Reborn!

7: Onward!

Naruto was up before sunrise the next morning, already out of the tower with a blood clone already in his place back at his room. He stepped into the shadow of a tree, flashing away soundlessly.

His destination? Suna.

Naruto was glad that he had pulled on his beige cloak before flashing into the desert at around fifty metres away from the entrance to Suna. A storm raged, the winds beating relentlessly as endless amounts of sand was churned around. Although he had a barrier, his visibility was still affected by the almost-solid plumes of sand.

Naruto sighed and forced the wind to die down within two metres of him, leaving a comfortable berth where he was able to see perfectly. He used the sand ability he received from housing a part of Shukaku's chakra to stand on a moving sand platform that glided along the desert.

Why would he do this, one may ask if they saw what he was doing. Especially considering how near he was to the entrance to Suna. The reason behind his actions...

...he was just too lazy to channel chakra to his feet to avoid sinking into the sand. There was no actual reasoning, really.

When about five metres away from the gate, Naruto allowed the winds to pick up around him, whipping his clothes about and sand glancing off his barrier harmlessly. He dropped the platform and began to walk, channelling a minuscule amount to his feet to avoid sinking too deep.

Naruto slipped through the gates, unseen by the two guards in the minimal visibility of the sandstorm. The winds covered his tracks, his entrance unknown by the shinobi.

Naruto extended his senses, allowing even the slightest flare of chakra to catch his attention as he searched for the one that belonged to Gaara. He found it easily, the one chakra signature stronger than most of the other children of the village. Gaara was alone in what seemed to be a corner of the playground. Naruto flashed straight to the location, making sure to flash to an area behind a nearby building. That was when he saw a man with shoulder-length sandy blonde hair. The man's face looked feminine like he could be a beautiful woman instead of a man.

"Are you Yashamaru, Gaara's uncle?" Naruto asked the other blond.

"Yes, did you see him? I fear that he may hurt himself, or possibly someone else!" Yashamaru said, worry lacing his voice as it took an edge of desperation.

"Your nephew's fine," Naruto reassured.

"You do not know of the burden he carries! This is not okay!" Yashamaru said, sounding frantic.

"The fact that he is a jinchūriki is common knowledge. However, I mean it when I say that he is fine. What I would like to ask is: What happened on the day he was born? Did his mother love him?" Naruto asked after reassuring the man.

"On what terms should I tell you of such classified information?" Yashamaru asked cautiously.

"Do you not want your nephew to have a friend to rely on if you perish seeing as you accepted Rasa's mission? Without anyone he could trust, he would most likely turn out to be cold and heartless. Moreover, with the people targeting him, he is even more likely to fall into bloodthirst. He may even make killing people his sole mission in life," Naruto's words made Yashamaru gasp.

"If you care for your nephew as a person, I believe you should cooperate," Naruto continued.

"I understand so far. However, how does all that tie in with the information you request? If you wish to become the companion of Gaara-sama, why would you need the details pertaining to his birth?" Yashamaru questioned, his expression guarded.

"I may need it. If you die, he may ask about it. It will be best that he learned the truth," Naruto replied simply.

"I see..." Yashamaru muttered.