Uzumaki and Uchiha: Journey of Love

Part 6

Izumi frowned as she ghosted from shadow to shadow, using the shade of the canopy to mask her movements. There was something wrong with this boy, she just knew it. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't quite put a finger on it. Whenever she was around him, her instincts constantly nagged at her, telling - nay, demanding - her to be cautious of a 8 year old boy.

She heeded its whispers without exemption. Her instincts have saved her life many a time in the field as an ANBU operative. This would be no different.

Even now, as she methodically searched the forests around Training Ground Six, she could hear the discordant voice of her sixth sense, telling her to be careful. Her sense of danger kept itself alive in the back of her mind, prickling her skin with electric fire.

He was close.

"Left," her sixth sense whispered.

SNAP!

"Right," her danger sense countered.

Unsheathing her blade, she turned to her right and clashed against his slashing. Her leg lashed out in a kick, smashing her second attacker squarely in the chest. The injured attacker was pushed back and dispelled itself in a plume of smoke, only for another opponent to take his place. Flash after flash of steel illuminated the forest's darkness, reflecting the scant beams of sunlight that penetrated the dense canopy. Despite the overwhelming numerical odds, Izumi was neither panicked nor concerned.

Naruto was really a genius in his own right, but so was she.

A blurring vacuum of darkness managed to draw her eyes away from her attackers for a split second.

"Shuriken." she mocked. "Child's play."

Without even activating her Sharingan, she danced away from his attacks, putting distance between herself and her persistent protégé. Lacing her fingers through the shuriken's center, she redirected the metal stars at Naruto's clones.

The raven hair Anbu always wondered where he learn Shadow Clone just from. Naruto said that he found it from a scroll which a jounin dropped. Obviously, it was a lie but Izumi didn't know how to expose it, so she just could pass it. Not only that, his taijutsu was in a close race with chuunin and his skills with chakra knives which was the same the Hokage's son used was good.

How the hell an academy student was very strong like that? Anyone was insane enough to teach him the!?

Izumi started regretting her decision when they had their first training spar. The fourteen shadows that were currently chasing her.

'Stupid Shadow Clone. Stupid cute whiskered blond.'

If it was any other mission, or any other training exercise, she would have already slaughtered the clones and pinned down the little blond rascal.

Her eyebrow twitched as she saw another two plumes of smoke spawn off to her left.

In that moment, she came to one conclusion: she hated the Shadow Clone Jutsu. Never before in her line of duty had she ever hated a jutsu. As a ninja, she saw everything, and that means everything, as fair game, no matter how immoral or how cheap something seems. But now, for the first time, she despised the cloning technique and its creator. She could never hate her cute little fox, so she directed her hate towards the man who created the damned technique.

'Nidaime-sama had better hope there's no way to resurrect him or I'll give him a piece of my mind.'

For just a second, when she saw another plume of smoke appear to her right, she felt more annoyed. But who was she could blame for? Her rival was a boy who pranked everywhere, not chuunin, jounin or even ANBU could catch him...except her and Dog after all and he was just fucking 8 year-old.