Tomorrow's Heroes [Naruto]

Chapter One The Final Exam

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto it's belongs to Masashi Kishimoto

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Chapter One

The Final Exam

||Kushina||

It was so closed to me, I could almost taste it. My dreams just a few metres away.

Sunlight seeping throw the stained windows bounced off the polish metal plats resting on strips of blue fabric. The leaf symbol was carved so delicately into each of the forehead protectors that were piled up on the table.

To others it might seem that these simple headbands were just a way to tell Shinobi of different nations apart but for me they were my future. They were my chance to prove my worth and show the world what I had to offer and I was willing to give everything I've got to achieve that.

Every academy student that had spent the last three years learning the basics of the Shinobi way lined up side by side in a large empty room somewhere in the academy I had never seen before. We were all so young and inexperienced but each of us were ready to be Shinobi. We were waiting for our chance to show of we what had learned. I laid somewhere in the middle of the massive line but I didn't like being so far from the front, I had the attention span of a goldfish and I wasn't to keen on waiting.

Speaking of which, it seems like we had been waiting forever for the final exam to start and everyone had grown impatient and noisy so it was a relief when Manabu-Sensai, a tall and serious man finally entered into the large room.

As soon as everyone saw him they went silent and waited for him to start the test. He kept a straight face and said nothing until he reached the desk with our awaiting headbands. He stood firmly, his arms crossed over his chest and eyed everyone one of us in way that seemed like he was judging us and I felt everyone around me tense up. I wasn't tense though. I knew I had what it takes to pass this test and become an Shinobi. I wasn't scared at all at thought of failing unlike I wimping brother.

Jiraiya stood beside me with the most worrying look on his face. I rolled my eyes. I wish I could tell him for once to stop worrying about everything but it wouldn't change anything. He was who he was and no amount of encouragement was going to change that.

I knew Jiraiya like the back of my own hand and him the same about me but I guess thats what you should expect from twins. Being twins we looked a lot like each other but our personalities couldn't be anymore different. We both had golden hair, mine pulled back and his spike like our fathers and neither of us cared much about fashion. We had inherited the Byakugan from our mother but we both weren't any good at using it but other then that we were polar opposites. Jiraiya wasn't the most outspoken person out there but I know from experience that he is rather smart. He's always been the shy kid in background much like our mother but I'm sure if he wanted to he could kick your ass ten times over. He didn't speak much and he'd rather sit back and watch things unfold from the sidelines but that's where his strengths are. It's scary how much information he can gather just by being there and half the time it's like he not even there but he didn't think much of himself and he was constantly apologising for everything he did even if he hadn't done anything wrong and he worried about everything. I on the other hand apparently can be one of the most loudest and hyperactive people you could meet and I will admit I hated to be wrong. I wanted to be the best and people said I always go to far and never think things throw but thinking out well planed plans were never my thing. We were the same but different but we would do anything for each other.