The Blind Prodigy - A Naruto Fan Fiction

Chapter 4: Kakashi Who?

(A/N): Sorry for taking so long but thanks to FoxesAreMyLife for helping me with the title, go check them out and follow them, anyway onto the story...

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"Naruto!"-speech

'Naruto!'-thought

'Naruto!'-bijuu talking

'Naruto!'-talking to bijuu

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{Previously}

"Thank you Jiji." Before glomping the old man. After a minute or two Naruto left using a new and improved version of his father's teleportation jutsu, the Flying Thunder God technique, better known as the Hiraishin no jutsu. But instead of the original yellow flash that would accompany the jutsu, it was now a bright sky blue, another reason why his ANBU moniker was the blue-eyed fox.

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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The day after the exams *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Naruto woke the next morning with tear tracks down his cheeks and a horrendous headache, suddenly the memories from last night returned. A sad smile made its way to his face as he thought of his deceased parents.

Glancing at his alarm clock for the first time that morning, he realised he was 10 minutes late for the team assignments. A booming chortle was heard from seemingly nowhere, as the Kyuubi laughed at Naruto's misfortune, ignoring the obnoxious beast, he continued to raid his closet for the only clothing he has...the orange jumpsuit.

He was in such a rush that he was wrapping his wrists with bandages while running to the academy, he used bandages in order to hide the conveniently placed storage seals, where he keeps things like medical equipment, weapons, and anything of personal value.

As soon as he reached his destination he made sure his 'mask' and genjutsu were in place before walking towards his classroom with, once again, a huge grin on his face. He was so busy making sure he kept up appearances, that he didn't realise he had left his hitai-ate in his kunai pouch, which he, thankfully, had remembered to place on his waist.

Bursting into the classroom, Naruto expected to be screamed at by an aggravated Iruka for being late once again. Luckily, said chunin hadn't arrived yet, so he had a minute or two to spare.

Hearing approaching footsteps from the left, Naruto recognised the chakra as Kiba Inuzuka, an obnoxious 'dog boy' who seemed to always wear a parka coat, even though Konoha is one of the hottest hidden villages.

"Why are you here, only graduates with a hitai-ate can be here." Akamaru, Kiba's (currently small, but is gonna be so unbelievably huge in the future) nin-dog yipped in agreement from atop the Inuzuka's head as usual.

Back on track, after realising that he isn't wearing his hitai-ate, the blond reached back into his kunai pouch and pulled out a slightly battered yet shiny metal plate, attached to a strip of cloth with a few tears that were barely noticeable.

To others, it may just seem like an old headband, but to Naruto, it one of the few pieces of his father he had left. Traditionally, hitai-ate were worn on your forehead but instead, he tied it loosely around his neck.

Most of the newly graduated genin thought he had been given an old and broken hitai-ate, almost as if to symbolise his uselessness and stupidity as the dead-last. Whereas someone like Shikamaru who was both smart and understood Naruto could see how gentle he was when holding said item,