Naruto: My Way of Ninja

There was a "plop-plop" sound of falling water coming from a waterfall in the back mountain of Konoha. This was not someone holding an Olympic diving competition here.

A blond boy put his head out of the water, breathing heavily, and the lake water on his head began to dance a non-stop waltz with sweat.

"It failed again." I slowly swam to the shore and began to meditate.

I was not discouraged, but after summing up my experience, I used the chakra I had just condensed on my feet again, and adjusted it again after considering the amount of chakra I had just judged.

"Very good, we should be able to succeed this time." I encouraged myself, and then walked towards the lake.

My judgment was very good and I was able to stand steadily on the water at the beginning.

One minute, two minutes

But just when the third minute was about to reach the third minute, the chakra in my body suddenly became violent. I couldn't control it immediately, and my body shook with the uncontrollable chakra, and finally fell into the water gorgeously again.

Sure enough, it is still difficult to control the flow of chakra at will to float on the water.

It’s been a month, and I’m thinking about the experiences I’ve learned during this period.

Unknowingly, I have been in the Naruto world for five years.

How I survived these five years, I have forgotten. For the first three years, I lived under the care of ANBU, and my days were so colorful. For the next two years, every day was the same. Training, eating, sleeping, training, eating, sleeping, training, eating, and sleeping are like this every day.

But at least he has the strength of a genin.

Moreover, the villagers have treated me a lot better, at least they can buy fresh food. The reason is that I have grown my hair long, just like my father Namikaze Minato. The beard on my face was a bit difficult, so I shaved it off. It hurt so much. Fortunately, I had the nine tails and it grew back in a few days.

Now, the daily basic training has not changed. What has changed is only the indicators of my physical training, which will increase every day.

"Clone Technique"

I looked at the phantom of myself gradually appearing around me, "Hahahahaha" I laughed so loudly that others could mistake it for mental illness.

Now I won't lose even if I am against a genin. The only thing I lack is actual combat. I lay on the shore and thought like this.

As I lay down, the word "seeking death" suddenly came to my mind, and then I ran to a place quickly.

I stood on the grass and looked up at the domineering cat. It was squatting on the tombstone. Its fur was black, like the night sky.

The cat was looking at him with a scrutinizing look. His expression was a little serious, motionless, and a little dazed. After looking at him for a long time, he felt very cute.

Yawning, I sat up with squinted eyes, took out a glass of milk, inserted the straw into the milk carton, and placed it on the ground.

The cat's domineering look calmed down a little. Its eyes were like a weasel seeing a chicken, with green light in its eyes. It looked at me, its big tail wagged a few times, and it raised its paws to hold the milk carton. Slowly twisted her body and turned her butt towards me before drinking the milk.

I watched with great interest. There is no doubt that this is a very smart cat, and when these humane little animals make some humane movements and expressions, it always makes people feel very interesting. Moreover, it and I'm very similar.

This is a cat I saw when I decided to go to the Memorial Monument to see Brother Tu, who will be awesome in the future.

I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but I just felt that the soft hair, the unsuspecting posture, and the clean claws were incompatible with wild cats wandering outside. He looked pampered and looked like an emperor.

Sometimes I thought about taking it away, but because I was too poor and had trouble feeding myself, I just thought about it.

At dusk, the shadow of the tombstone on the ground became much longer. I touched the cat, then lowered my head, cleaned up some garbage I left behind, waved to the cat, turned around and walked out of the cemetery.

As I was walking on my way home, a noisy sound next to the cemetery successfully caught my attention.

It was a group of boys getting together and seemed to be bullying a girl.

Sure enough, has the plot reached this point? I looked at everything in front of me and touched my smooth chin.

"Let that girl go" I shouted domineeringly towards the crowd, and then rushed over.

It seems that I went a little too far.

I was a little embarrassed when I recalled how those little guys had their heads bruised and bloody. Isn't it bad to bully a small person with a big one?

I didn't expect those guys who looked like they were about to graduate from the ninja school to be so weak. There was nothing I could do about it. I can only comfort myself silently.

"Miss, are you okay?" The voice came from a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy who had the same white pupils as the girl.

"I'm fine," the girl said to the boy, "Thanks"

"Since you're okay, please come home with me as soon as possible." The boy interrupted the girl. Although his tone was extremely respectful, his attitude was particularly tough.

And he never glanced at me standing aside from the beginning to the end.

"Okay, I have driven those guys away. You should go home quickly and don't get into danger again." I turned my back to the girl and said in a gentle tone.

If I have to say it, my current image can be called a warm man.

"My name is Hinata Hinata." Before the girl was pulled away by the boy, she still managed to break away, bowed and thanked me, and then went home accompanied by the boy.

"Hinata-sama, I asked you not to have any contact with the child just now." On the way home, the girl's companion said to her.

"Why?" Hinata was very curious. That child obviously saved her and was a very good person.

But in the end, Hinata did not delve deeper, and the attitude of the passers-by on the roadside made her even more curious.

"That's Kyuubi's child," a woman on the roadside whispered to her husband beside her.

"Shut up, you should know he's not," the husband scolded his wife, and the child quickly left.

Nine tail

Hinata didn't know what it was, but if that child could become her friend, Hinata would be happy.

Of course, Hinata didn't know that everything that happened in front of her was also seen by me.

Kyuubi, I gave a wry smile.

Sure enough, this is the reason why even the most simple Konoha villager, even if I try hard to change my image and do good things, still alienates myself.

But I don't mean to blame the villagers.

With two lifetimes of memory, I know that what the villagers fear is not themselves, but the nine-tailed demon fox that destroyed the village and killed their relatives five years ago.

As a Jinchuriki of the Nine-Tails, it is very common for me to be feared by the villagers. Isn't it the same for Gaara and the others?

Go home? I looked at the dark place with no lights at all, and silently shook my head.

"Yeah." Just when I was debating whether to go home or not, I suddenly felt someone following me behind me. It seems that I also inherited a little bit of the ability to sense whirlpools.

He shook his head again, but finally snorted coldly and walked towards the deep forest beside the lake where he usually practiced.

"Come out" I shouted behind me.

A figure jumped down from a tree behind Naruto. It was the boy who had just pulled Hinata away.

"Although I don't want to do this, can you please stay away from Ms. Hinata in the future?" the boy said to me with a sideways glance.

No matter the tone or demeanor of his words, he was completely unlike those of Konoha's wealthy aristocrats.

"Idiot." After knowing the other party's intention, my face gradually became cold, and then a red tail appeared, obviously looking for a fight to the death.

End of this chapter