Shinobi Reincarnation

Chapter Eight: Transformation

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Percy Jackson
"Naruto" Normal Speeches
'Naruto' Thought
"Katon" Jutsu/Technique/Demon Talking

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As The next few days I settled into a routine that felt almost normal, if you don't count the fact that I was getting lessons from satyrs, nymphs, and a centaur.

"Aaaaaannnnd meee" Naruto was jumping around and waving his hand left and right like a monkey until one of kurama tail smacked. sending him down to the floor with an audible Crack

I chuckled mentally 'And you'

Each morning I took Ancient Greek from Annabeth, and we talked about the gods and goddesses in the
present tense, which was kind of weird.

I discovered Annabeth was right about my dyslexia: Ancient Greek wasn't that hard for me to read.

At least, no harder than English. After a couple of mornings, I could stumble through a few lines of Homer without too much headache.

'Hey Naruto, Couldn't you just......well you know make my eyes see better'

"Well....I could but that would also take away your ability to read greeks.....its probaly the best if you just stick what you have now, Learning greeks is much harder than read english"

'Oh' I shuddered at the thought, I did not look foward to learn greeks either

The rest of the day, I'd rotate through outdoor activities, looking for something I was good at.

Chiron tried to teach me archery, but we found out pretty quick I wasn't any good with a bow and arrow.

I asked naruto for help but the god vehemently refused to help cause the mere sight of the bow is enough to make him grimaced in anguish and pain at the reminder of his wife

But Chiron didn't complain, even when he had to desnag a stray arrow out of his tail.

Foot racing? No good either. The wood-nymph instructors left me in the dust. They told me not to worry about it.

They'd had centuries of practice running away from lovesick gods.

But still, it was a little humiliating to be slower than a tree.

And wrestling? Forget it. Every time I got on the mat, Clarisse would pulverize me.

"There's more where that came from, punk," she'd mumble in my ear.

"Kinky, i never thought the daughter of ares were into kinky shit" Naruto muttered as he munched an imaginary pop-corn

I merely sweatdropped 'Why didn't you help me?'

"kid, i'm not gonna help you in every battle you had, you eventually had to fend for yourself when the situation call for it"

'Make sense i guess' I scratched my cheek

The only thing I really excelled at was canoeing, and that wasn't the kind of heroic skill people expected to see from the kid who had beaten the Minotaur.