2 Let’s Keep it Professional

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My way to the academy was uneventful. I hated negative attention, but I couldn't be bothered by the stares I got from the villagers. Sarutobi could glorify their importance as much as he would, but I would never view them as important. Scratch that, I didn't think anyone other than myself was important. Therefore, I didn't register their glare.

Anyway, the village was a sight to behold. I liked the perfect mix between the traditional and modern styles. I had seen it in my memory and knew every corner of this place, but I still felt the need to explore it. Seeing it yourself and recollecting it was different, after all.

Eventually, I reached the academy. I encountered parents who were picking up their children from the academy. They glared at me and distanced their children away from me. It was hilarious. They should have been the ones to distance themselves from their children. What kind of parents encourage their children to be killers?

Well, I wouldn't preach that. This world had a different set of morals. Killing was the way of life here. That was why I wondered why they acted mighty with the blood coloring their hands.

"Naruto! Where have you been!?"

A familiar voice grated my ear, causing me to look at its source. It belonged to no other than Umino Iruka. He looked at me with a scowl and I merely nodded at him. Silent treatment was the best action to take in dealing with such a loud person. Alas, before I could resume my walk, a hand stopped me in my tracks.

"Hold on, young man. Where is your Hitai-ate?"

"In my pocket. Now, can you not impede me on my way to class?"

"Impede? You are the one being late! Wait, how do you even know…"

I tuned Iruka as I walked away. Thankfully, he didn't go after me. Though, his words made me wonder. From my memory, Naruto didn't know a lot of complicated words. I shouldn't have been able to use complicated words, but I just needed to think about the word in my native language and I could speak it in Naruto.

When I arrived at the class, everyone looked at me weirdly. They were probably wondering why I was there. News flash; I didn't give a fuck. I walked to the bench in the back of the class, ignoring the stares and the black-haired Jōnin, who I assumed to be Yūhi Kurenai. I sat on the empty seat near the resident emo, Uchiha Sasuke.

The guy was curiously looking at me. I met his gaze for a moment before turning my attention back to the front. He was uninteresting. He was better than the rest of the kids, though. He was quiet, after all.

A disorienting feeling assaulted me, causing me to close my eyes. I received the memory of my clones who had just finished their task. They had used my bargaining skills well, getting more than the money could buy. One of them also bought some hair-cutting equipment. I didn't tell them that, but they seemed to know what I thought: my haircut sucked.

Why couldn't I just go to the barber? My haircut came into existence for a reason.

Knowing that Kakashi would come late, I decided to meditate. I could keep my mind calm without meditating, but I struggled with controlling my Chakra. If my knowledge didn't lie, meditation would help me get in tune with my Chakra. Thankfully, it worked.

My Chakra was massive. I couldn't yet gauge the Chakra of the people in my surroundings, but given my knowledge and the sheer size of the ball of light in my body, I was sure that was undisputed. After getting comfortable with the feeling, I tried to move the Chakra. It was already flowing in my meridian, but I wanted to draw more.

The sensation was addicting. I might never stop using Chakra. I reveled in the sensation, forgetting my surroundings. It was good that Kakashi wouldn't come in another two hours.

Bonk!

"Oy, our Jōnin Sensei is here. Wake up, stupid!"

Unfortunately, a stupid creature decided to ruin my fun. The hit wasn't hurt, but I still opened my eyes furiously. Standing up to my full height, which wasn't much at the moment, I harshly glared at the pink-haired yapping scallop beside me. Her body stiffened and her eyes widened in terror. She should be. I would have ended her pitiful existence if she wasn't a kid.

"Keep your hands to yourself, woman," I spat contemptuously.

"Wow."

The comment from the other occupant of the room made me turn my eyes to him. It was the infamous Sharingan wielder, Hatake Kakashi.

"I don't like any of you, but you may have interested me a little, kid."

"Pedophilia is a crime."

"Hoh? Feisty, aren't you?" His mask hid his mouth well, but I could tell he was smirking. "Meet me at the rooftop."

Swish!

As the emo kid and the pink-haired creature looked at the swirling leaves Kakashi had left behind in astonishment, I went to the window and climbed the building. It was faster to get to the rooftop that way. I hadn't learned any surface walking exercise yet, but my parkour skills and enhanced body made it an easy task.

"Aren't you quick?" Kakashi remarked as he looked at me.

I said nothing and merely sat on the floor. I began meditating. The feeling returned. Unfortunately, when I was about to force more Chakra to flow into my meridian, someone hit my head, a lot softer this time.

Opening my eyes, I was greeted by Kakashi's face a few inches before me. "It is time for you to introduce yourself, big guy."

"Uzumaki Naruto," I said calmly, not minding his oddly intimidating stare. "I like what I don't hate and dislike what I hate. As for my goal, I want to be untouchable."

"That doesn't explain anything!" the pink-haired creature bellowed.

"You can learn more about me during our partnership. Let's keep it professional for the time being."

As the pink-haired creature gawked, Kakashi pulled his head back. "Excellent answer."

"How is that excellent? He barely said anything!"

"Anyway, meet me at the Third Training Ground at 8 tomorrow morning. Don't have breakfast! Bye!"

Without waiting for a response, Kakashi disappeared in a swirl of leaves. I stood up and walked to the handrail as the pink-haired creature bugged the emo kid. When they noticed me, I jumped over the handrail, gliding down the building. It was fun.

Ignoring the look, I sprinted to the Hokage Tower like a proper Ninja. I used to cringe whenever I recalled myself Ninja-running in the past and even swore to never do it, but doing it now made me feel cool. I was fast. Way faster than Usain Bolt. I couldn't help but get excited when I thought about how fast I would be after I mastered my Chakra.

Before long, I stood in front of the Hokage's office. The Secretary wasn't amiable, but she didn't brush me off. She properly told Sarutobi that I was going to see him. The door opened not long after.

The wizened Hokage stared at me in intrigue while inhaling his pipe. I strode into the room confidently, duly noting the gaze pinned on my back. The Anbu was in the room, but I couldn't tell where they were. I didn't even try to sense their Chakra as I couldn't do that.

Thud.

As the door closed, Sarutobi asked, "What brings you here today, Naruto-kun?"

"I am here to ask for a favor, Sarutobi-san."

Clack!

I blinked when the old man dropped his pipe. The shock was evident in his eyes, but that was not important.

"Given my importance as a Jinchūriki, I believe asking for a few books regarding matters I am interested in is not a problem, am I wrong?"

"… correct." Sarutobi straightened himself once he regained his composure. "What kind of book are you interested in?"

"Chakra theory, Chakra control, exercise, introduction to Fūinjutsu, theory of Fūinjutsu, and scrolls of Jutsu available for Genin."

"Who are you, young man?"

A burst of killing intent assaulted me. It was uncomfortable enough to make me blink. It didn't intimidate me, though. I had faced and experienced death. Anything related to death felt like home to me.

"Uzumaki Naruto, a scorned orphan who was sacrificed to be a Jinchūriki upon his birth."

"Did Mizuki tell you that?" Sarutobi asked with a heavy frown.

"Cognitive deduction. Thirteen years is long enough to pick up things from the surroundings."

"You are more than a Jinchūriki, Naruto-kun. Don't look down on yourself."

Sarutobi's visage softened as a bitter smile decorated his face. The killing intent he sent to bug me disappeared as if it had never been there before.

"I don't look down on myself. I just told you what the villagers think of me," I corrected. "I am happy about myself, though, not my state. As such, I need the resources."

Sarutobi's inquiring look made me remember that Konoha had the T&I Division. Well, I wasn't worried since I was sure they wouldn't be so foolish to torture or even dive into my mind.