Book One; Will of Fire (On Hiatus)

The Apartment and Mentor

An apartment. That was my second gift. It's a pretty good apartment too. It may be small but it has a killer view. The apartment consists of three rooms.
A bedroom, where it's close to the door. A kitchen/dining area, and it's pretty spacy. And a bathroom. It's also pretty spacy. Actually, everything is pretty spacy. I could get used to living here. There also was a little closet where I could set my seal papers.
Maybe I should try tro make some shelves? To set my jutsu scrolls?

Jisan bought it, so I didn't need to pay every month. I promised I would pay him back. He just laughed!

It took some hours to move all my things to the apartment.
Until Jiraiya comes, I'm going to rearrange this place. I dont get why Canon!Naruto didn't decorate this place...

I bought white paint, cleaning supplies, kitchen supplies, bathroom supplies, new clothes, a closet, a bed, a couple of futons if I would get guests, gardins, books, and so on. It took me 7 goddamn hours to finish buying. And surprisingly, the villagers didn't do anything. Yes, the men tried to do something, but it was the woman who helped.

Kyūbi brat or not, I think they were helping a beginner in moving. Woman instinct I think. But it didn't happen again though. Pretty sad.

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I first began to paint. I opened all the windows and started. While it dried, I sat up the kitchen things into the shelves and sat the carpet in the middle of the living/ bedroom. I then sat the kotatsu on top of the carpet, and the zabutons around it. There was no blanket on the kotatsu and no heater. It was just too expensive.

....

After I was done, I was very happy with this. It had a homely feeling all right.

My stomach growled. Ramen here I come~

I ordered a miso-ramen and ate 4 bowls of it, said goodbye and left to go sleep in the welcoming sheaths. I slept like baby.

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I opened my eyes. And abrubtly panicked. Where the hell am I? Why arent in my room in the orphanage- the memories at what happened to me came back to me. I relaxed and feel back to the bed, my back colliding with the soft orange bed with the huge Uzumaki Symbol on.

No more waking up very early to get food, or steal it. No more thin sheats, cold, dirty water.

I sighed blisfully. I still felt lonely, but, what can I do? Well-no more sulking! Time to eat!

In my own world, when I was a bit healthier, I usually watched my mother cooking. She was half-Japanese so she also made japanese culture food. It tasted soo good. So I had a pretty good idea at what I should do. And I bought some cook books to help me.

Bless the cooking books.

I made a bunch of onigiris with fillings. Tuna, tuna and mayo, salmon, meat, and tomatoes. There was five onigiris each flavor.
I would eat while doing calligraphy.

I practicised the speed to do the strokes skillfully, and how much I could write before I had to take a break from it. I dont know how much I've been at it.

A whistle came right behind me" Comfy home you've got."

I gave a loud startled shout and held my hand where my heart was countinuing to beat furiously.

"When the heck did you sneak up behind me?"

He snorted." The front door. Cute pajamas, by the way,"

I looked confusingly at my clothes before turning beat red. I still had my frog pajamas! With hat and all...

I ran to the closet, took a pair of shorts and shirt and ran to the bathroom, slamming it shut.

I came out a few minutes later with changed clothes. I changed into a pair of green knee-lenght shorts and burnt orange V-neck no sleeved shirt with the Uzumaki Symbol on the back. My hair had grown a bit and is now below my shoulders. Still hanging freely as ever.

I came into the Living/Bedroom to see Jiraiya looking at my calligraphy, while eating some of my onigiris.

I plopped next to him, taking a onigiri.
I took a bite and looked up at him.

"what do you think?"

"Surprisingly good for a four-year-old. These onigiris are not bad at all." I blushed-I wasn't used to be praised by anyone but Jiji and Teuchi. Because of fluffy being in me and all- and looked away, rubbing my neck.
"Thankyou, dattebayo," I mutured" But I meant the calligraphy."

He hummed a bit prudently. It got me to gulp uneasyly. After some excruciating seconds, he finally said.
"Passable. Pretty good at your age too, but it can be better. A lot better"

I nodded furiously. Ignoring the jab at my writing.

"Do you really want to progress with this?"

Seeing my confusion, he eleborated.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to countinue with Fūinjutsu? There is many other arts that could fit you, and be easier to understand. If you really want to countinue, then I'll teach. But. Dont think for a second that because I'm your godfather I will help you every single way possible every time. You have to figure it yourself; or you cant call yourself a ninja, yes?"

I nodded, determined. I already knew that if I couldn't figure things out myself, I couldn't be a ninja. Thats why Jiraiya didn't help Naruto with the Rasengan training, he had to figure it out.

Jiraiya's serious moment vanished completely after that." With my help, you will be the best Seal Master on earth! After me of course..hahaha!" He said arrogantly. But the way he said it got me to laugh with him.

"And I, of course, expect you to adress me accordingly,"he sniffed.

" Hai! Jiraiya-Shisou!" I shouted.

"Jiraiya-shisou, huh? I like the sound of that!" He chortled.

"Ossu!"

"Come, my little minion! With my supervision, I will guide you to be the awesomest-after me of course- ninja of all times!"

"Ossu! shisou!"