Chapter 1

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The midday sun shined down on the world from a clear, nearly cloudless sky. It was another one of the beautiful days the Land of Fire was known for. The songs of birds and the cries of cicadas could be heard flowing along with the slight breeze that flowed through the area as the critters of the forest went about facing another day of life.

As the sun rays bathed the land in its light and warmth and the sounds of nature echoed through the land, two figures walked down a dirt path between a deep forest and a gushing river.

The first was a fairly tall man, standing just over six feet tall. He had spiky white hair tied in a ponytail that trailed down to his waist and framed his face in a pair of bangs. He wore an unusual, horned forehead protector that bore the kanji for oil as opposed to the sign of his village. He wore a green kimono shirt with matching pants held by a black belt over mesh armor along with a red haori that had two yellow circles on its sides and wooden geta sandals. He had two red lines trailing down from his eyes and had the summon scroll of the toads strapped to his back. He was non other than Jiraiya of the Sannin, one of the most famous (and infamous with the ladies) shinobi in the world.

The other was a young boy who'd just reached his teens, moving to the side of the road to get a better view of the walled town in the distance, close enough that it could be seen but too far to make out any of its features. He had spiky blond hair and ocean blue eyes. He was a bit on the short side, though no one would mention it lest he go off the handle, and had lightly tanned skin and three whisker-like marks on his cheeks. The boy wore an orange tracksuit with blue shoulders and waist, a white swirl on the shoulder, large white collar and a red swirl on the back along with a forehead protector marking him as a ninja of Konoha.

This was Naruto Uzumaki, Jinchuriki of the Kyuubi and self proclaimed future Hokage.

"Where are we headed this time, Pervy Sage?" Naruto asked, looking up at his sensei. "Are we actually going here for a reason, or are you just looking to goof off some more?"

Jiraiya turned his head, casting a slightly irritated look towards his student. "How many times have I told you to stop calling me that? What's it going to take for you to show me one iota of respect?"

"For starters, you could actually teach me something." Naruto scowled, his eyes squinted like a fox's. "All you've done since we left the village is leave me on my own while you go off looking for 'research'." He said, his tone making it clear what he thought of his sensei's antics.

Jiraiya gave a bark of a laugh as a smile spread across his face and he came to a stop.

"Well if that's what's bugging you, your troubles are over. I was just thinking this is the perfect place to get started."

"Really?" Naruto said, his eyes taking on an excited gleam as his fists balled in anticipation. "You mean you're finally done being a pervert and are ready start training me?"

Despite the fact that the whole purpose of this trip was his training, they'd done nothing for the past two weeks. They'd visited two villages and one city in the Land of Fire and so far, the Sannin had left him to practice his chakra control while he went off doing god knows what. Sometimes, he said he'd needed to meet a contact, but other times the blond thought the Sannin was just peeping somewhere.

"For the last time, kid, I'm a super-pervert!" Jiraiya replied heatedly.

"Big difference." Naruto scoffed, rolling his eyes at his sensei's antics. Hooking his fingers behind the straps of his backpack, he resumed walking ahead of the Sannin, his anxious expression returning. "So, let's get this show on the road. Where are we headed?"

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