Stuck in Naruto? Um... What?

Chapter 6: Ibiki, the child abuser

"What?"

The Hokage sweatdropped and repeated his sentence.

"You will train with Ibiki."

I gaped at him as I eyed the bulky man across the room and shrank as he glared at me.

I laughed nervously, "Yeah, about that."

How do you tell someone they look like a child abuser politely? Oh, right, you can't.

Ibiki glared at me, as if daring me to go on. I gulped and shank even more.

"Uh...l-lost my train of thought," I squeaked quietly. This guy look more as if he wanted to hurt me then help me, which he was probably going to do considering the first impression I gave him. I really don't trust this guy with my training.

"Great! Your training starts immediately," exclaimed the Hokage with a closed eye smile.

"Wait, now?" I squeaked, my eyes widening.

"Yes now."

And with that I was dragged out of the Hokage's office by the back of my shirt, a look of horror still present on my face.

Why me?

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"Again," Ibiki ordered in a stern voice.

For what seemed like the hundredth time that afternoon, I repeated the hands signs for the Transformation jutsu. If you guessed that this jutsu makes you transform, congratulations, you win a cookie.

Well, an imaginary one anyway; sorry.

I had been practicing this one jutsu for four hours in the blazing sun. I was positively loving it. (If you didn't notice the intense sarcasm in this sentence, please immediately stop reading this book before I get too tempted to teleport out of it and smack you upside the head.)

I was sweating so much, it felt as if I was coated in a multiple protective layers of it. Like sweat armour... Okay that just sounds weird, ignore that last sentence.

Anyway, the Transformation jutsu wasn't the only jutsu that Ibiki made me practice. In fact, I learned the other basic ones quite quickly, it was only the Transformation jutsu that I couldn't seem to get. And Ibiki wouldn't let up on it because apparently, the Transformation jutsu is a, and I quote, "A very important jutsu that brats like you should learn to get yourselves out of the stupid situations you put yourselves into."

Let's just say training with Ibiki is a very humbling experience, or better yet, confidence degrading.

And therefore, and you see my situation, and how I was unwillingly dragged into this. Well, it's not really like I could object, I was learning the same material an academy student would learn in a few years in only one day. And I was slowly cracking under all the information.

"Again!" Ibiki repeated once more and I sighed tiredly, nevertheless I obeyed.

"Transform!" I shouted for the five millionth, four hundred thousandth, six hundredth, fifty sixth time. Okay, maybe that was a little exaggeration, but still, you've got to cut me some slack. Believe me when I tell you it feels like it was that long. (It wasn't the normal transformation jutsu, I was transforming clones of myself).

My clone came out all lumpy and deformed, wobbling around for a bit before pathetically disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

Ibiki snarled, annoyed. "You're not doing it right," he huffed.

My eye twitched. This person was really starting to get on my nerves, personal trainer or not. You know what? I was going to swipe that stupid look off of his scarred, ugly face.

With newfound determination, I redid the hand signs and shouted once more, "Transform!"

All of a sudden, three perfect clones of Ibiki stood beside me. To say Ibiki was shocked was an understatement.

"Ha! I did it you old man! How's that for-"

I didn't get to finish my sentence seeing as I was punched in the face by none other than Ibiki.

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"Note to self: do not get on Ibiki's bad side. He will punch you in the face," I muttered to myself while icing my black eye.

Curse that guy. I hate him, he's such a creep. Ah I know! I've got a new name for him.

Child abuser.

Has a nice ring to it, don't you think? I think it's very fitting.

I looked grimaced as I put a bit to much pressure on my black eye. Extremely fitting.

My apartment overlooked some of the training grounds, which was practical since I could train whenever I wanted.

I looked out the window to the training fields, when suddenly I noticed a speck of blonde out of the corner of my eye.

I turned towards the blonde speck. Wait a second... That was the same guy from class! I leaned in more so I could get a better view.

He seemed concentrated on the wooden pole he was beating up. Sweat seemed to glisten on his skin like a sheet of sparkling diamonds. I looked lower, catching sight of his bandage wrapped hands and winced. His hands were covered in blood, and whatever part wasn't soaked in blood was bruised black and blue.

Just what is he doing?

Just as I was about to close the curtains, the boy suddenly stopped, looking around in confusion before he looked up to my window and caught my gaze. My breath hitched as his eyes widened.

We had a staring contest for a couple of seconds until he finally looked away. He glanced at me once more before turning away and running off the training grounds.

I frowned as I closed the curtains.

That was odd...