~Aimi's POV~
I woke up, got out of bed and did my morning routine, though something feels a bit... weird. I walked downstairs to see mom making breakfast but dad wasn't around.
"Kushina-san, where's Minato-san?" I asked, tilting my head curiously.
"He's training with his team." Mom said. "Here you go." She smiled.
"Arigato." I said and sat down.
"*yawn* good morning." I looked up and saw Naruto-nii entering the dining room.
"Morning nii-san." I greeted.
"Good morning Naruto." Mom smiled.
I saw that Naruto-nii was barely holding back tears, I mean, hey, I was to cause it's not everyday your "dead" mother makes you breakfast or is actually there to greet you when you wake up. When we finished having breakfast, mom spoke.
"I should make lunch for Minato and his team." She said happily and started cooking.
"Can I help?" I asked hopefully.
"Sure!"
"Yay!" I cheered and got to work.
When we finished making lunch for dad and his team, I saw Naruto spacing out on the couch. 'Probably talking to Kurama.' I thought. A while later we went to the training grounds and saw dad and his team, they had just finished training.
~third person POV~
Everyone started eating and Aimi saw Kushina beam with happiness when Rin said that she loved her cooking, she smiled. Unknown to her, the young Hatake was silently studying her. Aimi took a few steps back and grab one of the kunais that was on the ground since the training, making Kakashi become a bit alarmed. She then started walking away without anyone knowing, Kakashi followed her.
Aimi reached a small clearing that was a bit far away from the others and started to try and focus her chakra. 'If I want to get my strength back, I have to train and get back my chakra control.' She thought and ran towards the tree, focusing her chakra to her feet.
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A Trip To The Past
FanfictionThe fourth shinobi world war is over, but at what cause? everyone is dead except me and nii-san, we can't bring our friends back. Red is the only color we can see and I don't like it one bit, even though it's ironic that it's the color of my hair. D...