A male medic?... Are you sure?

Chapter 5

Three days of continued cold shoulders from my kindergarten peers and teachers, except for Natsuki, and I relished the chance to read all day instead of playing for half of the day. Some questions about ninjutsu have been building up in my mind.

I stood in front of the Hokage office door. I can bearly remember the day after I decided that I was going to do this. It was too filled with too many nerves. I can't let the old man figure out I am a reincarnated soul. Not with Danzo still wielding so much power in the village. Danzo scares me immensely. I don't know how to get out of his grasp if I ever find myself in it. Something will happen to the Uchiha soon, but I can't remember what and why it will happen. But I feel Hiruzen and Danzo will be in the centre of it all. Hiruzen's council isn't that appealing either. But, at least they can't pull my family and me into the proverbial dark ally and make us all disappear.

The secretary was sweeter to me now than when I was here with Naruto. Of course, it is very possible that she doesn't remember my face, and just my mother's. I am just a small child, at least in the eyes of most of the populace, so I haven't seen most of the negative repercussions of my family's actions concerning Naruto. I can tell mom and dad are having a hard time with the other villagers. They haven't told Naruto or me about it, so I have also chosen to be quiet about my observations.

I shake my head. That was not why I was here. I think my nerves are getting to me... I knock at the door. A few seconds pass. And a muffled "Come in," comes from the aged Hokage within. I open the door with all the strength my four-year-old body could muster. I huff and puff when I finally get the heavy door to open. Damn... Mom must be strong to be able to open the door with so much ease. The Hokage looks towards the door with a warm smile on his face. He must really love children. There was a dark-haired sitting opposite the Hokage. I couldn't see who it was.

"Ah... Aoi-kun... What can I do for you?" The Hokage asks in a warm tone. "I read some ninjutsu theory in a book, and I have some questions," I answer honestly—the man sitting opposite the Hokage perks up slightly. "See, I told you that it wouldn't be a quick visit," Hiruzen says to his guest with a smug look. They must be pretty close... The aged Hokage looks back at me. "I have a guest right now," Hiruzen says to me as he motions toward the man sitting opposite him. "Is it okay if you wait outside for a bit?" He asks with the same warm smile. "No. I want to hear what this young boy has to ask. It could prove quite amusing," The man says in a deep, raspy voice. My body freezes when I hear the man's voice. It's not a voice I expected to hear for some time. I couldn't see the man's bandages, but the voice was so cold and heartless that I didn't need to see those to know exactly who was having a meeting with the Hokage. Danzo was here! Already!? I think I am having a panic attack. I don't want to be drafted into his terrifying army. I just want to live my life. See my parents grow old. See Naruto grow up.

"You had some questions?" Hiruzen asks softly after I haven't spoken for a few seconds, breaking me out of my panic spiral. "Yes..." I answer, getting my feet stable on the ground. I didn't even realise that I had lost my footing. "Go on then..." Hiruzen says with a small hand gesture after a few more seconds of silence from my end.

I take a deep breath and start. "Why do hand seals work? Why are they called after animals? What do the seals have to do with the chakra nature they help mold?" I start and take a small breath. "Why shouldn't I use the summoning jutsu without a contract? Why is Naruto so hated?" I finish. I know the answer to the latter two questions due to my memories from my past life. However, I need an alibi to use this knowledge in this life. Danzo's eye widen for a split second. "Are you planning on becoming a Shinobi?" Danzo asks, voice even and still very cold. I look towards Hiruzen, pleading with him to help, but he just nods, expecting me to answer the man. "Yes. I don't like hurting people, so I plan on becoming a genjutsu, medic or a sealing specialist depedending on my affinity for the arts," I answer truthfully. Danzo sits quiet, unmoving.