Sword of God -- A Naruto Fanfiction

| 3 | Team; Dysfunctional or Potential?

Naruto and the Hokage sit down, facing each other at opposite sides of the latter's desk.

"What can you tell me about that night?" Said Hokage asks, a mask of seriousness engulfing a voice of concern.

This is no time for games. A traitor could have stolen the village's most coveted techniques, and by a miracle, it hadn't.

"Mizuki betrayed the village," Naruto answers, his voice dulled to the point of apathetic. It sounds dead, devoid of all emotion and features. Even his verbal tic (which I as the author will not write. Just imagine it being there at the end of most sentences that Naruto says with an exclamation mark.) had all but disappeared.

"And?" Hiruzen presses, waves of guilt encompassing his conscience. But he holds on. Village first. That is what he had sworn as his oath.

"He said something about Orochimaru," Naruto answers. Seeing his grandfather figure's face turn pale, he inquires further. "Who is that?"

"An S-class missing-nin of Konohagakure," Hiruzen answers in a hard tone.

"And?" Naruto persists, thus reversing the previous roles of interrogator and suspect.

"He used to be my student."

"Oh, okay," Naruto lamely responds, his tone back to the one devoid of any emotion whatsoever.

Seeing this, Hiruzen begins to console Naruto on having his first kill...

Knowing full well that the boy is listening attentively, Hiruzen spits it all out in one short lecture.

"The first kill is always the hardest." He pauses for emphasis. "But know this. It was either him or you, and I would rather Mizuki die than you."

He ruffles Naruto's red hair, thus messing it up as said boy swats his hand away. Hiruzen smiles. At least he is responsive, he thinks.

"Such is the life of a shinobi."

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"Where is our sensei? He should be here by now!" Sakura screeches, storming around the scene as she furiously rages in a temper.

Sasuke broods in a corner, simply staring off into space.

And finally, Naruto. He sits facing the door, the grin that many had come to associate with his pranks being sported on his face.

The door swings open, and a man steps through the doorway.

He has silver hair that seems to defy gravity, standing up with the lack of an adhesive substance such as a gel.

His eyes are heavy-lidded, or rather, eye. His other is covered by his Konoha forehead protector.

Additionally, his mouth is obscured with a face mask, immediately catching the attention of Sakura. Does he have buckteeth?!

He wears a standard Konoha flak jacket.

Immediately, he gets the treatment. A consequence of his lateness.

Kunai whiz through the air on a collision course towards him as he steps through the door, the jonin tripping over a strand of shinobi wire to narrowly dodge the barrage, which extracts a chunk of his hair.

Naruto stands from his sitting position, facing Kakashi with a cold, hard stare.

Despite this, however, Kakashi glimpses a multitude of emotions.

Recognition, a shocking warmth.

Apathy, a stoic void in the depths of the ocean.

But above all, fear. Where apathy had manifested in a lack of warmth or cold, fear materialises as a freezing tendril. Something that corrupts even the purest of humans.