Well, I redid the first scene and wrote part of a second based off Kuro's idea. Any feedback, good or bad is appreciated.
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It is a typical summer’s day in Mahora. The students that didn’t go home for the summer spent time with their friends, chatting as they tour the districts of Mahora. The sun casts its warming rays over the academy grounds. Clouds of cotton roll across the blue sky, aimlessly drifting where the wind happens takes them. Birds chirp, dancing along the sky in rhythm with their song. A small army of identical orange wearing blonds pummel each other in a free for all to the last man standing.
All is right in Mahora.
Hands tucked into his pockets, Takahata T. Takamichi strolls through a heavily forested area on the outskirts of the school district, smoke drifting from the cigar hanging lazily between his lips. Beige suit. White hair and stubble. The sound of flesh hitting flesh reaches his ears and he steps into a large clearing.
“Take this!â€
“Orah!â€
“Stop ganging up on me!â€
Had he not already seen it many times before, the bespectacled teacher would have been stunned. Hundreds of blond boy’s, all identical copies engaged in what appears to be a free-for-all slugfest. A single solid blow dispels the copies, causing them to disperse into smoke while the rest of them continue to fight. It is almost impressive. A few weeks ago the sight in front of him appeared to be nothing more than a brawl, the copies haphazardly punching and kicking at each other. Now they had some semblance of form. Of technique. Their movements sharp, carrying the force of proper blows behind them.
“Yo, Takamichi.â€
He sits cross-legged at the base of a tree. The mage never would have noticed him had the man not spoken up. Dressed in a leaf green male kimono and a red vest, the enormous man with ridiculously long, spiky white hair tied into a ponytail gives him a lazy wave.
“Jiraiya-san.†Takamichi greets in turn. "The dean says he has no problem with the way you plan on repaying the money he loaned you... even though he never asked you to repay it in the first place. I feel I must ask why you decided to repay your debts this way instead of just using the money from your books."
An indifferent shrug answers the man's disapproving frown.
“It’s the only way to get the kid to stay here while I search for a way home. If I took him with me, everyone and everything would hear and see us from a mile away."
A snort. Takamichi wouldn’t doubt it. He liked the boy in a ‘bratty younger brother’ sort of way but Naruto has a way of getting on the nerves of anyone around him. Even him.
Especially with his stupid nicknames.
"This way is better." Jiraiya says, the two of them watching as the hoard of identical orange clad blonds dwindle down to a mere three. The real one is obvious, as unlike his clones, he didn't disappear after getting hit.
"The dean won’t work him too hard and I’ll be able to pay off the rest of our ‘debt’ once I find something that'll take us back. Besides, the boy needs to take a break. I've been pushing him harder than I thought possible these past two months. Honestly I expected him to drop from exhaustion a week ago.“
A battle cry erupts across the clearing and the utterly battered orange clad boy and his two clone charge, fists cocked back. The resulting triple cross counter causes both adults to wince as the clones disappear into clouds of smoke and Naruto falls to the ground.
The two adults say nothing as silence echoes in the clearing. In the end, it is Takamichi who breaks the silence.
"So whose going to tell him that you basically sold him to the dean as an indentured servant?"
"Tell him? I was planning on leaving a note after I left."
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"WHAT?! You no-good, perverted, shitty, old sack of-"
The cry of disbelief seems to echo in the dean's office, followed by a string of curses that no boy Naruto's age had the right to know.
Takamichi looks away with a sweat drop, one arm holding the collar of the flailing Naruto, stopping the boy from his attempts to inflict grievous bodily injury to his sensei.
"It's not that bad brat!" Jiraiya holds his hands up, a mocking grin playing across his lips. "Just think of it as a really long series of D-
ranked missions where you don't get paid!"
"%@#$!!!!"
The boy stops, body going limp as his hair casts an ominous shadow over his eyes. The three adults in the room look at each other in worry. A ripping sound is followed by an animalistic roar, Naruto tackling Jiraiya through the wall, his eyes flashing red. Takamichi looks, slowly, from the torn piece of the back of Naruto’s orange jacket to the hole in the dean’s office before sighing and bringing his other hand out of his pocket to rest firmly on his face.
“Hohoho, quite energetic aren’t they?â€
“Sometimes it’s like watching an older Jack mentoring a younger Nagi. Though, thankfully, less destructive.â€
“Less destructive?â€
“If a situation like that were to actually occur, Mahora wouldn’t still be here.â€
Takamichi, without removing his palm, steps to the side, just in time for a green and white blur to clash into the book shelf. Snarling, Naruto appears, a spiraling orange orb of destruction held in his right hand. He lunges at Jiraiya only for the man to twist, grabbing Naruto’s wrist and forcing the orb into the wall. The orb of death blasts through the reinforced wood like wet paper. Naruto claws at Jiraiya, and the man kicks his apprentice through the newly formed hole, quickly following after.
“Shouldn’t we… I don’t know… stop them before someone hears or sees them?â€
“I figured Naruto-kun would have a reaction like this, Takamichi-kun. The buildings already been evacuate and seals placed.â€
“UZUMAKI NARUTO RENDAN!â€
The ceiling explodes inward, Jiraiya falling through and crashing onto the table. Eyes widen moments before an orange meteor crashes into him, forcing both into the floors below. Takamichi looks down the hole for almost a minute as the sounds of Naruto and Jiraiya fighting shake the building. Another sigh.
“I need a smoke.â€
