Re; Naruto

A New Life

Naruto woke up just before dawn of April morning and started on his morning routine. After some light stretches to warm up his body, he started to train his chakra. He already set some silencing seals around his room to not disturb Minato so early. He did his push-ups on the ceiling, fighting against gravity with special weigh seals on his limbs to increase the intensity.

After months of training, his body has begun to shape up. With chakra strengthening his muscles, he could go even further than civilians at the elite level. Without it, he would have worried about breaking down his body. He had even gone to the small forest area with mountainside to train his climbing. He also familiarized his body further with his nightly free running, making sure to practice his silence and quiet steps.

The only reason Minato never noticed was because Naruto was purposefully noisy at home.

Naruto has also began training in his Taijutsu. He was tempted to train Senjutsu in the park but was worried about turning into a frog statue. Sure he knew how but his body is still unstable. The only downside of his training in Taijutsu was that he couldn't punch against anything because it will injure his fingers and Minato, the worry wart, will notice. So he has been focusing on his legs and kicks. He was acutely aware that he didn't have Kurama for instant fixes anymore so he was much more careful than he ever was in the early days of his past.

After two hours of training, the watch Minato bought for him beeped, signaling that it was time to get ready for his new school. Naruto grinned, trying to hype his old man energy back to that teenage chaos that he once embodied before the death of Jiraiya and the threat of Akatsuki hardened him until the 4th Shinobi War polished him into a true and tested soldier. He hummed some upbeat tune that he didn't know the lyrics to but the jingle was stuck in his head. Maybe it was that weekend show his kids used to watch before he became Hokage.

He came out to smell pancakes. Minato was already scarfing his breakfast down, his resumes spread out on the table as he read them critically. Naruto wasn't sure what Minato will do to keep them afloat and if it wasn't because his dad was squeaky clean, he would have been worried about the kind of things that Minato will do to keep the roof on their head and food on their table.

It was moments like this that tested Naruto's sensibility as this world's citizen. Back in the Elemental Nations, it was understandable to worry about those sorts of things. Bounty hunting was a grey and dubious area that does rake in a heft amount of cash. But it also meant sparking war with the death of the wrong person. There're also more dubious missions that rogue Shinobi will pick up like shipping illegal things across border that pay well...if you survive.

But no, Hayven Tempest is a clean man whose worst offence was speeding. The closest thing he had gotten to murder was when he attempted to gut a freshly caught fish and almost cutting his fingers instead, which threw off the knife that almost stabbed kid Naruto in the head.

Needless to say, no more fishing trip for the Tempest family since.

Naruto ate the prepared breakfast, age old habit instinctually comparing the meal with his wife's cooking, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Minato grinned, "Well, there is this dance studio a senior of mine owned that could use an extra hand. I thought about accepting his offer,"

Naruto nodded, "Okay. What's his name?"

"Tobirama Senju,"

Naruto choked, "Who?"

Minato back tracked, "Oh right. The other way around. Senju Tobirama. I met him at Harvard. We were law students before we decided that we prefer dancing over the practice,"

Naruto blinked in utter confusion. He knew that name much too well. But the very idea of the austere Nidaime Hokage in tights dancing on tip toes just doesn't compute for his poor brain. While his head was steaming, Minato managed to help him finish his breakfast and send him to school by car for the first day. Naruto compromised and decided that they must just share a name. Besides, this is not his old world. Who knew, maybe the old White Devil of Konoha actually have a passion for dancing had he been born in this world?