Demon fox

the Mask

Two years later....

There were hundreds of them, all with a kunai, paired in groups as they looked at eachother. "You all know your weaknesses, you all know your strengths, fight like your life depends on it." Naruto looked at his clones. "I want you all to let the memories guide you, let anything that feels familiar come, I know the memories are  vague and not very clear but the intent is there. Use it." He took a step back as he sat down, "I will train on my sensory ability while you are at it."

It had been two and a half years since he had gotten the seal, two years after Orochimaru's lackey nearly cut his ears off.

The anbu had found the dead body and then traced its origin back to him, after which he had gotten a long talk about safety and confessions about such things. The hokage had then congratulated him on at least being able to protect himself in times of trouble. There were a few counseling sessions and Naruto had felt a lot better after them. He even took a few more of those sessions with Inoichi Yamanaka on the condition that he would not go inside his head. The can head agreed and Naruto even made good friend with his daughter during his visit to the clan head's house for the sessions.

Shikamaru, Choji, Ino, kiba, Shino, Hinata, Sakura and Sasuke with few other kids in his class were not afraid of him, they were his only friends.

All this time Naruto had slowly gotten better at controlling his emotions. He wasn't inpulsive like before. Though he still had nightmares and those visions at a daily basis, he had gotten used to it. He instead focused on learning from them. As he had thought, the man in the memories was a very knowledgeable man. He must have fought many wars and battles.  When naruto tried to train in taijutsu, he would recall moves he never trained in and would find it only a matter of time and effort  to master them. Naruto continuously made his clones fight eachother, made them remember the memories and learn from them. This was he was almost always at the top of his class in taijutsu. The pervert Sannin had at times announced that his fighting was a mixture of goken, the strong fist style, Jukken, the gentle fist style and generic martial arts and acrobatics.

Only few were able to match him and well all of them were clan heirs and had trainers to teach them personally unlike him.

Naruto took a deep breath and let his chakra spill, it was a little amount but it allowed him to sense his surrounding.
The anbu crouching on the second branch from the top on the fifty tree by the right, another one hiding in the shadow beneath the fallen trunk about fifty steps away from the clearing he was in. Naruto looked up, the mark on his hand came alive, and his byakugan flashed like a flashbomb, his eyes
met the Anbu's and he grinned as the cat masked Anbu flinched. Then she flicked her purple hair and disappeared from his sight, once again hiding somewhere near.

He laughed, letting his byakugan stop, it had become on of his hobby to try and locale the anbu around him. He always seemed to have atleast two of them on his tail. In the last two years he had continuously trained in his sealing jutsu studies and ninjutsu practice. His chakrs control was good enough with all the hundreds off hours he put into it. He was a prodigy when it came to seals, the lack of caged bird seal on his forehead was a sigh of his accomplishment. He was so good at it that even the Sannin was shocked, exclaiming the even he wasn't yet able to remove the caged bird seal.

Natuto however wore goggles on his forehead to hide the lack of said seal now a days.

Naruto had trained immensely in his ninjutsu and even genjutsu. His chakrs control after his continuous effort and diligent practice had gotten good enough to allow him to cast genjutsu.

He cringed when he felt a clone pop, one clone had taken a kunai and pounded it onto another's eye socket to neutralize the byakugan. He grimaced, had he just killed a man? Wouldn't be the first..