lounging figure of their sensei. “Hey, hey, sensei!” He waved his scroll around energetically. “Do you know sealing?”

“Not really,” came the bored answer, the jounin straightening up and ignoring the bouncing blond in front of him. “Now then. Introductions! Tell me about yourselves, I guess. Likes, dislikes, dreams…”

“I’m Uzumaki Naruto,” Naruto said promptly. “I like ramen, training, and Iruka-sensei. I dislike bigots and ignorant people. My dream is to become a powerful ninja so I can protect Konoha and prove people wrong about me!”

Sasuke and Sakura both frowned in confusion. What did that mean? Prove people wrong about what?

“That’s why,” Naruto continued, like a dog with a bone, “you should teach me more about sealing, sensei! Iruka-sensei doesn’t know much more than the basics, he said, and there’s no one else in the village who knows this stuff!”

“I don’t know it either, kid,” their sensei said boredly, planting one gloved hand on Naruto’s spiky hair and keeping him at a distance. “Now, you, pinky. You go next.”

Sakura flushed, suddenly put on the spot. Naruto’s introduction had been pretty good. “Um, well,” she started nervously, glancing at Sasuke, “my name is Haruno Sakura. I like, uh…” She glanced at Sasuke again and blushed even pinker, biting back a giggle. “Reading!” she yelped quickly. “I like reading, and, and training, I suppose. I dislike, uh…” What did she dislike? A few hours ago she would have said morons like Naruto, but that seemed…wrong, now. “People who are mean for no reason,” she decided, remembering the children who had bullied her as a kid. “My dream is to, uh…” She glanced at Sasuke again. She couldn’t say ‘to become Mrs. Uchiha’. “…To become a good kunoichi, I guess,” she finished lamely.

“Hm.” Their sensei’s grey eye was supremely unimpressed as it looked her over. “Right. Broody. You’re up.”

“My name is Uchiha Sasuke,” Sasuke muttered in his best I-don’t-care monotone. “I don’t like anything. I don’t dislike anything. I don’t have a dream, I have a goal. My goal is to become strong enough to kill someone.”

“…Wow. Morbid,” Naruto said, wrinkling his nose as he stared at Sasuke. “Don’t you like tomatoes, teme?”

Sasuke twitched.

“And I know you hate fangirls, and you’re not really fond of sweets,” Naruto continued.

Sasuke jerked.

“So why couldn’t you just say that kinda stuff?” Naruto finished, shrugging.

“How do you know that, dobe,” Sasuke growled, taking a threatening step forward.

Naruto shoved his hands in his pockets, apparently unimpressed. “Because, I dunno, I pay attention?” And he had used his classmates as stalking practice one day last week, but Sasuke didn’t need to know that.

“Right,” their sensei said, drawing their attention back to him. “Well, as fascinating as this is, let’s move on. You guys are not official genin yet.” Ignoring their cries of surprised outrage, he continued, “You’re not genin until you pass whatever test your jounin-sensei gives you. If you fail, it’s straight back to the Academy. So. Tomorrow morning, seven o’clock, meet at the bridge by Training Ground Seven. Oh, and I suggest you don’t bother eating breakfast. You won’t be able to keep it down.” He turned to leap off the roof.

“Hang on!” Naruto shouted, outraged. “You didn’t introduce yourself, sensei! We don’t even know your name!”

The tall man paused thoughtfully on the edge of the roof. “Ah. Well, I suppose I can introduce myself. My name is Hatake Kakashi. I have some likes. Dislikes…I don’t care to share. And dreams…I have those.” He smiled insincerely at the three young teens. “See you tomorrow!” And he dropped off the building, bounding across the rooftops. That had been, without a doubt, the most interesting first meeting he’d ever had with a genin team.

He still didn’t think they’d pass his test, though.

The three members of Team 7 stared after their teacher in silence. “So, basically, all we learned was his name,” Sakura finally summed up, scowling.

“Useless,” Naruto sighed. “He’s always lazy. Everybody around town knows him as lazy. He also reads these orange books in public, which I think are dirty books, because women seem to disapprove of it a lot. He’s also called the Copy Nin, and Kakashi of a Thousand Jutsu, so he’s actually really strong. But I’ve never seen him fight, so I dunno.”

Sasuke and Sakura stared at him again. Naruto blinked innocently. “What?”

How do you know that!” Sakura shrieked.

“Hn,” Sasuke agreed.

Naruto shrugged. “I pay attention,” he told them. “And I trained. Did you guys spend our whole week off just lazing around doing nothing? If I wanna be an asset to my team, I gotta train hard! Iruka-sensei says that your genin team is really important, and it’s all about learning how to work with other shinobi and support each other as a team. That’s probably what the test tomorrow is about, seeing if we can work together as a team. I don’t wanna fail, so let’s work together tomorrow, okay?”

“That…makes sense,” Sasuke said reluctantly. “Why else would they test us when we’ve already passed the Academy exam.” He leveled a glare at his two team members. “Don’t hold me back tomorrow, you two.” He turned and headed for the staircase.

“Hey! Don’t hold me back tomorrow, teme!” Naruto shouted, following him off of the roof. Sakura hurried after them, unsure of who to support in this argument. The door to the roof thudded shut behind them.

 

Chapter Text

Naruto woke up at sunrise the next morning, rolling out of bed instantly as was his habit. Or, well, rolling off the couch, because he’d stayed at Iruka-sensei’s place again last night, too excited to head home to his lonely apartment, and Iruka-sensei didn’t mind. As a thank you (because Naruto was constantly wary of overstaying his welcome), Naruto always made sure to make breakfast the next morning, though his cooking skills were pretty limited to just rolled omelets, miso soup, and rice.

He put the kettle on for tea and hummed an upbeat tune as he pulled out eggs and spinach from the fridge. The soup dashi was already made, so Naruto put it into a pot and set it to simmer before he added the miso and tofu. He was so excited! He was going to meet his team and finally start training with a jounin—oh.

Naruto’s hands stilled and he stared down at the block of tofu he was cutting up. Kakashi-sensei had told them to not eat breakfast this morning, because they would probably throw it up. That meant that their training would probably be really intense. But if he didn’t eat, how would he have energy to train?

“Morning, Naruto,” Iruka-sensei yawned, slouching into the kitchen and pulling down two mugs from the cupboard. Killing the heat under the kettle right before it began whistling loudly, he poured two mugs of tea and set one by Naruto’s elbow, carrying the other one to the kitchen table and slumping tiredly into a seat. Iruka took a long, slow sip of tea, and then blinked at the young boy. “What's wrong?”

“Kakashi-sensei told us to not eat breakfast,” Naruto replied, frowning at the stove. “He said we’ll throw it up. But how am I supposed to have energy to pass the test if I can’t eat breakfast?”

Iruka hummed, taking another sip of tea. “Well, it’s up to you,” he replied finally. “I don’t want to tell you to go against your sensei’s orders, but breakfast is a very important meal.”

Naruto slowly perked up. “But he didn’t order us!” he crowed, pleased. “He just suggested it! I remember ‘cause I thought it was kinda strange. So I can eat breakfast, and I won’t throw it up, dattebayo!”

“All right then,” Iruka said, hiding his smile in his mug. “Don’t burn the soup, now.”

Naruto let out an “Eep!” of surprise and hurriedly turned back to the stove.

He left Iruka-sensei’s apartment at quarter to seven, bouncing through the streets excitedly even though he knew that their sensei was probably going to be late. Naruto had tailed him a couple of times for his ‘homework assignments’, at least until Kakashi-sensei noticed he was being followed and lost his clone—and he always, every single time, noticed he was being followed. Naruto had been reluctantly impressed by his new sensei’s skill.

He was the first one to the bridge, and settled in to make some clones and get some training in. Five henge’d into different disguises and set off for the library, and ten henge’d into different disguises and set off to gather information around the city. Naruto was becoming kind of addicted to information; he loved knowing what was happening in the village, and he loved finding things out about people. After so many years of struggling and constantly not knowing, it felt like the first clear breath of air after being underwater for too long.

Naruto turned and smiled as Sakura and Sasuke approached from different directions. “Mornin’, Sakura-chan, Sasuke-teme!”

“Morning,” Sakura said, subdued. Sasuke just grunted.

“Kakashi-sensei is probably gonna be late,” Naruto continued, “so do you wanna talk about how we can work as a team?”

“Who’d want to work with you, dead last?” Sasuke muttered, slouching against a tree.

Naruto scowled, hiding the sharp spike of hurt in his chest. “Well, if you don’t work with me, we’ll all fail!” he shouted. “One of the most important things for a ninja is teamwork! If we don’t pass as a three-man team, we won’t pass at all!”

“Really?” Sakura asked. “How do you know?”

Naruto waved a hand impatiently. “It’s obvious, isn’t it?” he said. “You ever heard of a team with only two genin and a jounin-sensei? And Iruka-sensei says getting along with your genin team’s really important—”

“Feh,” Sasuke snorted derisively. “You losers can’t offer me anything. I’ll pass this test on my own. You guys just try to not fail.”

Naruto swelled up with anger, cheeks puffing up as he tried to be mature and understanding like Iruka-sensei advised. Then, like an overfull balloon, he burst. “You shut up, teme, or I’ll punch you in your pretty face!” he shouted, pointing an accusing finger at Sasuke. “Just because your brother killed your clan doesn’t mean you can treat everyone around you like crap! You’re not better than anybody here, you’re on the same level as the rest of us!”

“Don’t talk about my family, dobe,” Sasuke growled, shoulders hunching angrily as he took a threatening step forward.

Naruto stepped up to meet him, squaring off against the other boy fearlessly. “You don’t scare me, teme,” he snapped. “Lotsa people have bad shit happen to them. My parents died the day I was born. I grew up on my own, with zero help! At least you had a family that loved you!”

“I said shut up, dobe!” Sasuke shouted, and jumped him.

The two boys fell to the ground with a thud, making the wooden bridge shake as they grappled and swore. A quick twist from Naruto put him briefly on top, before Sasuke used a leg throw to overset him and accidentally sent the two of them rolling off the bridge onto the dirt path. Uncaring, the two boys wrestled in the dirt to gain control, all thoughts of technique completely forgotten as they threw punches and insults in equal measure.

“Stop it! Stop it, you two!” Sakura screamed, hovering helplessly on the outside, unable to do anything to stop them.

“You know nothing!” Sasuke hissed, managing a lucky hit to Naruto’s side. “I am an Avenger!”

“You’re a twelve-year-old genin!” Naruto shouted back, elbow catching Sasuke’s mouth and splitting his lip. “You don’t have to do everything on your own!”

“I have to kill him,” Sasuke shrieked rawly, grappling for a good grip on Naruto’s close-fitting clothes, knees bruising up the blond’s legs.

“But you don’t gotta be alone!” Naruto yelled. “Get off your high horse! We can help you! We’re not worthless!”

Suiton: Great Cannonball,” a voice said, and without warning the brawling pair were deluged in ice-cold water, sweeping them up with its force and tumbling them along the ground. Coughing and spluttering, Sasuke and Naruto looked up through dripping hair to see the tall figure of their jounin-sensei looming over them.

“Well,” Kakashi drawled, for once not looking the least bit lazy or bored as he stared down at them, “this is a most interesting method of team bonding.”

Kakashi didn’t know what to do with this. He’d seen teams that didn’t get along, seen ninja who absolutely hated each other argue, even participated in some pretty epic grudges himself—but he’d never, ever seen two genin who are supposed to be on the same team brawling in the dirt, doing their best to maim each other.

The fact that one of them was yelling about teamwork while they did it was really the cherry on top of this huge, steaming, shit sundae.

Kakashi folded his arms across his chest, extremely fucking unamused and not afraid to show it. He’d known this team would fail—he’d known that—but as he watched Minato-sensei’s son sit up straight and try to push his soaked hair out of his face, a stinging ball of disappointment settled into his stomach anyway.

“So,” he said coldly. “I come to meet my potential genin team for their special test before they can become actual, functioning members of Konoha’s elite ninja force, and I find two members brawling like common street thugs while the third just looks on, wringing her hands. Sakura. Why didn’t you do something?”

Sakura flinched, eyes wet and round. Her bottom lip trembled. “I—I couldn’t break them up, Kakashi-sensei, they were too—”

“I don’t care about that,” Kakashi interrupted. “There were plenty of other things you could have done. You could have gone and gotten help. You could have doused them with water like I did—there’s a creek right there even if you don’t know any suiton jutsus, which wouldn’t surprise me. You could have literally done anything other than stand there and yell ineffectually at them, and it would have been better than what you did. A ninja does not wait for someone to come and save them, Sakura. Ninja are the ones who do the saving.”

The girl’s eyes overflowed with tears again, but Kakashi was unmoved. She was a silly little girl, and she needed to learn to not expect other people to solve her problems. She was soft, with her long hair and impractical dress, and if she wanted to become a ninja she had to learn.

“And you two,” Kakashi continued, his voice growing even harder as he turned to face the two main culprits. Sasuke glared back at him defiantly from his place on the ground, but Naruto, he noticed to his surprise, was sitting up properly in seiza, hands fisted on his thighs and head bowed, ready to take his punishment. Did they teach that at the Academy? Kakashi had expected more of the ‘it’s not my fault’ vibe that Sasuke was aggressively giving off, but Naruto’s actions signified an acknowledgement of his misdeeds and a willingness to take responsibility.

It was far more mature than Kakashi had ever expected from a twelve-year-old. He wondered if this, perhaps, was what Iruka-sensei had been talking about.

“What did you do wrong?” Kakashi asked, wanting to see if they could even tell him why they were in so much trouble.

“Naruto insulted my family—” Sasuke started to growl, which was so untrue and not even remotely what had happened, and Kakashi cut him off right there.

“Liar,” he said crisply, and Sasuke’s mouth snapped shut with a click. “Naruto did not insult your family, Sasuke, and even if he had, your actions are still inexcusable. Now. One more chance. What did you do wrong?”

“We fought with our teammates,” Naruto mumbled, still looking at his knees.

Kakashi nodded. That was a start. “And why is that wrong?”

“‘Coz we’re supposed to support each other and, uh—” Naruto paused for a moment, and Kakashi could see his forehead wrinkle as if he was trying to remember something. “And never let our disagreements interfere with the mission,” Naruto recited, the cadence of his voice suggesting that it was something he had memorized. “We don’ gotta get along all the time, but we gotta support each other and know we’ve got each other’s backs.”

Kakashi nodded again, reluctantly impressed. That was perfect, actually. “Excellent, Naruto. That’s exactly it. The reason Konoha is so strong, the reason we have never lost a war, is because of the strength of our teams. Konoha ninja fight together, always. No matter your personal feelings, you will always, always support your teammates, because you are shinobi of Konohagakure and we are only as strong as our team. Ninja who disobey the rules are trash. Ninja who abandon their teammates, though…” Kakashi’s voice lowered to a growl, “are worse than trash.”

They fell into silence. Sasuke actually looked a little bit cowed, which Kakashi found encouraging. From what he’d heard while he’d hid in the tree across the road, Sasuke had a serious superiority complex, as well as some of the biggest trust issues Kakashi had ever seen in a preteen boy, and he remembered his own preteen days.

On top of that, Sasuke could now be confirmed as a huge flight risk. If ever it seemed as though the village, his teammates, anything was holding him back, Sasuke would leave Konoha probably without a single look back. He was fixated on the idea that he had to kill his brother, and apparently he thought that he needed to be alone to do it.

Kakashi needed some way to fix his allegiance to Konoha, to help him rebuild connections with other people (and yes, the jounin wryly acknowledged the irony in him being the one to say that), and he needed to do it soon.

“Have you heard of the Densetsu no Sannin?” he asked abruptly, acting on a gut instinct.

The three downtrodden students all shook their heads meekly, looking up at him with cautious interest in their eyes.

“They are three of the most powerful ninja ever to come out of Konoha,” Kakashi said, picking his words carefully, mind whirling ten steps ahead as he figured out exactly how he was going to spin this. “They were the Sandaime’s genin team, and they grew up together, fighting together, training together, almost living together sometimes. Senju Tsunade was the first ever frontline medic; she used chakra to enhance her strength so that she was enormously strong, able to devastate large groups of enemies with one punch. Her chakra control was legendary—she could perform miracles of healing that no one else in history has been capable of, and she was the driving force behind Konoha’s hospital and current medic-nin system.” Kakashi saw Sakura’s eyes light up with interest, and prevented his lips from curling with satisfaction.

“Jiraiya, on the other hand,” he continued, looking to the boys, “is a devastating taijutsu and fuuinjutsu master. He could combine his attacks with his teammates for huge effects, or trick enemies and impede their movements. He and Orochimaru, their ninjutsu master, were unstoppable. The three of them were instrumental in the winning of the Second Shinobi War, which earned them the title of the Densetsu no Sannin. Individually, they were each Hokage candidates. Together, they were undefeatable.” Except for that one time against Hanzo of the Salamander, but Kakashi kept that to himself.

“So then where are they now, sensei?” Naruto piped up, eyes intent. “If they’re so good, how come we haven’t heard about them before?”

“For various reasons, they are all out of the village and have been for a long time,” Kakashi replied smoothly. “But they remain the pillar of exemplary teamwork and the ideal that every Konoha team strives toward. If you had become genin, I would have wanted you to look to them as an example as well.”

Kakashi watched, satisfied, as all three of the kids froze. “What do you mean, sensei,” Sakura said slowly, “if we had become genin?”

Kakashi shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Well, it’s clear that you three lack any semblance of teamwork whatsoever. I’m certain you would have failed my test, even if you hadn’t done this first. This kind of reckless, destructive behavior has no place in Konoha’s ninja and therefore no place for you. You have all failed. You can either go back to the Academy, or give up on being a ninja and find another job.”

“No!” all three students cried, talking over each other as they tried to convince him of their sincerity. “Sensei, we swear, we’ll do better—”

“I won’t fight the teme anymore, I promise—”

“I need to become strong, I’ll put up with them if I have to—”

Kakashi raised a hand, and his team fell instantly silent. “Fine,” he said, making sure to keep a fatalistic tone in his voice. “Fine. I’ll give you one chance.” He pulled out his other hand, and two bells rang sweetly in the air. “You have one hour to retrieve one of these bells. If you manage to do so, you will pass. If you don’t, you’re out—back to the Academy. Notice,” he said pointedly, “that there are only two bells. One of you will definitely be going back, no matter what happens. This team dynamic is a disaster, and I’ll find someone else to take the vacant spot.”

He shrugged, fastening the bells to his waist. “Honestly, I don’t think any of you will pass. But you can try. Your one hour starts now.”

Instantly, the three genin vanished. Kakashi let out a silent sigh, pulling out his orange book and slouching tiredly. This was really not how he had expected this to go. Would the bell test even be effective, with these changes and these kids? They had just been told that teamwork was important; would it make a difference?

Well, Kakashi had an hour to find out.

Naruto tried to keep his breathing as quiet as possible as he caught up to Sakura. He’d noted where Sasuke had gone, but he didn’t think the other boy would listen to him at the moment; better to let him cool off and get Sakura-chan on his side first.

“Hey, Sakura—” he began.

“Augh!” Sakura yelped, just barely managing to soften the sound to not give away their position. “ Naruto!” she hissed. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

“Sorry,” Naruto apologized automatically, even though he was a little confused. He hadn’t been sneaking anywhere; he’d thought she’d known he was behind her. Hadn’t she sensed him? “Hey, Sakura—”

“What?” she snapped, crouching behind a tree and scowling.

“I don’t think we’re gonna be able to win against Kakashi-sensei,” Naruto said. “Not unless we work together.”

“What are you talking about?” Sakura said. “You heard what he said. I am not going back to the Academy.”

“Yeah, but—” Naruto waved his arms around, frustrated. How come he was the only one who could see this? He’d thought Sakura-chan and the Teme were supposed to be the top of their class! “But he’s a jounin, Sakura-chan, don’t you understand what that means? He’s the best. I’ve tried to follow him before and he always finds out and loses the tail. And he just told us that teamwork’s super important; I think he wants to see if we can work together even if the outcome seems really bad.”

Sakura stared at him, lips pressed into a thin line. “What do you mean, you’ve tried to follow him before?” she asked suspiciously.

Naruto froze, and then laughed nervously. “Ahahaha, nothing! I didn’t mean anything by it, I was just, y’know, practicing… Anyway, whaddya think? If we find Sasuke-teme and come up with a really good plan, maybe we can get the bells an’ convince Kakashi-sensei to let us pass!”

Sakura looked at him for a few moments longer, green eyes calculating, before she sighed. “Well, it seems like the best option we’re going to get,” she agreed grumpily. “I don’t have the faintest idea about how to take down a jounin. Do you know where Sasuke-kun is?”

“Yeah,” Naruto nodded, though he was again a bit confused. Sasuke was hiding in a tree on the other side of the training ground, couldn’t Sakura-chan tell? “C’mon, I’ll show you.”

“Well, well,” Kakashi drawled, crossing his arms and staring down at his three genin as the dust began to settle out of the air, “I’m actually a bit impressed.”

Naruto grinned, his foxy face covered in dirt and his dark clothes similarly coated. “Yeah! See, see, toldya we could do it, Sakura-chan, Sasuke-teme!” He danced in a little victory circle.

Sakura too was grinning triumphantly, despite the fact that her pretty red dress was ripped and muddy and her long hair was a tangled mess. She thrust her clenched right fist into the air, and the small bells dangling from their strings tinkled gently. “There, sensei! We did it! We got the bells! We win!”

“Hn,” the Uchiha grunted in agreement, trying to hide how hard he was panting. He was looking a little singed, too; that last fireball he’d set off had backfired when Kakashi had used a wind jutsu, and only some very quick backflips and the sacrifice of one of Naruto’s clones had saved Sasuke from getting crisped.

All of the genin, actually, were pretty worse for wear. But they had succeeded.

“Very good,” Kakashi told them, and their faces lit up. “How did you do it, by the way? Who came up with the idea to send Sakura in for the bells?”

“That was the teme’s idea!” Naruto shouted, pointing a finger at Sasuke, who didn’t even seem to mind the form of address too much. “He said that Sakura-chan was the least threatening, so if we distracted you enough, you probably wouldn’t notice her going for the bells! And it was my idea to use my clones for backup, and Sakura-chan told us how to combine our attacks! None of us know any jutsu yet ‘cept for Sasuke-teme, so we had to get creative! So whaddya think, sensei, huh? We’re good, right! We can work as a team! None ‘a us have to go back to the Academy!”

“Yeah,” Sakura said earnestly, “once we actually talked about it, it was obvious we needed to work together! We all helped each other, sensei, you can’t send one of us back!”

“We did manage to pass your test,” Sasuke added, going to stuff his hands in his pockets but then wincing and quickly withdrawing them again—burns.

“Well, all right,” Kakashi said grudgingly, feigning great reluctance. “You did show some pretty impressive teamwork. Which is astonishing, considering two of you—” he cast a harsh eye over the boys, both of whom winced, “—were trying to beat each other up not even an hour ago. Come over here.” He turned and began walking to the edge of Training Ground Three.

Breaking out in furious whispering, the three preteens followed him like ducklings, and Kakashi felt his mouth twitch under his mask. They were pretty cute, he had to admit. And they had actually managed to get his bells. They were the first team ever to actually succeed in the first part of the test.

Kakashi drew to a stop next to the Memorial Stone. “Do you know,” he announced, “what this is?”

Naruto peered at the many names written on the stone. “Some sorta list, sensei? Like…of great ninja or something?” He perked up at the idea.

“Exactly,” Kakashi said, and Naruto perked up even more. “This is the Memorial Stone,” Kakashi continued before the blond could start shouting about whatever. “Every single Konoha ninja who has fallen in the line of service has their name etched into this stone. We remember them, and we honor the sacrifice they made for this village.”

Naruto deflated, and the three genin examined the stone carefully. Sasuke, especially, seemed to pay particular attention to the more recent names, and Kakashi felt a pang of something like sympathy for the kid. None of the Uchihas massacred by Itachi had been put on the stone, because none of them had been killed in action. He didn’t know if that made it better or worse for Sasuke.

“My best friend is on this stone,” he continued, and the genin looked back up at him. “He died saving the lives of me and our other teammate. He was loyal, honorable, and understood the most important thing about being a ninja: that you are only as strong as your bonds with your team.

“Naruto,” Kakashi said, and Naruto jerked, standing up straight. “Why did I tell you that there were only two bells, and that one of you was going to go back to the Academy if they didn’t get a bell?”

“Uh, well…” Naruto scratched his head. “‘Coz you wanted t’see how we’d react, right? I mean, if only two of us can pass, that means we gotta fight each other as much as you, right? And, and,” he continued, warming quickly to his subject, “and teamwork’s really important! And there’s no way we could beat you on our own, sensei, I mean, you’re really, really good! So if we wanted to win, we had to forget about what you said and work together even though one’a us would get sent back. We had ta put the mission above our own aj—agenda!”

Very good,” Kakashi praised, once again surprised by the loud prankster’s insight. Naruto beamed and gave him a thumbs-up. “Naruto is exactly right,” he continued, turning back to Sasuke and Sakura. “This test was designed to evaluate how well you could work as a team in a situation that deliberately sets you up to fail. Konoha ninja almost always work in two- or three-man teams, because you are always stronger together than alone.” His grey eye settled lazily on Sasuke. “Being on a team gives you a huge advantage, especially against a solo enemy. For example…a missing-nin.”

Hah, Kakashi thought, as Sasuke twitched slightly. Got you.

“Sakura,” he said. “Tell me again how you came up with the plan to get the bells.”

The pink-haired girl bit her lip uncertainly. “W-well,” she started hesitantly, “Naruto came and got me, and said that we had to work together to beat you. So then we went to find Sasuke-kun, and we started talking about your strengths and weaknesses. But none of us know anything about you except that you’re strong, so we started talking about our strengths and weaknesses, and Sasuke-kun’s the only one who can do taijutsu or ninjutsu, and Naruto has all of those crazy clones, so they could be really loud and flashy and distract you. Sasuke-kun said that I should grab the bells because I’m—I don’t have any flashy abilities like that, and Naruto said that he could combine techniques with Sasuke-kun for more effect. So…we did,” she finished a bit lamely.

Kakashi nodded. “Sasuke, what is Naruto best at?”

“Pranking,” the Uchiha drawled immediately, dark eyes intent on the older shinobi.

“Indeed. Naruto’s not particularly good at ninjutsu or taijutsu yet, but he can plan excellent pranks, so he’s very versatile and very good at thinking on his feet. And he was the only one to realize the true purpose of the test and get you to work together. Sasuke is the best fighter, and Sakura has an analytical mind. You all made up for each other’s deficiencies. Well done.” Kakashi folded his hands behind his back and observed them quietly for a long, long moment. “You all pass.”

“YES!” Naruto howled, jumping straight up in the air and spinning around excitedly. Sakura squealed and clapped her hands, and even Sasuke gave a slight smile of satisfaction.

“Yes, yes, well done,” Kakashi said longsufferingly. “Well, no time like the present. Let’s get started. Ten laps around the village center, now.”

His one visible eye crinkled up in a smile at the simultaneous yells of outrage.

“Iruka-sensei! Iruka-sensei!” A dark grey-and-blue blur barrelled through the crowd, crashing directly into the chuunin teacher. Iruka oofed but caught the boy, looking down to see Naruto’s bright face grinning up at him. “I passed! I did it! We passed Kakashi-sensei’s test!”

“That’s—” Iruka blinked, honestly gobsmacked. “That’s fantastic, Naruto! Congratulations!”

“Hehe,” Naruto chuckled, letting Iruka go and looking behind him. “Hey, hey, here’s my team! I mean, you know Sakura-chan and Sasuke-teme already, but this is my jounin-sensei, Hatake Kakashi!”

“Yo,” the tall silver-haired man intoned, the fingers of one hand rising in a lazy wave.

Iruka smiled politely, gaze cool. “Yes, we’ve met.”

“Eh? Really?” Naruto asked curiously. “How come ya didn’t tell me, sensei?”

“It was recent,” Iruka replied, and bowed his head slightly. “Kakashi-san.”

“Iruka-sensei,” Kakashi returned. “Come on, Naruto. Time to go. You still have four more laps to complete.”

“Aw man!” Naruto moaned, then grinned at Iruka. “I gotta go train, Iruka-sensei! See ya later!”

And they were off, heading down the street at a jog—even Sakura, who had claimed loudly and often that she hated getting sweaty during her days at the Academy.

Iruka gave Kakashi a look. “Four more laps?” he asked lightly.

“Yep,” Kakashi replied, visible eye crinkling in a false smile. “They’ve already completed six. No time like the present to start team-building, and nothing builds team like shared exhaustion.”

“Mhmm,” Iruka hummed skeptically. Kakashi tapped a finger against his forehead in a lazy salute and ambled off down the street after his kids, who seemed to have stopped to argue a little ways ahead.

 Iruka watched them go and sighed. He suddenly had a creeping sense of impending doom.

 

Chapter Text

“Hey, sensei, why are we here?” Naruto asked, in a surprisingly good whisper for the normally loud-mouthed blond. He waved at a random dark-haired girl across the room, who perked up and hurried into the shelves.

“We are here,” Kakashi said, “because the library is the best place to go when you're starting out. There are lists of ninjutsu, scrolls on taijutsu styles, books on fuuinjutsu and healing and genjutsu and strategy and just about anything you could possibly want to learn. Sasuke, your affinity is Fire, like most of your family, right?”

Sasuke shrugged. “I’ve never been tested, but I learned the Great Fireball Jutsu when I was seven.”

“Mm,” Kakashi hummed. “Well, we’ll test you all later, but for now I’ll start you on some new fire jutsu. Sakura, you’re a genjutsu type, right?”

“I—I guess so,” she replied hesitantly.

“We’ll get started on developing that as soon as possible. True genjutsu users are rare, and you’re smart and inventive enough that that could be a big asset on a team. You also have the best chakra control, so some low-level medical jutsu wouldn’t go amiss either. Naruto—” Kakashi turned to his last student, and stared.

A half-dozen faces grinned back at him. “Yes, sensei!” they all chorused back.

Kakashi blinked slowly, grey eye scanning the crowd of strangers. The girl Naruto had waved to when they’d come in was standing off to the side, presumably having gathered all of the others. There were tall people and short people and girls and boys and an entire mix of faces standing in front of him, but if Kakashi was not mistaken…

“Naruto,” he began slowly, “are these all clones?”

Naruto—the real Naruto—stuck out his hand in a thumbs-up. “Yup! I send a bunch of clones here every day to read up on stuff I don’t wanna read up on myself! I’m learning things soooo fast, sensei, you have no idea!”

“Why are they all wearing henge, though?” Kakashi asked. “Surely the librarians have seen stranger stuff than six of the same person wandering about.”

Naruto’s hand dropped to rub the back of his head sheepishly. “Yeah, uh, well, usually the librarians won’t let me in unless I’m wearing a henge. They, uh, don’t like me much.”

“Did you pull a prank in here or something, dobe?” Sasuke scoffed.

Naruto puffed up. “Teme! No, I didn’t! They just don’t like me, just like everyone else!”

“I see,” Kakashi said calmly, and his students immediately shut up and looked at him with wide eyes. Whoops, maybe some of his killing intent had slipped into his voice. “I will deal with that later. What do you have them working on now, then?”

Immediately all the clones raised their hands. Kakashi pointed to a random boy near the front. “I’m reading about chakra control!” he was told enthusiastically.

“I’m reading about fuuinjutsu!”

“I’m reading about taijutsu!”

“I’m reading about history!”

“I’m reading about mission protocols!”

“All right then,” Kakashi said faintly, when the last clone finished telling them about the maps they’d been studying. “It sounds kind of like you’ve just been pulling whatever caught your eye off the shelves, Naruto.”

“Aheheheh,” Naruto chuckled sheepishly. “Kinda. I mean, Iruka-sensei gave me a few pointers, places to start, but…I didn’t really know what I wanted to learn, so I figured I’d try and learn everything.”

“And you remember it all when they dispel?” Kakashi wanted to know. Just because he received all of the information didn’t mean that it was staying, after all.

Naruto scratched his head. “I mean, yeah, for the most part. In the beginning I used to get really bad headaches and forget a lot of the stuff, but lately I remember most of it.”

Kakashi blinked slowly. Well. Perhaps Namikaze Minato’s genius wasn’t completely lost, after all.

“Well, what have you found? What do you like best?” he asked.

“Fuuinjutsu!” Naruto answered immediately, eyes sparkling. “It’s sooo cool, sensei! And my family, the Uzumaki family, they were really good at it! I had a family that was good at something! So I’m gonna study it super hard and get really good at it too!”

‘I had a family that was good at something’…Oh, Naruto. I’m sorry. Kakashi forcibly pushed away thoughts of his old sensei and his wife. “Well, I know a little bit about sealing. I can help you practice. So we’ll get you some scrolls on that.” Kakashi clapped his hands together. “These will be your homework assignments!”

The three genin immediately groaned as if Kakashi had announced a special kind of torture. “None of that now,” the jounin beamed, “or I’ll be doubling your loads.” Instant silence fell. “I want each of you to have mastered one scroll by the end of the week, when I’ll test you on it. If you pass, great! You get to move onto something new. If not, too bad! You’ll be doing an extra ten laps around the village, on top of our regular training.” Kakashi dropped his hands onto Sasuke and Sakura’s shoulders, who were closest. “Now, let’s go pick you out some homework!”

“I’m going to die,” Naruto moaned, facedown in the grass, arms and legs splayed out like a starfish.

“Me first,” Sasuke panted, flopping onto his back next to his teammate and not even caring when one of his legs fell over the blond’s.

“No, me,” Sakura said, wobbling over and collapsing onto the ground as if her legs couldn’t hold her weight anymore. “He has me walking on water with weights attached to my legs and arms.

“My hands are going to fall off,” Naruto told them, holding up his hands, which were in fact trembling as though he was having a seizure. “He has me practicing handwriting with both hands. After I practice taijutsu and ninjutsu. And do our normal warmups.”

Sasuke snorted, still lying flat on his back. “My mouth and throat are practically burned away by all of the fire jutsu I'm practicing.” And indeed his voice was pretty hoarse, his lips peeling and cracked.

Naruto leaned over and used both hands—because neither one could hold a grip on its own—to pass a water bottle to his teammate. Sasuke accepted it and began taking careful sips, wincing occasionally in pain.

The three of them were silent for a while, catching their breath, before Sakura mused, “I wonder if sensei would let me learn some basic burn medi-jutsu.”

Naruto nodded his head weakly, slowly clenching and unclenching his hands. “Bet he would if you asked. He said if we finished this week’s scrolls, next week was gonna be elemental training, right?” He perked up a bit through his exhaustion. “That’ll be fun! Then it won’t be only Sasuke-teme learning the cool jutsu!”

Sasuke lazily kicked at Naruto’s ankle, but seemed too attached to his water bottle to really put up a protest to the nickname.

Their second week of training was, honestly, far different from anything any of them had expected. Naruto had imagined endless cool jutsu and his sensei being wowed and amazed by the things he had his clones doing. Kakashi was impressed by Naruto’s clones, but he simply told Naruto where to focus them next, that he expected even more next time. To Naruto, who had had so little adult praise and encouragement in his life, the positive attention was like fuel to a forest fire.

Sakura had imagined a bliss-filled, pain-free existence, cheering on Sasuke-kun and looking gorgeous while doing it. She hadn’t really thought about the actual work that went into becoming a ninja, the hard physical training and constant exhaustion. But that was okay, because she could already tell the difference in herself, and she guiltily admitted only to Inner Sakura that she liked it. Kakashi-sensei told her almost every other day how exceptional her chakra control was, and the idea of becoming a genjutsu user with medi-training really appealed to her. Besides, Sasuke-kun seemed to like strong people, no matter what Sakura’s mama said about kunoichi.

Sasuke hadn’t really thought much about his genin team at all, beyond as a negligible stepping-stone in his path to strength and vengeance. He’d been so focused on that for so long, ignoring everything else other than that goal, that Kakashi-sensei’s metaphorical slap upside the head had come as a complete surprise. It was as if he’d shaken off a film clouding his vision, realizing hazily that yes, there were different paths to strength. His mother had told him that once, standing smiling in the kitchen of their house as she made dinner. “There are a hundred ways to skin a cat, Sasuke,” she’d said, eyes calm as she chopped up chicken cubes with blinding speed. “And if you sit and think about it a bit, I bet you can come up with a hundred more.” The knife in her hands had suddenly seemed much more ominous to the young Sasuke.

It wasn’t that easy, of course; the scars from Itachi’s Tsukuyomi ran deep in Sasuke’s psyche, and he found himself slipping back into that tunnel vision frighteningly easily. He still preferred to be alone, preferred quiet contemplation to loud energetic groups, and found himself contemptuously thinking about being a solo ninja every time one of his teammates did something particularly stupid.

But Naruto was actually helping a bit, surprisingly enough. Sasuke hadn’t thought the obnoxious blond would actually be useful in any way, but—

Sasuke blinked over at Naruto, who was using his hands to describe a particularly intense bout of taijutsu from his clones to Sakura, and demanded loudly, “Why are your hands already healed, dobe!”

Naruto and Sakura both jumped and turned to look at him. “Oh,” Naruto said, and raised his hands. They were completely fine, no sign of tremors or red marks from sealing brushes. “Huh,” Naruto said thoughtfully. “I dunno, teme. I’ve always healed fast, I guess.”

“What do you mean, fast!” Sasuke said, and then coughed, eyes watering from the harsh pain of his throat. “No one should heal that fast,” he rasped, taking another swig of water. “We’ve been sitting for what, five minutes? Sakura, how are your legs?”

Sakura stretched out one leg experimentally, and then winced. “Knotting up as we speak,” she replied, and Sasuke had never been more glad than when she had finally started speaking to him normally, about three days ago. “I’ve gotta stretch before I won’t be able to walk home.” She dropped into the first stretch in one of the stretching katas that Kakashi had taught them on their second day. “Sasuke-kun’s right, though,” she continued. “People don’t normally heal that fast, Naruto. Do you have a special ability or something?”

Naruto scratched the back of his head and shrugged. “Not really, I don’t think. I’ve always been this way.”

“Come to think of it,” Sasuke said slowly, speaking quietly to avoid irritating his throat even more, “you were completely fine at the end of our first day, even after fighting with me and the training Kakashi-sensei put us through. You didn’t even have any scrapes or bruises.”

There was a rustle of leaves—which, all three of them had painfully learned, was only a courtesy on their teacher’s part, the jounin capable of moving completely silently over any surface—and Kakashi-sensei dropped down out of a tree to stand next to Sakura. “Slacking, my cute genin?” he asked cheerfully, his visible eye crinkling into an upside-down smile at them.

“Sensei, why can Naruto heal so fast?” Sasuke asked, completely ignoring Kakashi-sensei’s question. “Is it something learnable?” An ability like that would be immeasurably useful for a ninja.

Kakashi’s grey eye slanted over to look at Naruto, and something in the atmosphere seemed to change the tiniest bit. “Unfortunately not,” he said lightly. “Part of his stamina and vitality is a family trait, which was exacerbated at Naruto’s birth by an unfortunate circumstance.”

“What’s exa-ser-bated?” Naruto asked, forehead wrinkling as it always did when he didn’t understand something.

“Compounded,” Kakashi clarified. When the confused look didn’t go away, he sighed. “Worsened. Well, in this case, since it’s a positive change, increased would be better.”

“Oh,” Naruto said, and he deflated for some reason. Why would he be upset about this? Sasuke wondered, confused. No matter how unfortunate the circumstance, those were some damn good results to come out of it. Then, inexplicably, Naruto perked up again. “But it’s originally a family trait, sensei? From the Uzumaki? Or—” he faltered for a second, then forged on brightly, “or my other family?”

Kakashi nodded, lazy gaze fixed with surprising intensity on the blond. “Yes. Your father was from a small newly-established clan, but the Uzumaki clan was well-known for its stamina and huge chakra reserves, as well as their vitality—they were uncommonly healthy, with higher natural resistance to poisons and a higher healing factor. They were notoriously hard to kill because of it.”

This, for some reason, made Naruto deflate again. “But I never heard of an Uzumaki other’n me,” he said quietly. “They’re not around any more.”

“No, they’re not,” Kakashi-sensei agreed quietly.

The clearing was silent. Sakura looked, stricken, between their teacher and Naruto, clearly unsure of what to say or do. Sasuke felt similarly stunned, though he hoped he was hiding it a bit better. To learn that Naruto, dead last good-for-nothing orphan, was from such a powerful family, and yet had nobody left… Sasuke had never heard of the Uzumaki clan before.

At least I knew my family, he found himself thinking bleakly.

Finally, Naruto visibly rallied. “Well, there’s still me!” he declared brightly, smiling. It looked just as bright as his smiles when everyone in their Academy class laughed at him, and Sasuke thought with a jolt that maybe there were depths to his teammate that he had absolutely no idea of. “And I’m gonna make the Uzumaki name famous all over the world again! Believe it!” He clenched one of his hands into a fist. “Promise of a lifetime!” he vowed, blue eyes burning with fire as he looked up at their teacher.

Kakashi-sensei blinked lazily, and Sasuke couldn’t read his reaction at all—any openness that had been there previously had suddenly become obscured, through some subtle shift of body language that Sasuke wanted to learn, dammit. “Maa,” sensei drawled, “if it’s you, Naruto, you just might manage it.”

Naruto beamed, hopping to his feet. “Right!” he said. “What’s next, sensei? More stamina training? More laps? Or are you gonna teach us something new? Sasuke-teme ‘n’ I are getting really good at tree-climbing!”

Kakashi-sensei shook his head, spiky grey hair bobbing with the movement. “No more training today,” he replied, and ignored both Naruto’s groan of disappointment and Sasuke’s and Sakura’s moans of relief. “It’s almost five in the afternoon, and I want you guys to all go home and get some good rest. Tomorrow we’re going to do some melee training.” Stuffing his hands into his pockets, the tall jounin slouched away towards the road.

“Wait a second!” Naruto shouted excitedly, and in seconds Kakashi was surrounded by all three of his cute genin, all of them bouncing enthusiastically. “You mean we’re finally gonna get to fight, sensei?” Naruto asked, all but tugging on Kakashi’s sleeve.

“Aa,” Kakashi affirmed, not stopping his stroll towards downtown but shortening his stride unnoticeably so that Sasuke and Sakura—both still suffering from training—could keep up without pain.

“But melee training needs a lot of people,” Sasuke rasped. “A melee implies a fair amount of people fighting against each other. How are you going to have us fight like that? I thought the point was to build our teamwork together?”

Ah, it was so good to hear words of teamwork falling from an Uchiha’s lips, Kakashi thought happily. “Very true, Sasuke-kun,” he told the little ninja, and watched Sasuke’s face screw up in a fascinating mix of pleasure at the praise and disgust at the form of address. “True, I want you three to work on fighting together,” Kakashi continued. “Which is why we will be joining up with the other two teams who graduated from your year. Their teachers agreed with me that some group training will be good morale. It’ll basically be three-on-three-on-three, team against team. The last team with all of their members standing wins, so you’d better think about how to work together. Team leader will be Sakura.” And Kakashi waited for that explosive tag to go off.

“WHAT!” Two male voices shouted, and then they immediately had to stop while Sasuke bent over his knees to cough.

“It’s quite simple,” Kakashi told them, reaching out with a chakra-heavy hand to place a finger against Sasuke’s throat. The boy froze with wide eyes, and Kakashi withdrew his hand with the raw throat and burns soothed and well on their way to healing. “Sakura has the best strategy. She doesn’t have either of your power, so she’s had to sit back and think about how to use what she has to the best of her ability. Plus you two will actually listen to her, and I’m not entirely sure you’d listen to each other.” Kakashi cast a gimlet eye down at his two male students; Sasuke looked away with a scoff, and Naruto shuffled his feet sheepishly but didn’t seem very apologetic.

“Well, now you’ve got your mission parameters,” Kakashi said, clapping his gloved hands together. “You’ve got until nine o’clock tomorrow morning to plan. Have fun!” And he disappeared in a swirl of leaves.

Or that’s what it looked like, anyway; in actuality the shunshin had just carried him to the roof of the building directly across from them, and Kakashi clamped down on his chakra and peered over the edge, eager to see what his students would do with this information.

“Hey, hey,” Naruto was bouncing again, filled with energy now that he’d been given something new to conquer, “d’you guys wanna come over to my place and eat dinner and talk about what we’re gonna do? I’ll cook!”

A brave move, Kakashi mused, considering that most of his meal invitations still get shot down by both of his teammates.

Sakura hesitated, glancing over at Sasuke, but surprisingly she was the first to answer. “Sure, I guess,” she said shyly. “I told my parents I was going to be out late training anyway, because I thought Kakashi-sensei was going to keep us late again.” She glanced over again. “Sasuke-kun?”

The little Uchiha’s body language screamed discomfort, but Kakashi was pleased to note that he hadn’t run away yet. “Hn,” he grunted—and that had to be a grunt of agreement, because he still didn’t turn around and head for the Uchiha compound! Kakashi was so proud of his dysfunctional baby genin.

“Yeah!” Naruto shouted, jumping up and punching the air. “Come on, it’s this way!”

His teammates followed him down the road, their shadows stretching out behind them in the late afternoon light. “And it can’t be instant ramen, Naruto!” Sakura’s voice drifted back. “That’s not real food!”

“Ahehehe,” Kakashi could hear Naruto’s nervous chuckle. “Maybe we should stop by the market first…”

Their voices faded into the distance, and Kakashi rolled onto his back, staring up at the blue sky. Having genin, he mused to himself, despite the many (many, many, many) potholes, wasn’t so bad after all.

“So,” Naruto said through a mouthful of hot hot hot nabe, “Wassa plan for t’morrow?” He reached into the simmering pot for more meat and cabbage, avoiding the weird mushrooms as best he could. Sakura-chan had insisted that you couldn’t have nabe without mushrooms, and Sasuke had just grunted and ignored Naruto to toss them in the basket. But even with the mushrooms, it was really good! Naruto had never had nabe before; it seemed really easy to make! He bet it’d taste even better if it had ramen noodles in it!

Sakura slurped up a mushroom thoughtfully (Naruto repressed his shudder of disgust). “Well,” she said, chewing slowly, “Kakashi-sensei said we’re going to be up against the two other genin teams. That’s Hinata-chan, Kiba, and Shino, and then the Ino-Shika-Cho team.”

“What’s the Ino-Shika-Cho team?” Naruto interrupted, curious.

“Oh,” Sakura blinked. “You don’t know?” But her tone was curious rather than derisive, and she continued before Naruto had the chance to feel more than a twinge of defensive embarrassment at not knowing something again. “The Yamanaka, Akimichi, and Nara clans have been allied for a long time, and whenever three of them end up in the same academy year, they always get placed on the same team. Their skills balance each other really well, or something. The Nara are really smart and fantastic strategists, the Akimichi are taijutsu experts, and the Yamanaka are mind jutsu and intelligence experts.” She emptied her bowl and reached for the ladle, spooning more of the nabe into her bowl. “I think I heard Ino-pig say that her father’s team is the best intelligence and strategy team in Konoha.”

Naruto’s forehead wrinkled, but he nodded slowly. That made sense. “How ‘bout Kiba’s team, then?” he asked. “What do they specialize in?”

“Scouting,” came the answer from an unexpected source. Sasuke had been pretty quiet up until that point, eating silently and ignoring Naruto’s and Sakura’s banter while the nabe cooked, but now he joined the conversation as if he’d always been a part of it. “The Hyuuga have the Byakugan, which can see through any barrier and map any chakra in the area. The Inuzuka noses and tracking abilities are the best in the village. The Aburame’s kikaichu can be used for any variety of things, from sucking out chakra to poison to infiltration to active combat. Hyuuga-Inuzuka-Aburame teams are generally sent on search-and-rescue, tracking, or scouting missions. There’s always at least one team on patrol in the forest surrounding Konoha, guarding our perimeter.”

“Huh.” Naruto chewed on that (and the delicious cabbage in his mouth) for a moment. That sounded pretty cool, actually. “So then what about us?” he asked. “What does our team specialize in?”

Sasuke and Sakura both turned to look at him. It was clear that they’d never even thought about it. “Guys…” Naruto said slowly, the real meaning of his question sinking in. “What do we specialize in?”

“I don’t know,” Sakura said quietly, realization hitting her too. “Why were we put together as a team? Why put the three of us together, and not some other kids?”

They were all silent for a moment, thinking.

“I think,” Sasuke said slowly, after a long while, “that we’re supposed to be an attack team.”

Naruto and Sakura both turned to look at him. “What makes you say that, Sasuke-kun?” Sakura asked.

“Well, think about it. The top shinobi and top kunoichi, with the dead last student.” Sasuke ignored Naruto’s automatic and, to be honest, token protest. “I’m an Uchiha, with the Sharingan and an unlimited capacity for learning jutsu.” Then he scowled. “Well, I will have the Sharingan. Then there’s you,” he continued, pointing at Sakura, who looked both pleased and nervous by the attention. “You’re smart, and have good chakra control, even if you can’t do much else. And Naruto’s got ridiculous amounts of chakra. In our graduating year we already have a strategy-defense team and a tracking team. That leaves us to be the attack team.”

All three genin thought about that. “Cool!” Naruto finally declared, grinning. “We’re gonna be an awesome attack team, believe it!” He stole the largest piece of meat from the nabe pot in celebration.

“But that’s not really good,” Sakura countered, frowning. “I mean, maybe we’ll be able to be that one day, but we’re not now. And we have to go up against the other two teams tomorrow, and Ino-Shika-Cho have been training together for a long time, and I don’t know anything about what Hinata-chan’s team has been learning but I bet they’re really good too, and we’ve just barely started working together—”

“Hey, hey, it’ll be okay, Sakura-chan!” Naruto interrupted. “You’re our team leader, and you’re really smart, and we’ve got all night ta figure this out! Bein’ an attack team just means we don’t have ta sneak around and stuff, right? We can just go fight them!”

“Idiot,” Sasuke snorted. “How do you expect to fight an Aburame’s bugs, or the Nara’s shadow jutsu? That’s what planning’s for.”

“Don’t call me an idiot, teme!” Naruto fired back. “I know that! I just meant we don’t really have ta worry about what we’re gonna be in the future, we just have ta focus on the fight tomorrow! Besides, I bet Sakura-chan knows how ta fight them, don’t you?” He turned and stared expectantly at Sakura, who went a little pink.

“Well, I do have some ideas,” she said hesitantly. “Let’s talk about them after dinner, though.”

“Okay!” Naruto said cheerily, and then squabbled with Sasuke over who got the last of the nabe until Sakura got fed up and walloped Naruto on the head, shouting about how she was the one doing all of the thinking and planning, so she should get the last of it.

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“Don’t forget,” Asuma said, “don’t underestimate the other teams. They’ve been training hard just like you have these past few weeks, so their styles—”

“We know, sensei,” Ino said, rolling her eyes as she surveyed the bare field of the training ground where they were waiting. Neither of the other rookie teams had arrived yet, and she couldn’t wait to see Sasuke-kun and beat Forehead into the ground. See who was the best kunoichi then!

Shikamaru yawned, slumping over even further and scowling at the early morning sun. “Why did we have to do this melee thing so early,” he complained. He looked half-asleep on his feet.

Ino ignored him, and Chouji (as the other boy passed Shikamaru a consolatory chip). She’d just spotted a tall lanky figure with a tuft of silver hair coming down the road, and her whole body tensed, arrowed in on her target.

There, around him! Three smaller figures walked at the jounin’s side, and Naruto’s bright yellow hair was recognizable from almost any distance.

“SASUKE-KUN!” Ino shrieked, and shot down the road.

“Whoa—!” Sasuke spun to the side so quickly Ino could barely see it, before she felt a hammer blow strike her in the back and send her crashing straight into the dirt. For a moment all of her senses were filled with the dirt of the road, and then her lungs seized and she coughed weakly, rolling over and wiping at her face. Dust filled her nose and made her eyes tear up, and Ino blinked madly, staring up at four blurry figures around her and trying to figure out what had just happened.

“—Job, teme, are ya trying to kill her?” Naruto was saying loudly, gesticulating wildly at his teammate.

“Shut up, dobe, it was an accident, she just came flying at me,” Sasuke grumbled, but his tone wasn’t nearly as biting as it usually was when he spoke to Naruto. In fact, it might have even sounded a bit…guilty?

The third small figure bent down and helped Ino to her feet, brushing her down. Ino sneezed three times in a row and finally managed to clear her eyes of the dust, only to find Sakura patting her back gently to remove dirt. The two boys were still arguing, and their tall jounin-sensei was just standing off to the side, reading a bright orange book as if all of this was totally normal.

“Hey, sorry about that,” Sakura said sympathetically, and Ino turned wide, shocked eyes to her former friend. “Hurts, doesn’t it? Sasuke-kun’s kicked me in the back before too, you’ll probably have a nasty bruise for a couple weeks. It doesn’t look like he cracked any of your ribs or anything though, so that’s good. Get one of your teammates or parents to ice it, or it’ll take a lot longer to heal.”

Okay, Ino thought, Sakura had clearly been replaced by an imposter. And not even a very good one.

“What the heck, Forehead!” she managed to cough out, her lungs still not totally convinced that they could work properly. “What was that?” She batted Sakura’s hands away, not liking how comforting they felt.

Sakura drew back, a little frown flitting over her face. “Well, Sasuke-kun’s been training hard, you know, we all have. He’s gotten a lot faster, hasn’t he?”

“I’ll say,” Shikamaru said, his usual drawl gone. Ino turned to see that her team had caught up with her, all three of them looking concerned for her and confused at Team Seven. Shikamaru was staring at Sasuke, who had finally stopping sniping with Naruto and was staring back, arms folded defensively over his chest. “You’re different, Uchiha.”

“Am I supposed to be flattered, Nara?” Sasuke shot back, and then turned to Naruto and his sensei. “Come on, let’s get this thing started.” He stalked down the road toward the training ground.

The tall silver-haired jounin nodded amiably at Team Ten and followed his dark-haired student, Asuma falling in at his side and bending their heads together to talk. Naruto patted Ino awkwardly on her shoulder, chirped, “Sorry ‘bout that, Ino-chan! Sasuke’s not really house-trained yet!” and bounced after them.

Sakura hurried to join her team, and Ino stared after them, completely blindsided. “What the heck,” she said slowly, “was that?”

“Precisely what I want to know,” Shikamaru muttered, moving in on Ino’s right side as Chouji moved in on her left. He stared with narrowed eyes down the road at Team Seven’s backs, and groaned softly. “Ugh, this is going to be way more troublesome than I had thought.”

“What?” Ino asked, distracted as she tried to beat the dust out of her long ponytail. “What do you mean?”

Look at them, Ino,” Shikamaru sighed. “Look at the way they move.”

Surprised, Ino flicked her hair over her shoulder and did as her teammate said.

At first she didn’t see it. They were just walking down the road, they’d almost reached the entrance to the training ground now; Naruto and Sakura had caught up to Sasuke-kun and were walking on either side of him, apparently having an intense conversation about something. Ino’d never seen them be so civil before; they were walking peacefully together, not even touching, though all three seemed kind of twitchy—

Ino blinked. “They walk differently,” she said slowly.

“They walk like ninja,” Shikamaru corrected.

And they did. Every step was fluid, economical; what Ino had thought was twitchiness was them constantly scanning their surroundings. They walked close enough to defend each other, but far enough away to not foul each other if they needed to get off a sudden attack. Compared to the imploding ball of chaos that Team Seven had been when it’d formed, it was as different as night and day.

“Weird,” Chouji said, bewildered. “How’d they do that? We’ve been working together for years and I don’t think we look like that.”

Troublesome,” Shikamaru muttered, which did not answer Chouji’s question.

Ino scowled suddenly. “Well, I don’t care,” she sniffed. “We’re the stronger team, and we have better teamwork. We’re gonna beat them today and show Sakura-pig just who deserves Sasuke-kun’s hand in marriage!”

“When did this become about marriage,” one of her teammates hissed behind her, but Ino ignored them as she marched forward, trying to ignore the pain in her back.

“Heeey,” a loud familiar voice shouted, and Team Eight came into view, Kiba waving one arm energetically. “Sorry we’re late! Let’s get this party started!”

Yes, Ino vowed as the nine rookies all gathered in front of their sensei, it didn’t matter how nicely Sakura walked. Ino would show her exactly who the better kunoichi was.

“Right,” Kakashi-sensei said, for once not holding his stupid orange book, all of his attention on the teams. Naruto suppressed an excited bounce—he loved it when Kakashi focused on them, it always meant they were going to learn really cool stuff. “This is standard melee combat, three-on-three-on-three. You and your teammates have encountered two teams of foreign ninja and your duty is to neutralize them however you can.” The big bear-looking sensei drove his elbow into Kakashi’s side, and Kakashi immediately amended, not sounding winded in the slightest, “Without, of course, permanently maiming or killing each other. This is a training exercise, after all.”

“You’ll have two hours to complete the task,” the pretty sensei of Team Eight said, her red eyes surprisingly warm and non-creepy as she looked at them. “The team with the most members standing at the end wins. This is an exercise for you to practice your teamwork and cooperation, so be sure to work together.”

Pah, Naruto thought, and glances at his two teammates told him that they were thinking the same thing. None of this ‘most members standing’ thing. We’re ALL gonna make it through, and we’re gonna take EVERYBODY else out.

“Stay in the training grounds,” Kakashi picked up, now sounding bored, “and be as stealthy as you can. We’ll be hanging around watching you, but we won’t jump in unless something really goes wrong. So look out for each other.” And with that, he seemed to think the explanation was done, because he disappeared in a swirl of leaves.

The other two jounin-sensei sighed in tandem, then nodded at their teams and wished them good luck before disappearing too.

“Right,” Naruto said, his grin probably bordering on a little savage, “let’s get started!” And he grabbed Sasuke’s and Sakura’s arms and dashed off into the training ground.

They didn’t go far, though; their strategy depended on them making some pretty big plays as quickly as they could, so Team Seven just went far enough to hide themselves in the trees as they plotted out their first move.

“We’ve got to take out Kiba’s team first,” Sakura whispered almost silently, repeating what she’d told them last night. “They’re the most danger to us if this battle goes on for longer than we want.”

“Right,” Naruto nodded, keeping half of his attention on the moving chakra signatures of the other genin. “We can’t hide from them, so who should we take out first?”

Shino, Sakura signed with her hands, using the improvised hand signals they’d come up with last night. They’d made signs for their six opponents, along with signals for down (a thumbs down), failed (an x with both arms crossed in front of them), jounin (one hand imitating Kakashi’s spiky hair), and a separate one for Kakashi (both hands imitating reading a book). Simple, but with Kiba’s enhanced hearing and Shino’s bugs, they’d thought some hand signals were necessary.

Naruto nodded thoughtfully. That made sense; the longer Shino was in action, the more time he had to spread his bugs around the training ground, making it more and more difficult for him to be caught unaware. As it was, they’d quickly discarded the idea of taking Team Eight by surprise. They just didn’t have the skill yet to counter that kind of tracking ability, so they were going to have to hit hard and quick and hope to keep them off-balance.

Me and Sasuke? Naruto gestured, and Sakura nodded, then pointed sternly at Sasuke. No flames! She made a weird wiggly motion to indicate fire, and Sasuke rolled his eyes but nodded. They didn’t want to kill Shino’s bugs, after all.

“Clones?” Naruto whispered as low as he could, his hands already forming the Tiger seal.

Sakura nodded and held up all ten fingers, flashing them twice. Naruto concentrated and created twenty clones, popping them into existence on the branches around them. “Let’s go!” he grinned at Sasuke, who rolled his eyes again and sprang off through the branches.

Naruto and five clones followed him, the others staying behind to take orders from and guard Sakura. Barely ten seconds in he had to tug Sasuke to the right, because the Uchiha was heading in totally the wrong direction. “They’re over here, teme,” Naruto mouthed, gesturing. “About forty meters.”

Sasuke nodded, eyes suddenly narrowing in thought. “Ground or trees?” he asked in a tone just barely above a whisper.

“Uh—” Naruto concentrated over in that direction, not sure if he could even tell the difference. But the warm lights he could feel were definitely positioned lower than they were, so he said, “Ground,” feeling pretty confident.

Sasuke nodded, staring at Naruto for a long moment before leaping through the trees. All three of them were still getting the hang of tree-running, but their natural athleticism helped save them from any slips with their chakra and kept them from faceplanting into the ground.

This advantage was what allowed them to plough right into Team Eight’s fortified position.

The trees immediately exploded in a flurry of movement and shouts and angry buzzing. Team Eight had clearly known they were coming and decided to stand and fight, as Sakura had predicted, but they were woefully unprepared for Naruto and Sasuke’s dual assault and the presence of Naruto’s clones.

Two of the clones were instantly overwhelmed by Shino’s bugs, drained of chakra in moments and popping out of existence. But the distraction cost Shino dearly as Sasuke and two more Narutos were able to get around behind him, Sasuke lashing out with the hilt of a kunai and rapping the Aburame hard over the back of the head, stunning him. The last clone and the real Naruto engaged Kiba, Akamaru, and Hinata, keeping them from aiding their teammate as Sasuke whipped ninja wire around Shino’s hands, temporarily disabling them and allowing him to get close enough to crack Shino over the back of the head again, knocking him out completely.

“Stink bomb!” Naruto yelled, and Sasuke immediately leapt for the trees as a cloud of noxious smoke exploded in the clearing below him. Kiba and Akamaru howled in distress, and Sasuke could hear the three remaining members of Team Eight stumbling around below them.

Sakura tapped Sasuke on the shoulder, finally having caught up to them. She held up her hands in the first seal for the False Surroundings genjutsu, and Sasuke nodded sharply. It wouldn’t fool Hinata for long, but if they could get the genjutsu to take for even a few seconds, it would give them the advantage.

The genjutsu slid into place with barely a ripple, hiding the addition of the other Naruto clones in the trees and making all of the bushes and stones on the ground appear just slightly left of where they actually are. Sakura couldn’t hold it for long, though, so Sasuke took a deep breath of relatively-clean air and then dove down into the stinking cloud.

Akamaru, still just a puppy, was sneezing so hard that it was almost too easy to wrap him up in ninja wire and dump him at the edge of the clearing. Kiba and Hinata had managed to stumble out of the stink bomb’s blast radius and were standing back to back, Kiba’s eyes and nose streaming as he tried to fight off the attack on the most sensitive of his senses. He caught sight of Sasuke and Akamaru, and with a roar, charged.

He was faster than Sasuke had expected; he crossed the distance between them in just a few bounds, and his hands—claw-tipped, Sasuke noticed in surprise—slashed across his chest before he could get away. Sasuke managed to turn at the last second, and those claws raked across his shoulder rather than his chest, tearing through his shirt and leaving bloody furrows in their wake. He lashed out with a foot, kicking Kiba in the chest and creating enough space between them to regain his balance.

The genjutsu flickered and disappeared. Sasuke couldn’t tell if Sakura had run out of chakra or if Hinata had dispelled it, but it didn’t matter because with a cry of “Sorry, Hinata-chan!” Naruto was tackling her head-on. But Sasuke didn’t have time to pay attention to that; Kiba was coming after him again, and the Inuzuka was one of the best in their class at taijutsu even without his furry companion and their combined clan techniques.

And he was strong, Sasuke realized sourly, nearly getting bowled over as Kiba rushed him again. He planted his feet with an extra chakra boost and flipped Kiba through the air, slamming him into the ground and trying to get him in a lock. But he couldn’t grapple with the other boy for long; Kiba was far stronger than him, and apparently more used to wrestling as well—probably from the Inuzuka dogs. Sasuke broke away with a bruise darkening his chest and five more claw marks scoring his hip.

We underestimated him, Sasuke thought grimly, drawing two kunai and dashing for a tree. He’s better than I thought. He ran up the trunk and flipped over Kiba’s head, lashing out with one fist and striking him on the back of the head with the hilt of the kunai. Kiba stumbled but didn’t go down, and Sasuke growled in frustration as he touched the ground and then instantly sprang back towards him.

It took a bit longer and a few more blows, but finally Sasuke managed to hit the sweet spot on Kiba’s neck and the Inuzuka dropped like a stone, eyes rolling back in his head as he fell unconscious. Panting, Sasuke moved to tie him up and then surveyed the area.

Shino was still out on the other side of the clearing. Some of his bugs were milling around, but without any direction from Shino they seemed to be harmless. Naruto and Sakura stood by a trussed-up Hinata, whose eyes had been blindfolded shut. With a grunt, Sasuke dragged Kiba over to Akamaru and dropped him on the forest floor.

“Nice!” Naruto whispered, face bright and grinning. “That wasn’t too bad! Now we just gotta find—” But all of a sudden he froze, face blank and unmoving.

“Oh shit!” Sasuke cursed, glancing down and noticing the unnatural shadow attached to Naruto’s feet. He leapt backwards immediately, which turned out to be a good decision as Chouji hurtled out of the trees and landed right where Sasuke had been standing. With a blood-curdling battle cry, Ino launched herself from a tree and attacked Sakura.

This was bad. They weren’t ready, they were still catching their breath from fighting Team Eight, and Naruto had been trapped by the Nara Shadow Possession Jutsu. Sasuke cursed violently in his head as he whipped three shuriken at Chouji’s large form, gaining a bit of distance and thinking quickly.

Team Ten clearly had their own strategy prepared. They’d split Team Seven nicely, with each member taking one of Sasuke’s team. He could see parts of the epic grudge-match going on between Sakura and Ino; that was bound to be devastating and honestly, Sasuke didn’t know who would win.

Where’s Shikamaru? Sasuke thought urgently, trying to look around while fighting off Chouji at the same time. Why hasn’t he shown himself—

Chouji caught Sasuke on the side of the head with a hammer-blow of his fist, and suddenly Sasuke found himself on the ground, struggling to breathe as he blinked up at the tree canopy over his head. Chouji quickly went in for the capture, and Sasuke lashed out dazedly as best he could, kunai scoring deep cuts on the bigger boy’s arms—

A roar sounded from across the clearing, and Sasuke felt his head spin. But then he recognized the voice that shouted, “ Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!

And suddenly the forest was filled with Naruto.

Sasuke had no idea what happened next in the scrum of bodies. By the time it was over, though, Chouji, Ino, and Shikamaru were being dragged together by victorious clones, and Naruto—the real one, Sasuke thought but wasn’t sure—was leaning over to help Sasuke to his feet.

“You all right, teme?” he asked anxiously, looking Sasuke over. “You took a coupla nasty blows.”

Sasuke went to nod, and then nearly fell over at the pounding of his skull. “I’m fine, dobe,” he snapped anyway, one hand at his head. “How’s Sakura?”

“I’m okay,” Sakura’s voice came, exhausted, and their pink-haired teammate joined them, nursing some nasty bruises of her own by the look of it. “What happened?”

Naruto shrugged, because even he wasn’t too sure. “Dunno,” he replied. “I was stuck in Shikamaru’s jutsu, and then suddenly it broke.” He wandered back over to their prisoners. “Hey, Shikamaru, did you break the jutsu or did I?”

Shikamaru glared tiredly up at them, hair and clothes completely mussed. “Troublesome,” he muttered grumpily. “It was a bit of both, I think. You were fighting the jutsu really hard, and I can’t hold it for very long yet. But what the heck was that, Naruto? Kage Bunshin no Jutsu? Where on earth did you learn that?”

Naruto grinned. “That’s my special jutsu!” he boasted. “‘S great, isn’t it? Real clones! I learned it from—”

“All right, that’s enough now,” Kakashi cut in, dropping out of the trees with the other two sensei. “Team Seven seems to have won pretty decisively. Let’s get everyone back on their feet and then discuss what happened.”

Pretty-sensei and Bear-sensei were already moving to their teams and untying and reviving them. Naruto was fine, but both Sasuke and Sakura looked pretty banged up, especially Sasuke who had ended up taking on two taijutsu specialists in a row. Kakashi looked them both over and gave Sasuke a damp cloth to clean up his bleeding cuts from Kiba, and then all twelve ninja (plus Akamaru) moved away from the clearing—which still smelled of the stink bomb Naruto had dropped—and settled on the open grassy field near the entrance to the training ground.

“Now,” Kakashi said, looking around at all of the genin, “tell us about your strategies and your plans for your fellow genin.”

Naruto shrugged. “We talked last night,” he said, “and we made lists of all of the things we knew about the other teams. Then Sakura-chan came up with plans on how to take out each member. It totally didn’t go like we planned, though! Everything was all over the place and we had ta do things out of order an’ then Shikamaru’s team caught up to us and we totally had to wing it!”

All three jounin nodded as if this made perfect sense to them—not only made perfect sense, but they had expected it. “There is a famous saying,” Pretty-sensei said, her red eyes calm as she looked over her own genin. “‘No battle plan survives contact with the enemy’. You all made plans based on what you wanted to happen, rather than what would realistically happen. Of course, that’s perfectly normal; ideally, our plans would go exactly as we expect. But you have to account for the other sides’ actions as well, and make plans for that. A good shinobi has multiple strategies and can adapt on the fly.”

“Which you were all very good at today,” Bear-sensei added, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up. “Kiba did quite well adapting to Akamaru getting taken out so quickly, and Shikamaru, I don’t think you planned from the beginning to attack Team Seven?”

“Yeah,” Shikamaru shrugged, almost boneless on the ground and clearly wanting to take a nap. “We were coming to take out Shino, because his bugs were the most dangerous if left for a long time.”

“That’s what we thought too!” Sakura jumped in. “If Shino had had time, he’d have spread his bugs all over the forest and been nearly impossible to beat. So we thought we’d take him out first.”

Shino let out a quiet “hn” and ducked his nose behind his high collar. Naruto could see a faint dusting of pleased pink on his cheeks.

“And then we thought to take out Kiba next,” Sakura continued, gesturing at the dog ninja, “because his nose combined with Hinata-chan’s Byakugan were probably the next dangerous.”

“Yeah, thanks for that,” Kiba grumbled, rubbing at his nose. “I still can’t smell anything other than that awful stink bomb you guys dropped.” Akamaru let out a huge sneeze in agreement. Naruto grinned proudly, even though his own nose wasn’t very happy with him either.

“But then, what to do about Ino’s team?” Sakura continued. “The Ino-Shika-Cho team is probably the best at actual fighting right now, and Shikamaru’s a genius, so we wanted to take him out too, but we wanted to do it on our terms. So our plan was to neutralize Team Eight and then regroup and maybe rest a bit before going after Team Ten. But then they came and found us when we were already exhausted from fighting Team Eight. I think we would’ve probably lost if Naruto hadn’t gotten free and spammed us with clones.”

“Yes, well done Naruto,” Kakashi murmured, and Naruto beamed, sitting up even straighter. “Of course, all nine of you already know a fair bit about each other’s strengths and weaknesses. If you were actually all from different villages, you wouldn’t know anything about each other and would have to adapt on the fly based on what you observed about each other’s abilities in combat. Still, you did a very good job.”

“And what about you guys?” Pretty-sensei asked her team. “What was your plan?”

Kiba shrugged. “We were gonna go after Team Ten first,” he replied. “We wanted to take out Shikamaru and Chouji. But then Naruto and Sasuke totally surprised us!”

Naruto was a little offended that neither of the other rookie teams had thought that Team Seven was a big threat, but he admitted to himself that it made sense; they hadn’t been a big threat, before.

“Well, you all did decently for a first try.” Kakashi squinted up at the sun. “Team Seven, you get a break until one o’clock, and then meet me at Training Ground Three. We’ll talk more about your strategy then. Eat, take care of your injuries, and come back ready to train some more.”

“Okay, sensei!” Naruto agreed, the three of them all hopping to their feet. They followed their sensei out of the training ground, and Naruto barely caught Ino’s voice behind them:

“Wow, Asuma-sensei, their jounin-sensei is way more of a hardass than you are.”

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“Mornin’, Sasuke,” Naruto yawned, slumping down on the bridge next to his teammate as they waited for their third teammate and their sensei to arrive. Squinting at the sky to gauge the weather for the day, he absently stretched out his legs as he waited. “What d’ya think we’ll be doing today?”

Sasuke shrugged, moving stiffly after the melee fight from yesterday—though he seemed pretty okay, all told. Kakashi-sensei had had them stretching and working on flexibility for most of the afternoon after they fought Teams Eight and Ten, which Naruto suspected had a lot to do with why Sasuke was moving as freely as he was, despite his bruises.

“Sensei said he’d start us on elemental training this week,” Sasuke said, and it took Naruto a moment to realize that his taciturn teammate was responding to the question he’d asked earlier. “We’ll probably do affinity testing, and then work on that.”

Naruto nodded thoughtfully, spreading his legs wide into a perpendicular split and laying his torso down on the ground in front of him. “‘S true. I forgot about that. You’re Fire, right?”

Sasuke shrugged.

Naruto huffed. “Well you can do that Great Fireball whatever pretty well, right?”

Great Fireball Technique, dobe, and yeah, I’m pretty good.” At first Naruto thought Sasuke was done speaking, but then his teammate added quietly, “That jutsu’s—was used as a coming-of-age for Uchiha. You weren’t considered an adult until you could perform the Gokakyuu no Jutsu.”

“Oh.” Naruto stared at the dark-haired boy. Sasuke had never, ever, ever offered up information about his family before. Naruto wasn’t exactly sure what to do with this situation; how did he keep from making Sasuke clam up again? Shit, what should he say? “But, uh…” Naruto made a vague gesture with his hands. “You were pretty young when your family—I mean, you were eight, right? You learned the jutsu when you were eight?”

A tiny, barely-there smile flickered across Sasuke’s face. “I was seven, actually. I mastered it in a week.”

“Wow, teme.” Naruto sat back and thought about that. “That’s pretty impressive.”

But sharing time seemed to be over, because Sasuke looked away from his teammate with a noncommittal, “Hn.”

Naruto rolled his eyes.

That was about when Sakura rounded the corner at the end of the street, and Naruto released his stretch to wave at the girl. “Mornin’, Sakura-chan!”

“Morning, Naruto,” Sakura replied with barely any of her usual perkiness, dropping down to sit cross-legged next to her male teammates on the bridge. One of the bruises from Ino yesterday had darkened, spreading across Sakura’s chin and cheek like a spill of mottled purple ink.

Naruto instantly frowned, worried. “What’s up, Sakura-chan? Something bad happen?”

Sakura shrugged and let out a huge sigh, alarming both of her teammates (though Sasuke didn’t show it). “Nothing, really. My parents were just…concerned about my training, that’s all.”

“What’s up with that?” Naruto questioned, not in the least reassured. “What does that mean?”

Sakura frowned a little bit, starting in on her own stretches. “Nothing, it’s just…they were worried about me when I came home yesterday, I guess my bruises looked pretty bad.”

“Oh.” Naruto didn’t really know why that was significant. “So…they didn’t like that?”

“I’m a kunoichi!” Sakura snapped, and both Naruto and Sasuke sat bolt upright. “It’s just some bruises! I get ones just as bad all the time from you guys! Just because I got one on my face doesn’t mean I’m damaged! I’m going to get worse just from training, and when I become a chuunin I’m going to go fight other ninja! This is my job!

“Yeah, it is, Sakura-chan,” Naruto agreed tentatively. He and Sasuke had edged carefully away from their irate teammate. “You’re a good ninja.”

Sakura smiled at Naruto. “Thanks, Naruto. But they don’t get it! It’s my job to get stronger! And the fact that Ino hit me doesn’t make me sad, or upset, it makes me angry!” She clenched her fist, on her feet, eyes almost glowing green. “Next time, Blondie won’t get in nearly as many hits!” she vowed.

“Okay, Sakura-chan,” Naruto agreed instantly, now on the opposite end of the bridge with Sasuke. “Um, ya think you could calm down a little bit?”

Sakura blinked, and finally seemed to focus on them again. Instantly all of her irritation seemed to vanish, and she hid her hands behind her back like they’d forget she’d been ready to punch someone if she only hid the evidence of her fists. She laughed weakly. “Um, sorry about that, Sasuke-kun, Naruto. I was a little…frustrated.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Naruto agreed, and then yelped as he was slapped on the back of the head by Sasuke. “Ow! I mean,” he backtracked quickly when he saw the ominous narrowing of Sakura’s eyes, “I’m sure you’ll get strong enough to beat Ino! You can do it, Sakura-chan!”

“Hmph,” Sakura huffed, seemingly mollified by that. “Well, of course! Next time I’ll sit on that long-haired pretender!”

Naruto and Sasuke exchanged completely confused looks, absolutely baffled by the psyche of preteen girls.

“Well, well,” a deep voice drawled, “looks like all of my genin are here and ready to work.” Kakashi appeared silently on one of the bridge’s fenceposts, squatting there as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

“Sensei! You’re—on time?” Naruto asked confusedly, glancing up at the sun and then at his teammates.

“Naruto, there’s no need to be rude,” Kakashi told him, sounding wounded. “It’s 8:30, is it not?”

“Half an hour, for you, is on time, sensei,” Naruto told the lanky jounin seriously.

Kakashi waved this off with a lazy hand. “Maa, I guess I was just so excited about today that I couldn’t help my little old lady neighbor with her groceries. If she falls and breaks a hip today because I’m not around, I guess it’s your fault, huh.” He ignored the three yells of outrage and beamed behind his mask, visible eye crinkling up in an upside-down U. “Today, we’ll be testing you for your elemental affinities!” With a twitch of his hand, Kakashi made three pieces of flimsy paper appear between his fingers.

Sakura and Naruto ‘oooohed’ with interest, instantly forgetting about their outrage as all three preteens crowded around their sensei. Like puppies, Kakashi thought nostalgically. Dangerous, grumpy, half-grown puppies. How cute they were.

“What’s the paper for, sensei?” Naruto demanded, bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement. “What do we gotta do? How do we find out? What kinda jutsu will we learn first?”

“Ah!” With another flick of his hand, Kakashi made the papers vanish again. “Later, I will explain all,” he told them, inwardly snickering at their mingled groans of disappointment. “First, morning exercises! Routine is important, my ducklings. Your usual ten laps, ready, go!”

Kakashi made them run through every single one of their morning exercises—ten laps atop the wall surrounding the village, then three times through the obstacle course in Training Ground Thirteen, then one hundred pushups (Sakura could still only do eighty before collapsing, which was significantly better than the fifty she’d originally been capable of), then target practice, taijutsu practice, and finally, when they were all exhausted, tree- and water-walking to enhance their chakra control.

“Stretch!” Kakashi finally told them perkily as they collapsed gasping on the ground. “You might walk away from me bruised, but if you walk away stiff, then it’s your own fault!”

With groans like they were dying, Team Seven began to laboriously pull themselves through their cool-down stretches.

“Sensei,” Naruto puffed, letting out an involuntary hiss as Sasuke’s heels dug into his thighs, forcing his stretch wider, “You’re kind of a sadist, you know.”

“What a sweet thing to say, Naruto,” Kakashi drawled, turning a page in his orange book. Naruto wanted to light it on fire.

Now can we learn about our elemental affinities?” Naruto asked plaintively. He really, really wanted to know. Not that that would stop him from learning all of the coolest jutsu, no matter what affinity! But he wanted to know so that his library clones could focus themselves on the theory most relevant to him.

Kakashi seemed to consider this for a moment. “Maa, I suppose.” He hopped down from the tree branch where he’d been perched and stowed his book away in whatever inter-dimensional pocket it seemed to reside in. “Gather around, then!”

The three genin shuffled until they were in a loose circle, still stretching out their bodies.

“Now,” Kakashi said, pulling the papers from before out of…somewhere, “this is chakra paper. Special paper treated with dense levels of chakra, extremely sensitive to the slightest amount in the air. When you channel some of your chakra into it…”  Kakashi held up a fourth piece of paper in his free hand, and all of a sudden it crinkled with a loud sound, “…it indicates what your primary affinity is, along with any secondaries you might have. As demonstrated, I have a Lightning affinity.” He held out the paper so that they could all observe how the paper had crinkled up. “Lightning crinkles the paper, Water dampens it, Earth crumbles it to dust, Fire burns it, and Wind splits it in two.” His one visible eye crinkled up into a smile. “So just channel your chakra into the paper, and we’ll know your main affinity!”

“That’s it?” Sakura demanded, outraged—though the full force of her anger was a bit diminished as she offered her hands to Sasuke, who took them and twisted her to the side, making her back pop loudly. “All we have to do is channel some chakra into the paper? Sensei! We could have done this in like, two seconds before we started training this morning!”

“Ah,” Kakashi held up a finger, “but then would you have trained properly, Sakura-chan? No, everything in its proper time, as I always say.”

“You never say that,” Naruto grumbled, finishing up the last of his stretches and hopping to his feet, shaking out his limbs to get everything settled.

Kakashi ignored Naruto as if he hadn’t heard anything. “Now, please take a paper…” he distributed them to his team, “…and channel away!”

Instantly all three papers simultaneously reacted: Naruto’s split in two with a tearing sound, Sasuke’s crinkled and then lit on fire around the edges, and Sakura’s crumbled to dust.

“Well,” Kakashi mused into the silence, “that is certainly interesting.”

Naruto took his eyes off of his torn paper and looked back up at his teacher. “What is, sensei?”

“Well, the most common chakra affinity in Fire Country is, as you might guess, Fire,” Kakashi replied. “But only Sasuke has any Fire affinity, and it’s not even his main one; Lightning is stronger, which is quite rare in Fire Country. In fact, you all have rather rare affinities for Konoha.”

“Is that bad?” Sakura wanted to know.

“Not at all,” Kakashi said, eye crinkling up again—and for some reason, Naruto felt that this was the first genuine smile he’d seen from their sensei today. “In fact, it adds a very simple layer of deception to your ninja profiles. If your opponents know you’re from Konoha, they will expect Fire techniques. If they don’t know you’re from Konoha, being strong in rare affinities will divert attention from your village. Either way, you have an advantage.”

He clapped his hands together. “Now! To the library we go!”

“Hey, Naruto.”

“Hmm?” Naruto murmured, eyes skimming over the scroll in front of him quickly. He formed the seals of the wind jutsu he was studying slowly as he read, not channelling any chakra but getting used to the hand movements.

“You can usually tell where other ninja are, right? Like, when we were fighting the other teams, you could tell where Team Eight was, right?” Sasuke wasn’t looking at his Lightning scroll; he was focused on Naruto across the table, black eyes intense as usual.

Naruto blinked and looked up at his teammate, a bit baffled by this apparent non-sequitur. “Um, yeah, I guess,” he replied. “Can’t you?”

Sasuke shook his head slowly, his gaze thoughtful. “I can tell if they’re close by, but I can’t feel people if they’re more than three meters away,” he said. “You could tell if Team Eight was on the ground or in the trees.”

Naruto thought about that, and shrugged. “So?” he asked.

So, moron, I think you’re a sensor-type.”

Naruto scrunched up his forehead. “What’s a sensor?” he asked curiously.

“Someone who can sense chakra from far distances,” Sakura replied promptly. Naruto hadn’t even known she’d been listening to them from her place at the end of the table. “It’s pretty rare, actually, Naruto! It’d be super cool if you were. You know, they say that the Nidaime was one of the best sensors of all time!”

“Oh,” Naruto said, a bit interested. “That sounds cool, I guess.” If one of the previous Hokages could do it, that actually could be pretty awesome!

“Hn,” Sasuke grunted—and Naruto was pretty sure that was his agreeing grunt. He was getting better at telling them apart. “You should tell Kakashi-sensei at some point, maybe he can help you train it. Having a sensor on our team would be useful.”

Naruto beamed, leaning over to sock Sasuke on the arm. “There you go, teme! You’re starting to get this ‘team’ thing!”

Dead last,” Sasuke hissed, rubbing his arm, “hit me again and see just how much I’m getting it.”

“Now, now, boys,” Sakura said calmly, “we’re in the library.”

That made both boys sit down immediately. Kakashi-sensei had been very descriptive in his warnings about what would happen if they disturbed the peace of the library in any way. With final scowls at each other, Naruto and Sasuke settled down to study their new jutsu until Kakashi came to pick them up.

Their sensei finally dropped in about an hour later, when all three of them were thoroughly sick of practicing the hand seals over and over again without actually being able to try out the jutsu itself. “Right!” he said cheerily, though in a low tone in deference to their location. “Ready to go outside and blow things up?”

“Sensei, I think Naruto’s a sensor,” Sasuke said immediately, standing and rolling up his scroll. Naruto squawked in outrage.

“Teme! I said I’d ask him, didn’t I!”

Sasuke shrugged indifferently. “I guess with the pain in my arm, I just forgot.

“A sensor, huh?” Kakashi asked, stepping casually in between the glaring boys. “That’s interesting, Naruto. Why does Sasuke think that?”

Naruto shrugged, still not sure if they should be bothering with this at all. “I dunno, I guess ‘cause I could tell where Team Eight was when we were fighting them yesterday. It’s not a big deal.”

“Hm,” Kakashi said thoughtfully, folding his arms behind his back as his grey eye went sharp with thought. “Well, that’s interesting. Hm.”

“Sensei, you said that’s interesting twice,” Sakura pointed out, coming around the table to stand shoulder to shoulder with the boys.

“Did I?” Kakashi asked absently. “Hm.” Then his gaze seemed to refocus on his team. “Right, well, if you are, Naruto, that’s a very useful skill to have. Let’s practice with it, see how far your range is. But for now, let’s go practice jutsu!”

“This,” Naruto hissed to Sasuke as they backflipped out of a tree to avoid a flurry of razor-sharp shuriken, “cannot be real training.”

Sasuke shrugged, panting heavily as he peered around a tree trunk. “Well, we’re definitely getting to practice our new jutsu.”

“I guess,” Naruto grumbled, also peering around the trunk to see if their stupid, lazy, strong as heck sensei was still standing where he had been five seconds ago. Of course, he’d vanished into nothingness, just like he had been this entire time. “But we only know one elemental jutsu each, teme, except for you, how is this fair—” Then his eyes widened. “Move!” He shoved desperately at Sasuke as he leapt in the opposite direction, and two kunai thunked into the tree right where their necks had just been.

“Sakura!” Naruto bellowed, hands already flipping as quickly as he could through the seals, tiger-ox-dog-rabbit-snake—

Sakura, up in the tree next to them, cried out, “Doton: Practice Brick!” And a rough wall of earth thrust itself up out of the ground in front of them just as another wave of kunai thudded into the heavy dirt.

Sasuke was already springing up the wall, vaulting over the top as he cried out, “Katon: Great Fireball!”

Naruto was immediately after him, thrusting out his hands. “Fuuton: Great Breakthrough!”

Wind whipped through the clearing, catching Sasuke’s already large fireball and turning it into a firestorm, sending it roaring through the trees where their teacher had been, but Naruto already knew it wasn’t enough to catch him, was already turning, seeking—

“Left, Sasuke!” he yelled, and Sasuke, flashing through hand seals, obeyed instantly.

“Raiton: Electromagnetic Murder!”

Lightning burst from Sasuke’s hands, rippling and shrieking its way through the trees, blinding all three of them momentarily. The forest rang with silence after it faded away, the only sounds the crackling of the flames from both Naruto’s and Sasuke’s combined attack and Sasuke’s lightning in the trees.

“Suiton: Water Dragon Bullet,” a low voice intoned from behind them, and all three genin spun around in time to see a huge dragon made of water rise up through the forest. Bracing himself for impact, Naruto gaped as the dragon reared up and over them, instead falling with a great splash and hiss on the forest fire they’d inadvertently started.

“Well done,” Kakashi said, and Naruto turned back around to face him, barely even a hair out of place, the talented bastard. “Very, very well done.”

Naruto beamed, warmth filling up his chest like hot, fizzy bubbles. Kakashi-sensei thought they’d done well!

“Though I suppose next time,” Kakashi continued, casting a mild gaze over the charred mess of the forest, “we’d better practice some Suiton jutsu first.”

Naruto snickered, and Sakura let out a giggle. Even Sasuke was smiling a little bit. “We did it, sensei!” Naruto shouted. “We did a combined attack! That was so cool!

Kakashi reached out and actually ruffled Naruto’s hair. Naruto went very still, an unnamed feeling rising in his chest. It was a little uncomfortable, a bit strange, but at the same time he never, ever wanted it to go away. 

“Indeed it was, Naruto,” Kakashi said, not seeming to notice anything odd about what he’d just done as he withdrew his hand. “You all worked together amazingly well, and you all supported each other. This is the point of a team. They optimize your fighting, and you optimize theirs. If you three hadn’t worked together, you would never have been able to fight me off using only jutsu, even with me restricted to only weaponry. Individually, everyone has weaknesses: strength…” he nodded at Sakura, “or strategy…” he glanced at Sasuke, “or speed,” he looked at Naruto. “But together, your individual weaknesses are cancelled by your team, and there is only strength left.”

Naruto nodded earnestly, taking in Kakashi-sensei’s words and folding them into his heart. “I’m never gonna let my team down, sensei,” he vowed, clenching his fists. 

“Good, Naruto,” Kakashi said softly, shifting his gaze from a silent Sasuke to the blond boy. “Letting your team down—betraying that trust in you, to support them—that’s the worst feeling in the world, and one of a shinobi’s greatest regrets.”

Naruto paused, because, that sounded like… “Have you ever let your team down, sensei?” he asked slowly, awkwardly.

Kakashi pushed his hands into his pockets, gaze far away and unfocused. “Yes, I did,” he answered quietly. “I let my team and my own jounin-sensei down, and I’ve regretted it ever since. I realized my error and tried to correct it, but it was too late and one of my teammates died. It was how I lost my eye.”

Naruto felt Sakura crowd in on one side, and he pressed closer to Sasuke. “Your genin team?” he almost whispered. His fingers closed on the edge of Sasuke’s sleeve, and his other hand wrapped around Sakura’s wrist.

Kakashi’s one grey eye focused on them, unreadable and fathomless as the sea. “Yes.”

Then he seemed to shake off the melancholy. “Now, let’s go clean up a bit, and talk about how you three coordinated your attacks.”

Their training continued.

Kakashi-sensei made them practice forever before he let them learn a new jutsu, and then he would drill them unexpectedly on the previous jutsu they’d learned so that they wouldn’t forget it. By the end of their second month training together Naruto had learned two Fuuton, two Suiton (which he was second-best at, after Fuuton), one Katon, and one Doton jutsu. He loved it, loved twisting his hands around the seals and feeling the rush of his chakra through his body, more and more refined and familiar every time he did it.

Sasuke was focusing more on his two affinities, learning Raiton and Katon jutsu as fast as Kakashi would let him. He still hadn’t activated his Sharingan, which he was getting a bit touchy about, but with the way he memorized things, it seemed like he already had the perfect memory that the Sharingan was supposed to give him anyway.

Every couple of weeks, they would campaign with Team Ten and Team Eight. The three jounin-sensei always had a goal for the day, some area of ninja abilities that they were supposed to focus on. Sakura was mostly on her own studying genjutsu, because Kakashi-sensei didn’t seem to be able to use it, but she was so good at studying she didn’t seem to have any problems—and after their second time training with Team Eight, Kurenai-sensei took her aside, and Naruto found out later that the pretty jounin had offered Sakura private genjutsu tutoring.

That made Sasuke jealous, for some reason, which, what? Naruto didn’t understand his broody teammate at all, sometimes. Why would Sakura-chan getting stronger be something to be jealous over? When asked, Sasuke didn’t seem to understand his own emotions either, just snapping and grumbling like he usually did before retreating to work on his chakra control.

“Uchiha teammates are always difficult to understand at first, Naruto,” Kakashi-sensei told him, patting his shoulder. “Don’t give up.”

Naruto nodded, determination renewed, and then asked Kakashi-sensei again for some more tips on sealing.

“After you learn the basics,” was the expected (infuriating) reply.

“I agree with him, Naruto,” Iruka-sensei said, when Naruto complained over dinner about Kakashi’s strict teaching. “Sealing can be very dangerous if done wrong. You need to understand everything about the theory before trying to create seals yourself.”

Naruto chewed on his nikujaga in frustrated silence for a minute. “But I’m learning so much!” he protested finally. “We have our daily training every morning, and I’m getting so strong there, and Kakashi-sensei is letting me learn all of these jutsu! And Sasuke-teme an’ Sakura-chan are getting really good at combining attacks, and I think we work together pretty well as a team. So why can’t I start drawing seals?”

Iruka smiled fondly and ladled more nikujaga into his bowl. “Study the theory, and you can. You’ve finished most of what is available to genin, right? I’ll check you out some higher-level sealing theory books.”

True to his word, the next day Iruka-sensei took Naruto to the library and checked him out two C-rank and one B-rank books on sealing theory. Naruto barely waited until they were out of the library before cheering loudly and hugging Iruka-sensei around the waist.

“Thanks so much, Iruka-sensei! I’m gonna read them soooo well, and then will you help me practice? Please? Please, please?”

Iruka chuckled kind of self-consciously, rubbing the edge of his scar. “Well, I mean, I guess, if you want me to. I’m mostly good at barriers and traps, you know. And Naruto, I’m not your sensei anymore. You don’t have to call me that unless you want to.”

“That’s okay,” Naruto said dismissively, stroking the cover of one of his books and really really wanting to open it up and look at the table of contents. “I remember how good you were when you trained me before my team placement! And…” He stopped, brow furrowed. “What would I call you, then, instead of Iruka-sensei?” he asked slowly.

Iruka shrugged awkwardly. “Uh, well, I hadn’t really thought about it. Iruka-san, I guess.”

Naruto’s whole face scrunched up. “That sounds so formal.” He thought about it for a couple of blocks, then nodded decisively. “I’ll think about it! But until I come up with something better, you’re Iruka-sensei, okay sensei?”

“Okay, Naruto,” Iruka said, resting a warm hand on Naruto’s head.

Naruto was late to morning training the next day.

It worried Sakura, who had never seen Naruto late for anything before, especially training—he always seemed to enjoy it so much. At 8:10, when Naruto was ten minutes late, she glanced hesitantly at Sasuke and suggested, “I suppose we should start…?”

“Hn,” Sasuke said, looking down the road in the direction of Naruto’s apartment with furrowed brows before starting their warmup routine.

Naruto didn’t show up until a bit after 9:00, hurrying down the road with a large knapsack clutched carefully to his chest. “Sorry Sasuke, Sakura-chan,” he panted, placing his burden down gently at the base of a tree. “I was reading and I forgot what time it was.”

“Reading?” Sakura asked, because despite his new diligence, Naruto still didn’t strike her as the type of person to enjoy studying. “What are you reading?”

Naruto turned to face her, grabbing her hands in his and raising them clasped between them. “Sakura-chan,” he said solemnly, “The Nidaime is a genius.”

“Um,” Sakura said awkwardly. “Yes? He was very smart, he invented a lot of jutsu and things.” She tugged tentatively on her hands.

“But that’s not all!” Naruto said fervently, not letting go, his blue eyes practically sparkling with enthusiasm. “He was a sealing master! Did you know that! He was the best Suiton user ever, and he studied from the Uzumaki—my family! — in order to master sealing, and he was a sensor and he used a sword really well and he was super fast and he invented the Shadow Clone Technique! He invented my technique! He’s amazing!

“Indeed,” Kakashi intoned, appearing out of nowhere as he tended to do. “Nidaime-sama was quite impressive. And he was never late for training.”

Naruto spun to face their teacher, finally letting go of Sakura’s hands (to her relief). The entirely hypocritical comment about being late seemed to not even register with him. “Sensei! I wanna be like the Nidaime!”

Kakashi folded his arms, looking down at his shorter student. “Really? And what has sparked this sudden interest in previous Hokages?”

Naruto darted over to his bag, rummaging in it before triumphantly pulling out a book. “Look! Look! Iruka-sensei checked out some higher-level sealing theory books for me, and this one’s basically all about the Nidaime’s theories and techniques for sealing!” 

Kakashi took the book from Naruto’s grip and leafed through it, his grey eye speeding over the pages. “This is fairly advanced, Naruto. B-rank, I’d say.”

“Well, yeah,” Naruto shrugged. “I’ve finished all the stuff in the genin section on sealing. There wasn’t a lot, anyway. Iruka-sensei knew that and said he’d check me out some stuff from the chuunin section. That one’s B-rank, and I have two C-rank ones too.” He gestured at his bag.

“Show me,” Kakashi ordered.

So Naruto did.

Kakashi looked carefully through all of them, then closed the last book and sighed. “Well, you certainly seem farther along in the theory than I had expected.” He regarded a vibrating Naruto wearily. “And you wish to model yourself after the Nidaime?”

“Yeah!” Naruto almost shouted. “He’s so cool, sensei! And Sakura-chan said before that he was a sensor, and you said I could do that, and he was a ninjutsu and sealing master, and that’s what I wanna do! He was super smart!”

Kakashi regarded him for a long moment, and then sighed again. “Well, I suppose it’s better than some other people you could model yourself after. Like a toad.” Naruto cocked his head to the side, confused, but Kakashi just said, “All right, Naruto. I’ll help you learn sealing. But you’ve got to keep up on everything else too, you know. No slacking on anything.”

“Yes, sensei!” Naruto promised.

“And Sasuke—” Kakashi turned to face their silent teammate, who was watching the whole exchange with a strange, almost angry look on his face. “I was going to bring this up later today, but now is as good a time as any, if we’re talking about what you three want to focus on. Are you interested in studying kenjutsu?”

Sasuke paused, dark eyes glittering in interest. “Kenjutsu?” he said slowly.

“Swords,” Kakashi said simply.

“I know what kenjutsu is, sensei.”

“Just making sure. Anyway, Raiton lends itself very well to bladework, as does Katon, if you train it properly. I’m not a kenjutsu master—” and something in the quality of his voice changed a bit, when he said that, “—but there are some clans in Konoha who specialize in it, and I know the Uchiha had several styles of their own. If you’d like I can introduce you to some masters.”

Sasuke ducked his head. “Foisting us off on other teachers already, sensei?” he mumbled. “Lazy.”

“Maa, Sasuke-kun—” Kakashi objected woundedly.

“Yeah,” Sasuke interrupted, looking up. “Yeah, kenjutsu sounds…good. Nice.” He let out a huff of breath and looked away, apparently frustrated with words. Naruto repressed a snicker. Their broody teammate was so bad at talking, really.

“Excellent,” Kakashi said brightly. He turned to their female teammate. “And how about you, Sakura? You’re studying genjutsu with Kurenai, and I know you expressed an interest in medical jutsu as well. Both are control-intensive subjects, you’ll have to refine your chakra control far more than most shinobi.”

Sakura nodded, green eyes determined. “Yes, sensei. I like genjutsu a lot, I’m learning a lot of stuff from Kurenai-sensei that’s really helpful. And I think medical jutsu is important for every ninja to know at least a little bit. But…” she hesitated for a second. “But I want to continue studying Doton, if it’s okay with you, sensei. I don’t want to be weak and hold my team back.”

Kakashi nodded, his eye crinkling in approval as he looked at her. “Maa, Sakura, I’d never let you slack off,” he said sweetly. “So!” He clapped his hands together. “Your new schedule, from now on, will be our usual training in the morning, then new jutsu before lunch. I expect all of you to continue learning whatever scrolls I give you, no matter what else your other teachers have you doing. After lunch, for now, will be training with your teachers or by yourselves if your teachers are busy. Now, we’ve spent enough time standing around talking! Training time! And Naruto,” he sang, “because you were an hour late this morning, you can do an extra ten laps around the village, and an extra fifty pushups. On the river.”

Naruto gaped, outraged. “Sensei!” he said. “You’re late all the time!

“Am I?” Kakashi mused. “Better hurry up! The morning’s wasting!”

Chapter Text

“Kenjutsu?” Raidō asked, surprised, setting down the sudoku puzzle he’d been lazily working on in the Jounin Standby Station. “You want the Uchiha to specialize in kenjutsu?”

“Maa, maybe not specialize.” Kakashi propped his hip against the arm of Raidō’s couch, his relaxed form belying the incredibly unusual nature of his request. “That’ll be up to him once he gets to chuunin, of course. But he’s very focused, my Uchiha, so I figured giving him something other than revenge to focus on would benefit everybody.”

Raidō snorted softly. “No kidding. Uchihas are terrible that way. They all got so obsessed.” He sighed, letting his head fall back against the armrest opposite where Kakashi was perched. “All right, I’ll see what I can do to at least teach him the basics. I don’t know if I can commit a lot of time, though, Kakashi. I do have other duties.”

Kakashi nodded. “As much as you can do will be great. We meet every day at Training Ground 5 at 13:00.”

Raidō nodded. “Okay, I’ll be there tomorrow.” He fixed Kakashi with a piercing look. “You’re not leaving your other students to fumble around on their own, are you?”

Kakashi waved his hand as if he was not in fact highly likely to do just that. “They’re all getting teachers in something they’re interested in. Kurenai’s helping Sakura-chan with genjutsu, and I’ll be helping Naruto.”

Raidō’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?” he asked, surprised. “You’re taking the Yon—the Uzumaki kid yourself? That’s…surprising.”

Kakashi shrugged, not admitting to the frequent almost-sleepless nights he’d been having ever since Naruto had been placed on his genin team and blown his expectations completely out of the water. The cold sweats he’d woken up in, throat frozen around the last cry he’d made of his mentor’s name as Minato was swallowed up by the fury of the jutsu he’d performed to save the village; to trap its destroyer in the body of his own son. And there were the other dreams as well, ever-present but less frequent—of falling rocks and the sickening crush of bone, of pained gasps and the bloody tears of an eye that didn’t belong to him.

“He needs my help,” Kakashi said simply, and with that sentence moved unknowingly further towards self-forgiveness than he had in twelve years.

Raidō nodded slowly, eyeing the other jounin. “Well, good for you,” the former guard of the Yondaime said. He picked his sudoku back up. “Now, since you’re apparently taking away all of my free afternoons for the foreseeable future, I’m going to go back to my puzzle.”

Kakashi grinned behind his mask and ambled out of the Jounin Standby Station.

He’d already spoken to Gekko Hayate, his other choice for tutoring Sasuke, and Kurenai. Both had agreed to the afternoon schedule whenever they were free. Kurenai had even rolled her eyes at him and said that she’d have continued to tutor Sakura even if he hadn’t asked, because ‘honestly, Kakashi, you have no idea what to do with a young kunoichi.’

Which was true. Not just young kunoichi—Kakashi frequently found himself at a loss with older kunoichi, as well. If he couldn’t treat them as any ordinary soldier, he floundered.

It was, to be quite honest, how he was getting by training his team at all. That very first day, he’d been so irritated with Sasuke and Naruto fighting that he’d disciplined them as he would any older ninja under his command… And they had responded extremely well to it. (Well, Naruto more than Sasuke, but it had still worked on both of them.) So when it came time to train them, Kakashi had gone with his gut and set up a regimen as he would for a chuunin coming off long-term disability. And again, all three of them responded well to the routine.

It had been eye-opening for Kakashi. He had zero experience with children; he didn’t like them, didn’t understand them, and didn’t want to spend time around them. It was part of the reason why he’d always refused a team of his own, besides his own traumatic past with his genin team. But now… If he just treated them like mini adults, they seemed to blossom. He just hoped it stayed that way.

He also needed to start thinking about signing them up for D-ranks. He’d been avoiding it, mainly because he didn’t want to do them even if he was just watching his genin perform whatever menial task they’d been assigned, but he was starting to get pointed comments from the shinobi who manned the Mission Desk. Genin had to do a minimum number of D-ranks before they could qualify for C-ranks, and it was mostly expected that they do several C-ranks before they take the chuunin exams, so if they wanted to progress they’d have to get started on that pretty soon.

Depending on the D-rank, we can probably do more than one in a day. If it’s just dish-washing for the dinner rush and weeding gardens, we can do those kinds of things quickly. Kakashi mused on his options as he ambled down the street, orange book automatically out and in front of his face even though he wasn’t actually reading it. It just feels like so much wasted time, when they could be training instead. Is there any way to get more out of the D-ranks? I wonder if I can somehow add in something to make it more difficult for them, so that they’re training at the same time…

“Kakashi-san,” a cool voice greeted him, and Kakashi blinked and peered over the edge of his book to see Iruka-sensei standing in front of him, a bag of groceries in one hand and a disapproving twist to his mouth.

“Iruka-sensei,” Kakashi replied, wondering what the shorter chuunin wanted now.

“I was just on my way home from the market,” Iruka said mildly (casting a blistering glance at Kakashi’s book), “and I wanted to ask you how Naruto’s training is going.”

Kakashi smiled, letting his eye crinkle up and not moving his book from in front of his face. “Oh, he’s doing quite well, Iruka-sensei. Thank you for checking out those higher-ranked books for him, they’ll come in great handy soon.”

Iruka smiled back with almost zero humor. “Will they? I’m so glad. Oh—I suppose I should also tell you, Naruto asked me to tutor him in some things on the side, so I’ll be taking up some of his free time. You understand.”

Kakashi frowned slightly, his book lowering just a little. “What did he ask you to help him with? I’m sure my own training will cover it.” He’s my student now, not yours, he wanted to say, but knew better.

“Oh, just this and that,” Iruka waved his free hand dismissively, smile becoming a bit more smirk-like. “I have a unique skillset that meshes very well with Naruto’s, and I’m quite happy to help him out with anything he needs.” He hoisted his bag of groceries higher on his arm and gave Kakashi a sweet smile that sent a shiver down the silver-haired jounin’s spine. “Have a good evening, Kakashi-san.”

Kakashi watched the short chuunin walk away, his mask covering his frown. There was no need to be jealous, he told himself. He was Naruto’s jounin-sensei, after all.

And so Team Seven’s training escalated.

Raidō introduced Sasuke to his katana, Kokuto. With a black, non-reflective blade and then coated in poison as an extra layer of redundancy, it was the perfect weapon for an assassin—which, Raidō informed the young Uchiha, he and his partner Genma were experts in.

“Partner?” Sasuke asked, black eyes sharp. “I thought assassins typically worked alone.”

Raidō shrugged, sheathing Kokuto with a graceful movement. “Sometimes, yes, but most assassins on Konoha’s roster work in permanent or semi-permanent pairs. In the world we live in a lone fighter is always targeted first, and every assassination is unique, so with two people you have twice the chance of your expertise matching up with the target’s lifestyle and habits. Many times, for a ninja, solitude is self-sabotage.”

Sasuke nodded silently, lips pursed in thought. Raidō caught Kakashi’s eye and gave him a barely visible wink.

Somebody read my psych notes in Sasuke’s file, Kakashi thought to himself wryly, and turned back to Naruto’s earnest efforts to draw the basic sealing radicals perfectly.

“Not bad,” he offered neutrally, examining the strokes. Naruto’s handwriting wasn’t necessarily the most beautiful, but it had a raw confidence about it that was strange to see in one so young. None of his brush strokes had any hesitation marks, which, in sealing, could be fatal; if the sealer wasn’t completely confident of his ability to draw the seal correctly, any hesitations could redirect the flow of chakra, which tended to end up in explosions—the unplanned kind. “Do them again.”

“Aww, sensei!” Naruto complained, but bent back over the paper. Kakashi went back to watching Sasuke work slowly through a beginner’s sword kata, Raidō correcting his form occasionally with a long wooden bokutō, a match to the one he’d given Sasuke to practice with. “No live metal until you’re ready to kill someone with it,” he’d told the Uchiha when the boy had asked about the wooden swords.

“Done!” Naruto said, and Kakashi blinked and looked down. The second set of radicals looked better than the first; he could tell that Naruto had been careful to make them look good.

“Nice,” he said, turning a page in Icha Icha Paradise. “Now draw me an exploding seal.”

Naruto gasped loudly. “Really, sensei? You’re really going to let me draw one?”

“That’s what I said,” Kakashi hummed, pretending complete focus on his book.

“Yatta!” the blond-haired boy cheered, and bent eagerly over his paper. Kakashi watched him out of the corner of his eye, the familiar ache in his chest giving a dull throb.

He’s so like you, sensei, he thought.

Minato had loved seals like nothing else. If they hadn’t been at war, Kakashi thought that he’d have probably disappeared into the R&D division, merely for the opportunity to design and create sealwork that he couldn’t afford to spend time on as an active jounin. But they had been at war, so Minato had taken on a genin team and more missions than was reasonable and only worked on his sealing in his rare downtime. And even so, he’d managed to recreate the Nidaime’s infamous Flying Thunder God jutsu.

And now Naruto wanted to model himself after the Nidaime. Kakashi felt a strong sense of irony in that. He didn’t know that his father was the Yondaime Hokage, and yet was modeling himself after his father’s idol just the same.

“Okay, sensei, I think I’m done,” Naruto said, and Kakashi blinked out of his thoughts and looked down.

His forehead scrunched.

The seal glistening on Naruto’s paper was no explosive seal that Kakashi had ever seen. He could recognize the component radicals easily enough, and with the way they were configured, it looked like it was probably an explosive seal, but…

“What is this, Naruto?” he asked, closing his book and squatting down next to his student.

Naruto beamed. “It’s an explosive seal, sensei, just like you asked for! I thought of it myself. It’ll make a big boom and lots of smoke. I considered changing this ki radical here to rai,” he continued, pointing out a graceful swooping curl, “but I figured making a flash-bang would probably distract Sasuke a lot.”

Kakashi blinked. “What’s a flash-bang?” he asked.

“It’s something else I thought up!” Naruto explained. “See, this one, it’s perfect for a getaway. The big bang will distract your opponent, and then the smoke will cover you as you retreat. But flash-bangs are offensive! They make a huuuge bright flash and noise at the same time, just like when lightning is right overhead an’ the thunder happens at the same time. So your opponents will be super disoriented an’ can’t hear or see well, so you can come in and take ‘em by surprise!”

Kakashi was set utterly back on his heels. Though really, he thought to himself dazedly, I shouldn’t be surprised that Naruto has already invented new ways of mayhem and madness. “I hope you haven’t tried any of these out, Naruto,” was all he said out loud.

Naruto deflated a bit. “No,” he grumbled. “Iruka-sensei made me promise not ta try any sealing without adult supervision.” Then he looked up at Kakashi with big blue eyes. “But you’re adult supervision, sensei! So can we try this one out? Please?

Kakashi considered it. He figured he probably shouldn’t encourage this—but honestly, who was he kidding, he wanted to see exactly what kind of crazy things his kids could come up with. “Maa, I suppose we won’t know if you’ve really managed to make an explosive tag until we test it anyway,” he said, as if the outcome didn’t matter to him at all. “What’s the release time on this?”

“No release time, sensei,” Naruto told him importantly. “See this?” He pointed to a series of tiny jagged lines near the center of the seal. “Once I charge it with chakra, it’ll only detonate once it hits the ground! So you don’t have to judge the timing, you just gotta charge it and throw it, an’ it’ll go off right where you threw it to!”

“Hmm,” Kakashi said, which was quickly becoming his way of hiding the fact that he wanted to say holy shit my kids are so smart what the fuck is wrong with everyone, why was he dead last. “Well, wrap it around a rock and let’s see if it works.”

Naruto cheered and did just that, cutting it carefully away from his earlier practice of radicals and wrapping it around a good-sized rock to give the paper weight.

“Charge it,” Kakashi told him, and the seal lit up instantly with chakra. “Aim it to the middle of the field, far away from Sasuke and Raidō. And throw.”

With a huge explosion, the entire middle of the field was covered with…orange smoke.

“What the hell, dobe!” Sasuke demanded, stopping his practice to turn and stare at his teammate.

“Don’t call me that, teme!” Naruto shot back, and then turned to look up at Kakashi, grinning. “Look, look, sensei! It worked! Yeah!”

“Orange, Naruto?” Kakashi asked wearily. How had the boy even gotten the smoke to change color?

Naruto shrugged unrepentantly, grin not wavering in the slightest. “‘S my favorite color, ya know! And it worked! It worked just like I said it would! That’s so cool!”

“Yes,” Kakashi sighed, and smiled down at his victorious student. “It worked extremely well. Now let’s see what other adaptations you’ve thought up, shall we?”

“We have a change of plans today, my minions,” Kakashi announced to his team two weeks later.

Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke looked up at him from where they were working—Sasuke standing on a post and practicing a kata, Sakura flicking genjutsu at him and seeing how long it took him to notice and break it, and Naruto running through the hand seals to…Kakashi squinted, and yes, that was the Raiton jutsu he’d taught to Sasuke two days ago. What cute genin, learning how to share!

“Don’t call us minions, sensei,” Sakura said, frowning. “That’s rude.”

Kakashi waved that away. “D-ranks,” he declared.

His genin watched him, clearly waiting for the punchline. “…Are…a thing?” Naruto finally said.

“That you currently do not do,” Kakashi told him. “And that you must do, if you wish to ever move beyond your lowly rank of genin and advance to chuunin. But fear not, your sensei is here to help!”

“Team Ten’s been doing D-ranks for weeks,” Sakura commented. “Ino-chan complains about them constantly.” She frowned at Kakashi. “Sensei, are we supposed to have started these a while ago?”

Kakashi sweatdropped and decided, again, that smart kids were the toughest to deal with. He had a sudden appreciation for all of his own teachers when he’d been a kid. “D-ranks are the lowest-ranking missions available in the village,” he said, pretending to not hear Sakura’s question. “Anyone can file one, as they cost very little, and they make up the bulk of the in-village missions available. As such, they are mainly filled by genin teams. It’s generally expected that genin do a minimum of fifty D-ranks before moving up to low-level C-ranks, and that they complete at least ten C-ranks before reaching chuunin level. Of course, those are just guidelines. There are no actual requirements for taking the Chuunin Exams, besides being an active genin.”

“Chuunin Exams, huh?” Naruto mused, and both he and Sasuke got identical gleams in their eyes.

Kakashi frowned at them through his mask. “No,” he said.

“But sensei!” Naruto protested. “We wanna get strong! Aren’t we a good team already?”

They were, unfortunately, a very good team. They’d continued to gel better and better every week, and trounced the other genin teams two times out of three when they fought together—although, galvanized by their defeats, the other two teams were doing their level best to catch up. Sakura’s hero worship had basically died the common death of all childhood crushes; up close and personal, she got to know Sasuke as a real person rather than an ideal, and fell quite naturally out of ‘like’, though every once in a while she still had her moments. Sasuke seemed to be taking Kakashi’s and Raidō’s subtle hints about teamwork well, his attention now focused on Naruto rather than vengeance. And Naruto…

Naruto was like the bright sun, shining and warm and enthusiastic, pulling his two teammates along in his utter delight at studying the ninja arts. He learned everything he could get his hands on, listened to Sakura lecture about healing jutsu, practiced sword kata with Sasuke, invented new explosive tags like it was nothing…

If Kakashi was honest with himself (something he tried to avoid at all costs), his team very well could pass the Chuunin Exams on their first try.

“We’ll talk about it later,” he deflected. “Today, we have our first D-rank missions! And, because your sensei is so nice and thoughtful, I’ve come up with some ideas to make things more interesting!”

“Interesting how,” Naruto said warily, as the three students stood and gathered around their teacher. Over the past month and change they’d been training with Kakashi, all three genin had learned to be cautious whenever Kakashi mentioned something ‘interesting.’

Kakashi whipped out a mission form, grey eye curving up into a smile. “Today, my minions—” (“We’re not minions, sensei!”) “—You will be finding a poor, helpless, lost cat. However, you do not just have to find this cat. You must find this cat without any of you uttering a single word. If any of you speak while on this mission, all three of you will be doing double the usual morning training tomorrow.”

He beamed even wider at their gaping expressions. “Starting now! Time’s a-wasting! Off you go!”

Chapter Text

Sakura slammed down an impressive stack of books with an almighty thud, the loud noise making her two teammates jump and Kakashi look up from his bamboo plate of takoyaki. Naruto took one look at his female teammate’s face and tugged his own plate closer to his body, stabbing the last round ball with his little skewer and stuffing it into his mouth as though afraid that the table was going to get rage-flipped at any moment. Sasuke, taking note of his female teammate’s expression as well, wisely pulled his half-eaten takoyaki off of the table entirely.

“Sensei,” Sakura said sweetly, baring her teeth in what could only generously be called a smile, “when was the last time you went on a mission with a kunoichi?”

Kakashi eyed her warily. “…A few months ago, I suppose, before I got pulled off the active roster to teach you three,” he replied.

Sakura’s smile widened. Her teeth were very white. “And what function, exactly, did the kunoichi perform for your mission?”

Kakashi clearly knew that this conversation was riddled with explosives, but he had no idea where they were. “Well,” he said slowly, “she served as distraction and intel gathering for the team.”

“And how, exactly, did she do that?” Sakura pressed, her grin now looking distinctly homicidal.

Now Kakashi maybe had a faint glimmer of where this was going. “She, ah, dressed up as a geisha and attended a party that the samurai we were investigating attended, and got us the intel we needed. Lots of very important intel,” he added weakly.

“Did she fight, at all?” Sakura asked sweetly.

“Um.” Kakashi held very still and refused to shift his weight like a guilty person. “No, not that I can recall.”

“Did you fight at all, sensei?”

“Um.” Kakashi had had interrogations that were less uncomfortable than this conversation, pinned by his genin’s bright green eyes. “Yeah, I fought some.”

“To take down the enemy,” Sakura clarified.

“That’s…not exactly what the mission was, but basically yes.”

“And yet, ” Sakura growled, throwing her hands up in the air, and here was the main issue, whatever she was so mad about, “despite being highly qualified and a trained fighter, the kunoichi on your team did nothing but entrapment and intel! Do you know what they call that, sensei? Do you? They call that a honeypot mission. Do you know what missions make up 90% of kunoichi assignments? Huh, do you, sensei? Honeypots!”

“It…It wasn’t really a true honeypot,” Kakashi tried to protest, though weakly. “She didn’t—”

“Oh please, just because she didn’t have to sleep with anybody doesn’t mean it wasn’t a honeypot!” Sakura shrieked. “And I refuse! I refuse, okay, sensei, I am going to be a dangerous close range fighter, I am not letting my boys go out and fight bad guys without me, they’d get themselves killed! I am not going to wait in the wings while they rush off and blow things up, there is no way that is ever going to happen! I. Refuse. To. Do. Honeypots!”

A flock of birds in a nearby tree took flight in a rush of wings, calling the alarm. A ringing silence fell over their end of the market, everyone staring at the frozen tableau of genin and jounin-sensei. Nobody moved for a long moment.

Finally, the silence was broken. “Sakura-chan,” said Naruto, actual tears in his eyes as he clasped his hands together in front of his chest, “You do like us!”

Sakura dropped her arms and sputtered, face turning a light pink. “I—well,” she huffed, propping her hands on her hips, “I’ve just spent a lot of time training you boys, at this point! What’s the point of all the teamwork training we’re doing, if I’m just going to be relegated to the background?”

“Hn,” Sasuke grunted in agreement, the harsh lines of his face a bit softer as he looked at his teammates. “Sakura’s right. We’re used to each other’s styles now, it’d be stupid to break us up when we work well together.”

Naruto gasped loudly in exaggerated surprise. “Wow! Teme likes us too!”

“Dobe, I swear, if you don’t stop—”

“Watcha gonna do, huh teme? Huh?”

“I changed my mind,” Sakura told Kakashi as the boys started in on each other, pinching and poking and slapping like they were five years old, not twelve. “I’d like to trade them both in right now, if you please.”

“No one’s going to trade anyone in anytime soon,” Kakashi replied, casually collaring both boys as they looked about to roll off of their bench and onto the dusty ground to continue their argument. “Your team remains the same until at least the Chuunin Exams. It usually gets broken up then, because it’s extremely rare for an entire team to get promoted at the same time. Usually you get promoted up in ones and twos, and often no one from your team gets promoted at all, so you three will have a long time together.”

“Teams don’t usually get promoted together?” Naruto asked, and it figured that that would get his attention. He hung unconcerned from Kakashi’s grip, frowning at the thought. “They don’t promote you all together from the Chuunin Exams?”

“Not usually,” Kakashi agreed, setting both boys on their feet now that they seemed appropriately distracted. “It’s very rare that all three members of a team show all of the qualities needed to be a chuunin. The Exams test you on both teamwork and individual skills, so no one can rely on their teammates to pull them through all the way.”

“Hmm,” Naruto said thoughtfully. Sasuke nudged his side with an elbow, and they shared a loaded look. “Thanks for the info, sensei!” he chirped, and pulled Sakura into a three-way huddle, all three genin whispering excitedly.

Little menaces, Kakashi thought fondly. Competitive, adorable minions.

“About your earlier outrage, Sakura,” he said, because at this stage it wasn’t advisable to let them plot for too long, “I think there’s someone you should meet.”

“The hell is this, Hatake?” Anko propped her hands on her hips and surveyed the short threesome arrayed before her. “I didn’t sign up to babysit a set of brats like you did. Don’t you dare try to foist your responsibilities off on me.”

“I’m not foisting anything,” Kakashi sighed long-sufferingly. “Sakura, this is Mitarashi Anko. She’s a tokubetsu jounin with the T&I division.”

“Nice to meet you, Mitarashi-san,” Sakura said, manners winning over her obvious trepidation. With her low cleavage, mesh shirt, and general air of hot badassery, Anko looked exactly like what she was: a deadly weapon.

“Eeeww,” Anko said, screwing up her face in disgust. “Call me Anko-sama, brat. Or just Mistress, if that works better for you.”

Sakura blinked and her forehead scrunched together. “Um…” she said, glancing at Kakashi.

Kakashi sighed. “Don’t listen to her, Sakura, call her whatever makes you feel comfortable. I tend to go with ‘you bitch’, but—” He leaned back out of the way of the (poisoned, he was sure) senbon that went flying by his face. “—That might be a little too personal for you, at this stage,” he finished calmly.

Anko raised her fist in Kakashi’s face. “Why’d you call me here, asshole? Get on with it, I’ve got better things to do than stand here yapping.”

“Sakura here,” Kakashi said obligingly, “has just learned about the honeypot missions and their completion rates for kunoichi.”

“Oh. Oohhh.” Anko dropped her fist and whirled, demeanour doing a complete one-eighty as she grabbed Sakura and squished her to her chest. “You poor dear, I understand completely, it’s an absolute outrage, isn’t it—”

“Um,” Sakura squeaked, eyes wide as her head was pressed firmly against Anko’s breasts. Sasuke and Naruto had both taken aborted steps forward when she’d been grabbed, clearly itching to do something but wary of the apparently unstable tokubetsu jounin.

Kakashi reached out and pried one of Anko’s arms off of Sakura. “If you suffocate her, Anko, I’ll make you do all the paperwork.”

“Oh, right.” Anko released Sakura, set her in front of her, and began smoothing down her pink hair, fussing like an overprotective mama snake in armored mesh. “So what did you come to me for, Kakashi?”

Kakashi shrugged. “Sakura wants to be a strong fighter kunoichi; I figured no one’s better for breaking stereotypes than you are.”

Anko got a slightly scary gleam in her eye. “I see. So you wanna be a badass, huh, pinky? Well I can definitely help with that.”

Sakura smiled hesitantly up at the older kunoichi, apparently deciding that she was okay after all. “Really, Anko-san? That would be a huge help. I don’t want to get left behind just because I’m a girl.”

“Trust me, kid,” Anko promised, wrapping an arm around Sakura’s shoulders, “when I’m through with you, you’re going to be the most badass bitch on the block.”

Kakashi beamed, proud of his ability to provide good role models for his genin.

Iruka surveyed his dinner preparations with a satisfied smile. Everything was simmering or grilling properly, and it would be done just in time for—

“Heeyyy, Iruka-sensei!”

The door to Iruka’s apartment banged open and Naruto trooped in, tired face sporting a huge grin. Sasuke followed him in like a black-haired shadow, toeing off his sandals in the genkan and lining them up neatly. Naruto just kicked his off and left them any which way, and Iruka couldn’t suppress a well of fondness in his chest for the loud, bright boy.

“Good evening, Naruto and Sasuke,” he said, turning off the gas to the mini grill and deftly turning out the three fish onto three different plates. “Dinner’s almost ready, if you’d like to join me.”

“‘F that’s okay with you, sensei,” Naruto said, ducking his head and rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, giving Iruka a slightly hangdog smile. “I wanna tell you about what we did today! See, teme here—”

Sasuke shoved Naruto, silencing him for a moment. “Wait until dinner’s served, dobe.” He bowed shallowly to Iruka. “Sorry for the intrusion, Iruka-sensei.”

“You boys are always welcome, of course,” Iruka replied calmly, keeping his amusement hidden. The boys had eaten at his apartment five days out of the last seven, and Naruto had slept over most of those days as well. Sasuke, much like a feral cat, always needed a bit more encouragement; he’d only slept over twice, despite how clearly reluctant he was to return to the Uchiha compound at the end of every night.

Iruka brought the three plates of fish over to his traditional low table, setting them before the three seating cushions already laid out on the floor. The boys flopped onto their cushions like puppies, their growing limbs all awkward angles and bony edges. Iruka suppressed a frankly ridiculous rush of warmth in his chest as he went back into the kitchen for the rice and sauteed vegetables. No matter how much they stressed his food budget, he loved having these boys around.

“Did you boys wash your hands after your last mission?” he called out, and the living room fell silent for a moment before there was hushed whispering and socked feet hurrying to the bathroom.

“Doing it now, sensei!” Naruto called out cheerfully.

“Mmhm.” Smiling a secret smile, Iruka went to join his boys at the table.

The next morning he sent them off after a good breakfast. Naruto had convinced Sasuke to spend the night, and so the two boys ran off together through the early morning mist, footfalls silent on the hard dirt.

Iruka watched them go and thought, soberly, I have to have a talk with Kakashi.

He didn’t want to; he didn’t approve of the silver-haired jounin, didn’t like him very much, and the thought of having another conversation like the one they’d had at the Academy before team selections made Iruka’s stomach twist. Kakashi was just so irritating.

But Naruto was learning so much so quickly, and soon he was going to start asking more specific questions about his family. It wouldn’t be possible to keep his past from him forever, and Iruka honestly wondered how the Sandaime had planned to reveal Naruto’s parentage. The older he became, the more risk there was.

As it was, it was a miracle one of Naruto’s library clones hadn’t come across a history book with pictures of the Yondaime.

“Hey,” Naruto called, suddenly running back out of the mist and skidding to a stop in front of Iruka, “I thought of somethin’ ta call you other than sensei, sensei!”

Iruka smiled fondly down at the blond-haired boy. “Really? What is it?”

Naruto scuffed one sandal against the ground, suddenly shy. “Well, I was talkin’ to Sakura-chan and Sasuke about it, and Sasuke asked a buncha questions about you ‘n’ how you act around me ‘n’ stuff, and then he said that…uh…” He peeked up shyly through his eyelashes. “He said you sounded like an onii-san, sensei. So…I mean, would it be okay if I called you Iruka-nii-san?”

“Oh, Naruto,” Iruka breathed, chest tight. “I would be honored.”

Naruto perked up, everything about him rising up like a sunflower opening to the sun. “Really? You’d really like that?”

Unable to help himself, Iruka swept him up in a hug, pressing lips to Naruto’s blond hair and breathing in his scent. “I would love that. Absolutely love it.”

“Okay,” Naruto whispered, hands clenched in the back of Iruka’s shirt like he was afraid Iruka would disappear if he loosened his grip even a little. “Okay. I’ll…I’ll see you later, then, Iruka-nii-san.” He pulled back a bit and smiled up at Iruka, the sun coming out. “Have a good day at the Academy!”

“You too,” Iruka said, and cleared his throat, forcing his arms to let go of the boy. “Train hard. I’ll see you when you’re done.”

“Yeah!” Naruto let go and took a couple of steps back, still staring at Iruka as if afraid he’d disappear. “Bye, onii-san!”

Iruka raised a hand. “Bye, Naruto,” he said, and watched as Naruto turned and dashed off, a small blob detaching itself from the mist and joining him further down the road—Sasuke, presumably. Both boys disappeared into the early morning, and Iruka stood there staring after them long after they were gone from sight.

Yeah, he sighed internally. I really need to talk to Kakashi.

Iruka managed to track down Kakashi the very next day, catching him right outside the marketplace as he ambled towards home, nose buried in his book. “Kakashi-san,” he said, falling into step with him. “I need to talk to you about Naruto.” He took a deep breath. “You know his…situation, with his tenant, and his parents. He’s learning at an amazing rate right now, and at this point it’s only a matter of time before he comes across something either about the attack or about his father. We both care about him, and I believe want the best for him. I think we should do our best to tell Naruto about his past as much as possible. Oh, and his apartment is absolutely awful.” Iruka glanced at the silver-haired jounin, but his masked face gave nothing away, and he hadn’t lowered his book. “…So, at this point, I think I’m going to try to get Naruto moved in with me permanently,” Iruka concluded, and searched Kakashi’s face (or, really, the sliver of skin that he could see) for any hint of what the jounin was thinking.

“Mm,” Kakashi hummed thoughtfully.

Iruka waited, and when nothing else seemed forthcoming, sighed irritably. “I’m going to need a bit more than that, Kakashi-san.”

“Hm?” That single grey eye blinked and refocused on him. “Oh.” …And curved up into a bright smile. “I’m sorry, were you saying something?”

Iruka stopped dead in the road. His eye twitched. He took a deep breath, and then let it out. And again.

And then, despite his best efforts, he heard his restraint break with an almost audible snap.

“HOW ARE YOU IN CHARGE OF CHILDREN,” Iruka shouted, yanking out a handful of kunai and letting them fly with deadly accuracy. Kakashi sprang straight up to avoid them, landing on a nearby roof and then letting out an ‘eep!’ of surprise when Iruka was hot on his heels. “HOW ARE YOU A RESPECTED JOUNIN OF THIS VILLAGE. STAND STILL SO I CAN KILL YOU.”

“You should know better than anyone, sensei, asking someone to stand still never works!” Kakashi tossed over his shoulder, vaulting over a food stall and knocking over a group of trash cans with a huge clatter. “As a sensei, aren’t you supposed to teach kids that?” He ducked a flurry of senbon needles for that comment.

The civilians around the two ninja stopped and stared as Iruka chased Kakashi over the buildings, and then shrugged and went back to their business. Another normal day in Konoha.

Sasuke blinked in surprised at Kakashi-sensei’s appearance the next morning. Their jounin-sensei seemed to be a bit…battered, several senbon still sticking out of his flak vest, and his edges looked rather singed.

“Morning,” Kakashi greeted his genin cheerfully. “I ran into an angry dolphin on the way here, so I had to help it find its way back to the ocean. How are you doing on your morning exercises?”

“We’re about to start the running, sensei,” Sakura reported, and Naruto squinted at Kakashi doubtfully.

“Problem, Naruto?”

“Noooo,” Naruto said slowly, “only, Iruka-sen—I mean, Iruka-nii said he met you last night. Did you meet him again this morning? Did something happen?”

“Minions don’t get answers unless they’ve finished their workout!” Kakashi sang, and Naruto and Sakura groaned loudly. Still, the three of them started running, heading for the big wall that encircled Konoha. Kakashi-sensei kept pace with them, completely unaffected no matter how long they ran. Sasuke couldn’t wait until he had that kind of stamina.

When they were finished with their workout, the team began their stretches while they waited for Kakashi to tell them what they were doing today. Sasuke helped Naruto get a better arch in his back, staring up at their lanky sensei above them.

“You’re doing quite well on the D-ranks, my minions,” Kakashi announced, eye crinkling up in a smile. “How’s your individual training going?”

“Anko-nee-san says that she’ll start me on poison compounds by next week,” Sakura reported, a small smile of satisfaction on her face as she stretched her quads. “She says I’m nearly finished memorizing the varieties and potencies, so we can move on to practical training!”

Sasuke felt Naruto shudder at the same time as a chill ran down his own spine. Their tiny pink-haired teammate was shaping up to be absolutely terrifying.

“Hayato-san and Raidō-san say that I’m progressing adequately,” Sasuke said, his flat tone belying how very enjoyable he was finding his kenjutsu training. “We’ve managed to find some scrolls on the Uchiha kenjutsu styles, so I’m starting on those.” The sparse words hid a sleepless night of nightmares after that particular search through the Uchiha compound, but maybe Naruto could sense something, because his teammate’s (friend’s?) shoulder pressed firmly against Sasuke’s in comfort. Sasuke…didn’t pull away.

“And you, Naruto? How you do feel your training is coming?”

“It’s pretty great, sensei,” Naruto replied, beaming. “You don’t really explain things super well sometimes, but I’m gettin’ better at figuring out what you’re trying ta say! And Iruka-nii’s helping me a lot with traps and reconnaissance!”

“That’s…good,” Kakashi said. “Well, I think you three have progressed far enough to have earned something a little more complicated than in-village D-ranks. Come on, we’re going to the Mission Desk and seeing if they’ve got anything a bit more challenging for us.”

“REALLY? Yatta!” Naruto cheered, slinging an arm around Sasuke’s neck and squeezing him close in celebration. Sasuke elbowed him in the side with a grumble, but didn’t actually make him get off as Naruto scooped up Sakura in his other arm. “We’re gonna do a real mission! Woohoo!”

“Mmhmm,” Kakashi hummed, visible eye crinkling with genuine fondness as he watched the three of them wobble down the street, attached to each other and unwilling to let go. “Yes, I think you three are quite ready for a C-rank.”

Chapter Text

Naruto woke up before dawn the morning they were to leave on their first out-of-village mission. Blinking blearily in the hazy pre-dawn light, he rubbed his eyes and sat halfway up, looking around. His gaze fell on the softly breathing forms around him, and Naruto was unable to keep a smile from spreading over his lips.

Sasuke and Sakura had accompanied him back to Iruka-nii-san’s apartment after they’d received their mission to escort a civilian builder back to Wave Country, the three of them completely wired and eager to get started. Iruka received them with smiles and congratulations, and then he’d asked the all-important question:

“What are you three packing, then, to take with you?”

All three genin had froze mid-motion, turning to stare at each other with oh shit looks on their faces. “We…haven’t thought about it, Iruka-nii,” Naruto said slowly.

Iruka looked to be hiding an amused grin. “Well, pull out all of your supplies, then, and let’s go over what you’ll need.”

They’d done a short section on mission packing when they were in the Academy, but it’d all been theoretical then; they’d never even left the school grounds. Now it struck all three genin that they were leaving the village, and they were going to be relying on whatever they brought with them and nothing else.

Naruto had dashed to ‘his’ room—the room where he stashed his stuff when he stayed over at Iruka-nii’s, which seemed to be filling up with more and more of his stuff, now that he thought about it—and dragged all of his ninja gear out into the living room.

Iruka was as strict a taskmaster as ever, asking pointed questions about how long they expected to be gone, what could they expect the weather to be like, what was the terrain like along their route, what kind of enemies could they anticipate and also not anticipate, would they be camping most of the way or would they be heading through villages where they could get rooms at an inn…

Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura soaked in all of the information like sponges, bright eyes fixed on their old sensei as he pulled out his own ready-bag and began laying out everything that he had in it. And it was a lot.

“Most of this comes from experience,” Iruka had told them, pulling out skeins of rope and waterproof dropcloths and fat packets of senbon and oilcloth-wrapped bundles of tinder. “You figure out what works best for you, and what kind of things you need to feel secure in even unexpected situations. Then you balance that with how much you’re willing to actually carry, and what will just weigh you down. But keep in mind, it is far better to be overprepared than underprepared. It might just save your life, or the life of your teammate.”

“I’m going to have to go shopping,” Sakura breathed into the slightly stunned silence.

The boys nodded solemnly.

Now Iruka had definitely been hiding a grin. “Well, you’ve still got a few hours until the markets start closing. Don’t just rely on my opinion, too; I’m just a jack-of-all-trades chuunin. Every ninja has a specialized kit suited specifically for them and their abilities. Ask your other teachers what kinds of things you’ll need for your specialities.”

Naruto nodded determinedly. “That’s great advice, Iruka-nii! Guys,” he said, turning to his teammates, “let’s go find our teachers and go shopping. We’ll meet back here by dinnertime, okay, say 1900 hours? Then we can put together our packs and figure out who’s gonna carry what.”

Sakura and Sasuke had both nodded firmly, voicing their agreement and leaping for the door, Sasuke’s grumbled “No wonder chuunin and jounin wear those vests with all the pockets” covering up Iruka’s sputtered, “Wait—what? Here? Dinner? What?”

And that was how Team 7 and affiliated jounin had ended up at Iruka’s apartment, eating dinner and arguing loudly over how to properly pack for a mission.

Anko was fighting with Genma (who had followed Raidō, honestly, he wasn’t even helping any of Team 7 train, though the glint in his eye might indicate a change in that status soon) about the appropriate way to distribute poisoned senbon versus unpoisoned senbon about one’s person. Sakura was ignoring them both, filling her newly purchased knapsack with packets of medicine and vials of poisons—gifted to her by Anko, because she wasn’t at the level of mixing and preparing her own yet.

Naruto was tucked into a corner of the couch, tongue clenched between his teeth as he carefully inked new seals under the watchful eye of Kakashi. He was determined to create sets for all three of them, including several varieties of his new exploding seals as well as some useful stealth seals he’d found. If only he’d had time to practice storage seals!

Hayate and Raidō had Sasuke spread out in another corner of the living room, lecturing him about proper blade care and supplying him with enough whetstones and cleaning oilcloths to fill a small blade shop. Sasuke had taken the fussing rather well, nodding along silently to all the directions despite the fact that he didn’t even own a good long blade yet, just several short wakizashi and tanto.

All three genin had made sure all of their kunai and shuriken were up to standard, oiling and sharpening the ones that hadn’t been and making sure they all had more than was considered standard to carry. They had taken Iruka’s words about being overprepared very seriously.

Iruka had just sighed and bowed to the invasion of his apartment, escaping to the kitchen to make dinner in between advice to Naruto on what kinds of trap-laying materials he should bring—namely the things unavailable in nature, such as wire and quick-release mechanisms. Not technically necessary for traps, but they made them a lot easier and quicker to set up.

Dinner had been loud and raucous, six adults and three preteens spread out over the living room’s various surfaces and eating Iruka’s simple grilled chicken and stirfry with all indications of voracious hunger. Hayate had kept the introverted Sasuke from fleeing the scene, speaking to him quietly underneath the general louder conversations. Sakura had quizzed an amused Genma on his specialization and how he incorporated his specific skills into his missions, especially with a sword-wielder like Raidō as his partner, and Naruto…

Naruto had been so happy, flushed and beaming, surrounded by everyone he cared about, everyone eating and laughing and talking together, almost like…like a family.

Even the next morning, Naruto felt his belly fill up with a sparkling warm feeling, just remembering how amazing the night before had been.

He glanced around the living room. Sasuke and Sakura were curled up like puppies at his sides, all three of them having crashed right where they were when exhaustion finally hit them. Their supplies were still strewn around the room, half-packed bags listing over next to various sorted piles of inventory. Someone, probably Iruka-nii, had covered them with blankets.

“Dobe, it’s too early,” a voice grumbled at his side, and Naruto looked down to see Sasuke blinking crankily up at him.

“Sorry,” Naruto whispered, unable to prevent a grin from spreading across his face. “We’re leaving today. Aren’t you excited?”

Yes, but it’s still too early. We’re not supposed to meet Kakashi-sensei at the gates until 0900. Get some more sleep.” Sasuke poked at Naruto’s arm until he lay down again, and then snuggled closer with a sigh, sides just barely pressed against each other. On his other side, Sakura let out a grumble and slung an arm over Naruto’s hip.

Surrounded by his team and warmer than he’d ever been in his life, Naruto settled back down and closed his eyes, slipping back into sleep with a smile.

Iruka accompanied them to the gates, after feeding them a good breakfast and making sure they’d packed everything they’d meant to pack. Sakura had to dash off and say goodbye to her parents, so she would meet them at the gate, but Naruto and Sasuke walked through the early morning streets of Konoha with Iruka, both boys practically vibrating with excitement.

Iruka wished he could share their unrestrained joy. C-ranks were generally benign, but there was also a great deal of room for things to go wrong, simply because of the inexperience of genin and the dangers of the wide world. For the two boys he’d come to almost consider family, Iruka’s happiness for them was equaled by his worry.

Kakashi was already standing by the gate, his tall rangy figure easy to spot, the squat figure of the bridge-builder next to him. Hayate and Raidō, too, were lounging against the wall a short distance away, and with a soft punch to Naruto’s arm Sasuke trotted off to his mentors.

“Naruto,” Iruka said, stopping Naruto before they completely joined Kakashi and the civilian. “I have something for you. A going-away present, I guess.”

Naruto stared up at him, blue eyes wide. “You didn’t have to do that, nii-chan. You’ve already done so much for me.”

“Not nearly as much as you deserve, Naruto.” Iruka smiled and ruffled his hair, then offered him the tightly-packed roll of scrolls in his other hand. “Here. This is for you. I know we didn’t get to start on barrier seals beyond talking about the basics, but I thought you’d like to study them on the way. I’ve put a bunch of my notes in there. If Kakashi-sensei says it’s okay, you can practice them while you’re away.”

Naruto stared at him for another long moment, and then threw his arms around Iruka’s waist and buried his face in his chest. Iruka squeezed him tight in return, throat tight and eyes hot. “I’m gonna miss you, nii-chan,” Naruto mumbled into his flak vest.

“I’m gonna miss you too, Naruto.” Iruka took a deep breath and nodded to Kakashi, who was watching them carefully with his one grey eye. Kakashi nodded back, for once his book nowhere to be seen.

Naruto finally pulled away, his eyes a bit wet but his cheeks dry. He took a deep breath. “I’m going, Iruka-nii.”

Iruka smiled and nodded. “Go and come back. Be safe.” He watched Naruto bound over to Sasuke, who was clutching a long sword-shaped bundle—no guesses as to what Raidō and Hayate had provided as their going away gift. The two swordsmen seemed to still be lecturing the Uchiha on appropriate care and use, though Sasuke looked unwilling to let his new sword go even to draw it, so Iruka wasn’t sure how that was going, really.

“Hey, sorry I’m late!” Sakura called, waving wildly as she dashed around the corner, followed by a casual-looking Anko, whose bored expression was fooling nobody.

“Right, everyone present and ready?” Kakashi asked, checking with each of his genin for enthusiastic nods. “Okay, let’s get on the road.” He strode through the open gates without further fanfare, ignoring the gate guards’ huge grins as Team 7 waved their last goodbyes to their mentors and trotted after him out the gate.

Iruka, having drifted over to the three tokujō as they said their goodbyes, sighed. “Now what am I supposed to do with all my free time?” Raidō drawled, hands in his pockets. Hayate coughed and nodded in agreement, and Anko snorted.

Iruka stared out the empty gate. “They’ll be back soon enough,” he said, and sent up a quick prayer to any deity listening that his words would prove true.

Naruto was going to murder their civilian charge before the week was out—and if he didn’t do it, Sasuke would. Tazuna the bridge-builder was loud, rude, a drunk, and slow. Naruto was convinced that even as a civilian, he’d never be as slow as the old man.

And he complained all the time. About everything. The quality of their service, the heat of the sun, the food, sleeping on the ground… Naruto was ready to knock him out and carry him the rest of the way by the end of the first day, he was that annoying.

Kakashi hummed when Naruto grumbled some of this to him on the third day. “Yes, he certainly does talk a lot, but never about anything of substance. Usually people who babble on about inconsequential things have something to hide, so what could our simple bridge-builder be hiding?”

Naruto’s mouth snapped shut with a click, and he looked ahead at Tazuna’s back with newly wary eyes. “You’re awfully suspicious, aren’t you, sensei?”

Kakashi turned a page in his book. “All ninja develop a healthy sense of paranoia, it’s part of the job. Look underneath the underneath; question everything. Don’t be surprised, be the one doing the surprising. In the shinobi world, nothing is true; everything is permitted.”

Naruto sighed. “Being an adult is exhausting.”

Kakashi let out a loud bark of laughter, throwing his head back as his eye crinkled up in amusement. Up ahead, Sasuke and Sakura and Tazuna all turned to look at them, surprised. Naruto stared up at his teacher, breath caught in his chest at the completely unexpected sight of his teacher laughing unrestrainedly. It…it was strange, to see Kakashi that way, so happy, but Naruto liked it. He wanted to make Kakashi laugh more; he’d never realized until now how solemn their teacher usually was.

“That’s true,” Kakashi chuckled, smiling down at Naruto through his mask. “Being an adult is a lot of work. But I’m sure you can do it. You’re going to be a great adult, Naruto.” And he patted Naruto on the shoulder.

Naruto ducked his head, feeling his face—his whole body—grow hot. “Thanks, sensei,” he mumbled.

Then his brow furrowed as he noticed a large puddle in the road. It was a cloudless, clear summer day; they hadn’t had rain in at least a week.

“It’s…good that it’s not raining, isn’t it, sensei?” he said, trying to be subtle.

Kakashi hummed an agreement. “I’m surprised there aren’t more people on the road, taking advantage of the nice weather,” he said. So sensei knows, Naruto thought with satisfaction. That made him feel a lot safer.

Sasuke, clearly listening up ahead, flicked out their made-up hand signal for danger? Without turning around. Naruto signed back, watch out, and Sakura, face half-turned towards them as she pretended to listen to Tazuna, nodded and whispered to Sasuke.

Kakashi and Naruto, bringing up the rear of their group, finally passed the puddle, and everyone burst into a flurry of motion. Naruto dashed to the left, drawn kunai in his hands, and Kakashi disappeared in a flicker of movement so fast Naruto couldn’t even see it happen. Naruto wasn’t quite as fast, though, and he cursed as he felt spiked chains whip around one of his legs before he could get away, sending him crashing to the ground.

Flipping over onto his back, he yanked at the chain, eyes darting around the battlefield. Sasuke and Sakura were guarding a terrified Tazuna, weapons out and ready. Their two enemies were masked like Kakashi, big and terrifying and horribly real, wearing hitai-ate that had been scored through the middle to mark them as missing-nin.

Cursing, Naruto yanked the chain off of his leg, ignoring his bleeding hands and leg as he limped as fast as he could over to his teammates, taking up his position as the third point in their bodyguard formation.

“We should help,” Sasuke ground out, eyes flicking rapidly over the battlefield. Kakashi was engaging the two missing-nin, fighting both at the same time, their attacks eerily synchronized and deadly.

Sakura shook her head. “We can’t, we have to protect our charge,” she said. It was something Kakashi had been clear on: on an escort mission, if they ran into trouble, the three of them were to defend their charge, unless it looked like he was losing and it became necessary to assist him. “But then,” Kakashi had said, “If I need saving by you three brats, I might as well keel over dead right now.” And he’d run away as they’d chased him, shouting threats.

“Kakashi-sensei can do it,” Naruto said determinedly. He couldn’t put a lot of weight on his leg, which was dripping a slightly alarming amount of blood into the dirt. He gripped his kunai tighter in slick hands. “He’s super strong. He’ll defeat them.”

And even as he spoke, Kakashi did something so fast they barely saw it happen, and one of the men (were they twins?) cried out and fell to the ground, blood spurting from a slashed neck. Sakura gasped, hands flying up to cover her mouth, and the remaining ninja howled with fury and flew at Kakashi, spiked chain—now detached from his brother—whirring through the air. It caught Kakashi along the arm but didn’t slow him down at all, the lanky form of their teacher crouching and then lunging forward in a smooth movement.

The missing-nin stumbled, let out a wet gasping sound, and crumpled. Blood began to pool beneath his body.

The forest fell silent around them. Kakashi, panting, straightened up and flicked blood from his blades. “You three all right?” He asked roughly.

The three genin nodded, eyes wide. Naruto didn’t know about the others, but it was the first time he’d actually seen a dead body. Kakashi-sensei had been so fast. He’d killed them with no pause, no hesitation in his movements. It had seemed so easy.

Suddenly dizzy, Naruto wobbled and sat down hard in the dirt.

“Sensei!” Sakura knelt by Naruto’s side, hands reaching for his leg. “Naruto’s hurt!”

Kakashi was suddenly next to him, his bigger body hot against Naruto’s side and smelling of metal and blood. “What happened, Naruto?”

“I got caught by that spiked chain they were whipping around,” Naruto said through gritted teeth, stretching out his leg carefully and wincing when the wounds pulled. Sakura stuck her hands into the rips in his pant leg and tugged harshly, tearing the cloth all the way open. Naruto yelped. “Sakura-chan!”

“Hush,” she ordered, digging into her pack. “They’re missing-nin from Mist, they probably used poison on their blades. Did you get nicked, sensei?”

Kakashi shook his head, ignoring his arm dripping blood. “I’m fine.”

Sakura nodded, her lips pressed so tightly together they were white. Her hands trembled faintly as she pressed bandages against Naruto’s wounds, but she didn’t falter. Sasuke stood over them, eyes scanning the forest around them warily, guarding them from further attack.

“Can you check the chain, Kakashi-sensei?” Sakura asked. Kakashi rose silently and went back over to the…the bodies.

“It doesn’t show signs of poison,” he reported, squatting and sifting the chain through his hands. “No strange odors, nothing liquid on the blades.” His voice tightened. “Other than Naruto’s blood.” He let the chain fall back to the ground.

Sakura nodded. “Do you feel strange, Naruto? Hot, short of breath, dizzy, something wrong with your vision?”

Naruto shook his head. “It just hurts.”

“Okay. That’s good.” Sakura wrapped his leg quickly, sticking the end to the other bandages with a small chakra tab. “That’ll have to do until we camp tonight.”

Sasuke offered a hand to Naruto, who took it and let his teammate pull him back to his feet. Sakura had done a good job, not wrapping it too tightly and restricting his movement; he’d be able to fight, if necessary.

“Well then,” Kakashi said, voice hard as he turned to face Tazuna, “I think it’s about time you were honest with us, Tazuna-san.”

They made cold camp that night, not risking a fire to betray their position. Naruto’s leg felt fine now, as he protested to a determined Sakura—and indeed, when she sat on him and unwrapped the bandages, his injuries had been completely healed, only the streaks of dried blood to show where they had been.

“I’m so jealous of that,” Sakura huffed, bundling up the dirty bandages and shoving them back into her pack. “Those injuries should have put you out for a week, Naruto!”

Naruto grinned and shrugged sheepishly.

“All right, you three, come over here.” Kakashi’s voice cut through their banter, and the genin immediately sobered up and gathered around their sensei. Tazuna’s story of slavery and crippling poverty had put things a bit in perspective, and they needed to decide what to do next. And none of them had forgotten seeing their lazy teacher cut down two missing-nin like it was nothing.

“First,” Kakashi said, pulling out a familiar black-edged scroll and making Naruto stiffen, “I think we need to talk about a few things.” He unrolled it and, with a poof of smoke, the heads of the dead ninja rolled out.

Naruto took a deep breath that trembled slightly and clenched his hands into fists. It was jarring, to truly realize that they were killers, that ending another person’s life was easy, as easy as slicing open a few fragile layers of skin. That Kakashi had probably killed hundreds of people, could probably not even remember the accurate number.

“Now I mentioned this when I collected the heads,” Kakashi said, “but let’s recap. I collected the heads and burned the bodies because all you need for identification and collection of bounties is the head of your target. I burned the bodies because I didn’t want to leave traces of our presence behind. These two…” he gestured at the blank-eyed heads on the ground, “…are chuunin-level missing nin from Mist, called the Demon Brothers. They assisted in the S-rank nukenin Momochi Zabuza’s escape from Hidden Mist after his failed attempt to assassinate the Mizukage. Moderate bounties on their own, but the important thing is that they’re associates of Zabuza, who was one of Hidden Mist’s Seven Swordsmen. Which means,” he cast a sharp look over at Tazuna, who shuddered, “that it’s possible that we will be encountering Zabuza in the next couple of days. An S-ranked missing nin.

“We were hired, Tazuna-san, under the impression that this was a C-rank mission; the only opposition we could expect would be bandits looking for an easy mark. Just the presence of these two—” he pointed at the heads, “—would be enough to bump it to a B-rank, but the presence of Momochi Zabuza bumps it automatically to an A-rank and an escort of at least three jounin. You are putting my genin at an unacceptable level of risk, Tazuna.”

“P-please,” Tazuna gibbered, “I need your help! I can’t afford a higher-ranked mission, and Gato has been so terrible to us! As soon as I get my bridge built—”

If you get your bridge built, Gato will just come in and destroy it again!” Kakashi snapped, glaring coldly over at the old man. “If Zabuza has been hired to kill you, I cannot in all conscience take my team of barely trained genin against him! If my team is killed because of your stinginess and lies, old man, you will regret it for the rest of your miserably short life.”

Wow, Naruto thought, reluctantly admiring, Kakashi-sensei can be really intimidating.

“Please, you have to help us!” Tazuna cried. “The people of Wave have no hope without you! If—if I get my bridge built, I can pay you in money from the trade it brings in!”

“That’s not the point!” Kakashi snapped. “The point is that because you lied, my barely out of the Academy genin might be taking on an S-ranked nukenin!”

“Kakashi-sensei,” Sakura said softly, putting a hand on his arm, “we don’t know for sure yet that Zabuza’s even here. Tazuna-san is right, they do need our help. And we did accept the escort mission to Wave.”

Kakashi stared at her for a moment, and then sighed. “And what do you two think?” He asked the boys.

Naruto shrugged. “I think Sakura-chan’s right,” he replied. “I don’t—I don’t wanna face an S-rank ninja,” he gulped at the very idea, “but if we can help Wave Country, I think we should.”

Sasuke nodded. “What Naruto said,” he grunted. “We can at least see what the situation is, right?”

Kakashi sighed. “Then it seems as if I am overruled,” he told Tazuna. “We will escort you either to your home in Wave or until Momochi Zabuza shows up, whichever comes first.”

“Oh, thank you,” Tazuna gasped, “Thank you, thank you—”

“Don’t thank me,” Kakashi snapped. “Thank them.” He gestured at the genin. “They’re the only reason I’m not turning us around right now.” He rolled the heads back up into their scroll and sealed them away.

“Now,” he continued, “there’s one other thing I want to talk about.” He was silent for a minute, gathering his thoughts. “The three of you saw me kill today.”

As one, the three genin drew closer together until they were pressed against each other shoulder to shoulder.

“None of you have seen someone be killed in front of you before, have you?” Naruto and Sakura shook their heads, but Sasuke hesitated, looking torn. “I wouldn’t count the Massacre, Sasuke,” Kakashi said to him. “What your brother did to you was torture, nothing less, but you didn’t actually see him kill anyone, did you?”

Sasuke ducked his head and stared at the ground. “The…the genjutsu he used on me,” he mumbled softly. “It…made me watch him kill our parents over and over again.”

Naruto sucked in a horrified breath. He met Sakura’s wide eyes. Neither of them had heard Sasuke talk about the Uchiha Massacre, ever. He didn’t even mention it obliquely.

Kakashi nodded soberly. “Well, if you want to talk about that later, you can come to me at any time. I want to—Do you have—How are you doing, with seeing me kill those men?”

Naruto looked down and fidgeted with his hands in his lap. “It…was pretty surprising, at first,” he muttered. “It’s kinda easy to forget in the village that we’re training ta kill people. But…but that’s our job, sensei, and if you hadn’t killed ‘em, they woulda killed us for sure! So…I guess I’m doing pretty okay now.”

Kakashi nodded. “It’s okay to not be okay, too,” he said. “You don’t have to like the fact that we kill people. But you do have to not hesitate. If the choice is between the life of an enemy and the life of your comrades, you had better not hesitate for a single moment. One second can be the difference between life and death.”

The three of them nodded together. “Yes, sensei,” they chorused.

The next day was tense for everyone. The four shinobi had set up rotating watch shifts for the night, which meant that none of them had gotten a full night’s sleep. Kakashi was used to it, but he doubted that his genin were. He hoped they’d be all right for the day.

Their guard formation had been pretty loose before, usually two in front with Tazuna and two behind, but now they tightened it up, using a standard diamond formation: Sasuke in the front, Sakura and Naruto on either side, and Kakashi in the rear, with Tazuna in the middle and within grabbing reach of both Naruto and Sakura if something went wrong.

And something, inevitably, went wrong.

Naruto barely heard the almost silent whistle of rushing air and threw himself at Tazuna, knocking both him and Sakura to the ground. Sasuke and Kakashi were there instantly, and Naruto jumped back to his feet to see a huge man standing on the blade of a monstrous sword embedded more than halfway through the trunk of a tree.

“Momochi Zabuza,” Kakashi said, both greeting and warning. Naruto tensed his muscles and slipped one hand into the pouch where he kept his explosive seals.

“Well, well. Sharingan no Kakashi. No wonder the Demon Brothers didn’t succeed. But I hope you know you won’t have such an easy time against me. Why don’t you just hand over the old man and we can all go our separate ways?”

Kakashi settled into a ready stance and lifted his hitai-ate so that it rested straight on his forehead, uncovering his left eye. A ragged scar bisected it down the middle, but when Kakashi blinked it open the eye itself seemed undamaged, although strange—all red iris, with three dots instead of a pupil.

Sasuke, already tense, went taut as a drawn bowstring at the sight. If they lived through this, Naruto was going to ask him about that.

“You know that’s never going to happen,” Kakashi replied, and Zabuza shrugged.

“Worth a shot,” he said, and the two jounin blurred into action.

It was far different than the fight from yesterday, and far more terrifying. These were jounin, deadly masters of their trade, and no words were wasted on taunts or bargaining. Naruto could barely follow their movements half the time, though Sasuke’s eyes were darting around, apparently following pretty well. But Kakashi-sensei was at a disadvantage, he could tell; as the one with something to protect, Kakashi couldn’t take certain risks or allow certain blows to land, and that made him more vulnerable. He had to deflect jutsu aimed at their party rather than simply avoiding them, and it was wearing him out quickly—Naruto could see it.

“Shit,” he hissed. “Do you guys—”

“Yeah,” Sasuke muttered, eyes wide and focused, intent. “He’s doing good, he’d probably even win, but—”

“At what cost?” Sakura finished grimly, tugging on the edges of her gloves and settling her fingers more firmly around her kunai.

Naruto nodded, digging in his pockets for one of the scrolls Iruka-nii had given him. “I’ll stay here and guard Tazuna,” he said, already drawing seals in the dirt with his knife. “You two help Kakashi however you can.” In his hurry, Naruto didn’t realize he’d dropped the ‘sensei’ he normally used with Kakashi’s name.

“Right,” Sasuke nodded, divining Naruto’s plan with a glance. “Sakura, you ready?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

They dashed in opposite directions, into the trees, and Naruto quickly checked his seals against the scroll. They looked right, so he slapped his hands together into Ram and released his chakra. With a burst of light, the seals began to glow, and a transparent blue barrier rose between Naruto and Tazuna and the fight in front of them.

“Don’t touch the barrier, Tazuna-san,” Naruto ordered, one hand ready in Tiger as he palmed some shuriken in his other hand. “Unless you want your fingers burned off.”

Tazuna squeaked some sort of agreement, and Naruto immediately ignored him, focused intently on the action in front of him.

It went very quickly. Sasuke and Sakura were so far below the skill being displayed in front of them it would be laughable, if it couldn’t very well mean their deaths. So they were smart about it, darting in and out whenever they wouldn’t distract Kakashi. A gout of Sasuke’s flame turned a Suiton jutsu into useless steam, and Sakura’s screeched Doton caught a hail of shuriken in its dirt wall. Sasuke threw one of the explosive tags Naruto had made them, the loud distracting flash-bang giving Kakashi time to jump back and regroup. Kakashi adapted quickly to his students’ presence, a grim set to his eyes, and fought harder than ever.

Naruto watched, heart in his throat, every muscle in his body tensed to move at a moment’s notice. Zabuza was being pushed back, his every move countered, and it was frustrating the huge man, Naruto could tell. His pointed teeth were bared beneath his bandages, and huge sweeps of his sword forced both genin back. Sasuke had both his new katana and his more familiar wakizashi in each hand, but he was so outclassed as a swordsman it wasn’t even funny; even one blow from that huge zanbato would probably break his blades like twigs. Still, he moved with confidence, slashing and whirling around their enemy, keeping Zabuza constantly turning.

“Enough!” Naruto heard him roar, and in a moment they were buried in swirling, choking mist. Naruto’s breath caught, eyes darting around, trying to see anything through the fog. But it was unnaturally thick, clearly a jutsu, and Naruto cursed and dove into one of his pouches for his seals.

Something crackled against his barrier, and Naruto’s head shot up just in time to see a clone of Zabuza poof out of existence. “Fuck!” he shouted, and poured more chakra into the barrier. It thickened and darkened, encasing them in a humming blue dome.

“Seals, huh?” Zabuza’s voice drifted through the fog. Naruto spun, trying to identify where it was coming from. He couldn’t hear any of his teammates—the fog must be muffling all sound. “How clever. Such a clever little boy—and blond-haired, too.”

Naruto bared his teeth, clenching an explosive tag in his free hand. “Come out and I’ll show you just how clever I am, teme!” He wished he knew a barrier that could let things out but not in; he wanted to throw his tag to see if it could disperse some of the mist, but couldn’t get it through the barrier. He could only wait.

“Now, now,” Kakashi’s voice suddenly came, echoing around just like Zabuza’s, “I believe I am your opponent, Zabuza.”

“Oh?” Zabuza replied. “But I’m done playing with you. I want to play with the Yellow Flash’s son. How fascinating, to know Namikaze Minato had a child. Are you following your father’s footsteps, boy, and studying sealing?”

Naruto swayed, the edges of his vision going grey. “What?” he whispered.

“Fuuton: Great Breakthrough!” Kakashi’s voice came, and a howling wind tore at the mist, forcing it away. Sasuke and Sakura were caught in what looked like a huge ball of water, held at the fingertips of Zabuza, who was standing, terrifyingly, right in front of Naruto. Naruto took an automatic step back, and immediately felt ashamed. He firmed his grip on his kunai and scowled.

“I dunno who you are, teme, but—”

“But I know exactly who you are,” Zabuza growled, and two of his clones attacked Naruto’s barrier from behind, making Naruto flinch and the barrier wobble. Tazuna let out a whimper of fear. “The Yellow Flash’s son. Isn’t Konoha clever, hiding you all these years. Well, with your daddy dead, of course they’d want to keep you out of sight—”

A torrent of fire roared between them, making Zabuza curse and jump out of the way, the prison around Sasuke and Sakura falling. Kakashi stood in front of Naruto, tall and angry, fiercely protective. Sasuke coughed and helped Sakura, bruised and limping, off to the side, out of the way.

“I said,” Kakashi snapped out, voice like iron, “that I am your opponent.”

“Touchy subject?” Zabuza bared his pointed teeth in a humorless grin. “Come on, then.”

But Kakashi was clearly done being cautious. His red left eye swirling, he flew into a series of attacks, barraging Zabuza with jutsu and not letting up for a moment. The strain on him was obvious, but he seemed not to care, pounding on the missing-nin until Zabuza was on his knees, barely conscious, huge sword on the ground next to him.

But before Kakashi could go in for the killing blow, senbon flashed out of the trees, landing with perfect accuracy in Zabuza’s neck, felling him instantly.

Naruto watched the big man slump to the ground, mind filled with white noise. He blankly watched the Mist hunter-nin exchange words with Kakashi and collect Zabuza’s body and sword, unable to form any kind of coherent thought. The only thing echoing through his mind was Zabuza’s voice: The Yellow Flash’s son…Namikaze Minato…your father’s footsteps…

The Yellow Flash’s son.

The Yellow Flash is the Yondaime Hokage.

The Yondaime Hokage is my father.

“Dobe?” Sasuke asked quietly.  Naruto turned his head slowly and saw his two teammates crouched at the edge of his barrier. “You okay?”

Naruto shook his head slowly. He was unable to speak; he didn’t know what would come out, if he opened his mouth.

“Naruto,” Kakashi said, and crouched by the barrier too, looking very worse for wear. Naruto wondered why they were all kneeling, and then realized that he was on his knees too, the dirt and rocks digging into his legs. “Can you let the barrier down?”

Naruto stared at his sensei. “Did you know, Kakashi?” he asked quietly. “Is it true? Is the Yondaime Hokage my father?”

Kakashi hesitated. One of his arms, propping him up on the ground, was dripping blood slowly into the dirt. He looked awful. “Yes,” he finally let out on a sigh, some unnamed tension leaving his body. “You are the son of Namikaze Minato and Uzumaki Kushina, Naruto.”

Then his mismatched eyes rolled up and he collapsed.

“Sensei!” Three voices cried, and Naruto yanked his chakra out of the barrier so fast it gave him a head rush. He didn’t let it slow him though, jumping forward to roll Kakashi over as Sasuke and Sakura joined him.

“He’s not bleeding heavily,” Sakura reported immediately, checking him over with quick hands. “He took some of Zabuza’s jutsu head-on, but I can’t imagine anything that would cause this…” She pulled up each one of Kakashi’s eyelids, and the red one glared back at her, still spinning lazily. She shuddered and quickly let the scarred eyelid fall shut again.

“That’s a Sharingan,” Sasuke reported, his voice flat. “My clan’s doujutsu. I don’t know how Kakashi-sensei got one, but if he keeps it covered all the time, he probably can’t deactivate it, which means it probably drains a lot of his chakra.”

“Oh,” Sakura let out a relieved breath. “That makes sense. He’s just suffering from chakra exhaustion. Tazuna-san, how far away are we from your home?” she asked the bridge-builder.

“U-um, about half a day’s travel, I’d say,” stuttered the old man.

“Okay. We can take turns carrying sensei and Tazuna-san. We’ve got to get there as fast as possible, we’re really vulnerable out here. Sasuke, I’d say you take point first—”

“I’ll carry sensei,” Naruto interjected, bending to pick up Kakashi and somehow arrange his long limbs around his person so that none of his teacher was dragging on the ground.

“And I’ll carry you, Tazuna-san.” Sakura picked up their escort despite the old man’s protests and arranged him on her back, nodding at Sasuke. “Let’s get out of here.”

The three genin leapt forward, dashing down the road as fast as they could. Sensei, Naruto thought, Kakashi a heavy weight against his back, what have you been keeping from me? What have I not known, all these years?