Naruto God of The Shinobi

CHAPTER 4

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Chapter Four

The village that the three hooded travellers found themselves in was a lively one. There were stalls that lined the street that constantly had several customers at any one time. Children were walking along with parents, pointing out to their parents the things they would like from the various stalls that lined the street. All in all, it was quite a surreal experience for all three of the travellers.

'Would that be how my sons act, had I not taken them away and trained them?' It was quite strange how to see the various children that were around and imagine her sons taking their place. She couldn't quite imagine it, the mere thought of calm and patient Hagoromo jumping up and down pointing at something he wanted seemed so ridiculous. Even Naruto acting like these children seemed farfetched, because while he was a ball of energy when he was younger, he had never really asked for anything. So the idea of him demanding something like these children, and in some cases, throwing a temper tantrum was laughable at best.

Oblivious to their mother's thought the two men on either side of her, with staves in hand, looked around at the houses, stalls and people. The majority of their thoughts were on how weak all of them looked, having been raised and trained by their mother, who valued and prized strength, it was quite hard to see these people as anything but weak. While Hagoromo tried to look at this from the people perspective, thinking about how they didn't have chakra or how they didn't have someone like his mother to guide them, Naruto had no such qualms.

'By Kami these people are so weak!' He mentally raved. 'I know they don't have chakra but most of these people look like they've never been in a fight in their life. It's ridiculous; a strong wind from me could blow most of these people over.' While Naruto's views on the residents of the village may seem harsh, Naruto had experience a mental maturing over the three or so years since they had been told of what Hagoromo and himself would have to face in the future. The now sixteen year old had become more serious, only becoming his old self in rare moments to help lower the tension between his mother and brother. The white haired boy inwardly frowned when he thought over the tension between his mother and brother. Hagoromo's rising determination to help the innocent people of the Elemental Nations had started to cause a rifted between him and his mother, who still maintained the belief that will had to be destroyed for peace.

In Naruto's opinion, Hagoromo's belief on how peace should be achieved is idealistic and foolish, bordering on stupid. Though don't get Naruto wrong, he wished that achieving peace would be as easy as Hagoromo says it is, but Naruto knows that won't be the truth. Peace will be achieved through blood and war, by mistakes. That is how Naruto believes that peace will be made, when people realise their own stupidity.

Naruto believes that both his brother's and mother's method to peace has the same problem, what happens when they were gone to enforce the peace? When he had asked this question to his mother and brother, both had simply said that they would choose a successor. 'What successor!?' Naruto mentally swore. 'The one that will magically pop out of the ground with the power, wisdom and desire to uphold their own version of peace, with the ability to choose the perfect successor for themselves as well? What happens if they become corrupt? It's impossible, besides, who has chakra other than the three of use, unless one of them wants to ask the Shinju for the job?' Naruto asked himself sarcastically.

"Let's go my sons." His mother's voice snapped him out of his thinking. "It is time to go get supplies before we find somewhere to rest for the night. Tomorrow we must be out of the village by mid if we are to reach our destination at our desired time. Once we have bought the food we need, we will seal it in one of Hagoromo's scrolls when we reach a private place." As she finished speaking she started to walk forward and into the maze of stalls.