Daughter of Coldest Spirit and The Whirlpool Snowflake Princess?

Chapter One

Chapter - A Fate Meeting & New Feeling & New Something

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A small, 11 year old child dressed in an orange baggy jumpsuit was walking slowly along the road, kicking some stray rocks with her feet along the way. The child had long spiky yellow sun-kissed hair tied in a messy bun at the base of her neck, making her spiky locks frame her face, hiding the loose knot at the back. Her blonde bangs were shadowing her face, outlining the three whisker like marks on her rosy cheeks. She also had bright cerulean eyes that were sparkling with angry tears. She was walking with her hands in pockets, a frown plastered on her scarred face.

Uzumaki Naru, one who vowed never to cry was crying, because she failed the stupid academy test again. Ever year they put the stupid bunshin no jutsu, which was her worst. No matter how much she tried it, it never worked, never! She always passed the written exam, it was never the best, but she scraped enough points to pass, same went for the practical, she didn't have a taijutsu style like her classmates Sasuke, Shino, Kiba, but she was fast and she went around the attacks, dodging them and giving unexpected blows. It worked on everyone except Kiba and Sasuke. Both of them were too good with taijutsu and they were faster then her. Uzumaki Naru was a complete tomboy, she always got in fights, mainly with Uchiha, she dressed like a boy, loved orange, 'cos it was the best color, 'ttebayo! She never cared for her looks, mascara, hair, like a certain pinkette and blonde who swooned over the 'last Uchiha'. Honestly, she didn't even know what they saw in him, he was just a stuck up prick with a huge ego, nothing more. But noooo, all the girls in their year saw him as some kind of a hero, pfff….

Well, no all, she had to hand it to her, the shy Hyuuga girl wasn't like that, but still, she needed a huge boost of confidence for sure. And there was her of course. The rest were all part of the huge 'Sasuke' fanclub, the leaders being Ino and Sakura.

Currently she was passing by one of the training grounds. They were for ninja who had graduated, not for academy students, it was forbidden to enter there but when had that ever stopped her? So cleaning her tears away with the back of her neon orange sleeve, the young girl marched to the training grounds, intending to do some training and improve her lame bunshin.

The training ground she had stumbled across was no 7. She liked that number, it brought a strange feeling of being complete to her. When she walked absently through the trees, she saw something black up ahead. Curiosity taking over, she went fro a closer look. It was a memorial stone with various names carved on it.

She knew that she wasn't the sharpest kunai in the ponch, but even she knew that these were the names of the ones gone MIA or those who died in action, in other words, heroes. To her that's what they were, true heroes, those who died protecting the leaf. She would protect it with her life too, she knew that.

Her eyes searched the carved names, until she focused on one.

Minato Namikaze

The fourth hokage, her idol. He died a hero's death, saving the village from the nine tailed demon fox. He was everything she wanted to achieve, and she was going to surpass him, dattebayo! She was going to be a hokage, the best of them all! But then she remembered why she came to the training grounds in the first place, oh yeah, the stupid bunshin! Realization hit her with a bang…none of the hokages failed graduation twice, and certainly none of them had trouble with a simple clone jutsu! Maybe she just plain sucked? No, hell no! She was going to prove to them all what Uzumaki Naru was made of, dattebayo!