The old man didn’t even raise an eyebrow. He put it out of his mind by ordering the most expensive thing on the menu with every intention of making a run for it if that’s what it took to stick Danzo with the bill. Which meant the old man had picked it out deliberately for twisty Danzo-reasons that Naruto couldn’t be bothered with. It didn’t really suit Danzo’s style, but it wasn’t too irregular. The old man led him back towards a solidly middle-class district of the city and stopped at the sort of family owned joint that specialized in ‘hot and a lot’ sort of meals. Protesting would just make it worse in some horribly ironic way. Like a good student, he obediently fell into line. Had that been a joke? It’d been said so flatly he couldn’t be sure, but that was a joke, right? Naruto felt a strange chill come over him. It took Naruto a few seconds, but he finally managed to awkwardly chuckle, “Eh he he, you’re sure up early sensei?” Danzo would probably throw Kunai instead of radishes. Mainly because it was Danzo, and he was even more of a scary old person than that Grandma Ji who lorded over the corner grocer. It was like being called out by Iruka for a prank, but somehow infinitely worse. Naruto suddenly felt like he was intruding. Standing like a ghost, staring at something unseen. He came to a sudden, almost baffled stop at the edge of Team Seven's training ground. With a burst of chakra, he skipped the bridge entirely and was speeding along the path. Somehow it still didn't take long to end up at the edge of the canal, where the village park turned into training grounds. Naruto wandered without any particular direction in mind. Even though it wasn't even dawn yet, there was a certain energy to the air. On the streets below people were already setting up shops. A C-Rank.Īll at once he was back on his feet and headed out his door. Naruto leaned back against the bag and stared at the ceiling. THE BABYSITTER REWRITE FULLHe'd strapped a sealing scroll stuffed full of actual camping supplies underneath all of that. The bottom had ramen, a can of glue, a case of senbon, more ramen and a chemical flare. There was another book of tags and two thousand ryo in the left pocket. Then a waterproof tarp wrapped around that. An extra-extra change of clothes wrapped around an entire book of explosive tags in the middle. He was just going to check his pack again. The future Hokage didn't suffer from things like that. Naruto woke up at five thirty-two in the morning.
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