>>5785713>>5785715>>5785735>>5785741>>5785753>>5785760You briefly consider going to visit your mom. But why? What good would it seriously do for you? Spend 15 minutes walking down there just to have her look at you impassively for a second, at best.
At this point you need to just get used to living your life independently, and the academy was your one shot to make something of yourself beyond just sitting around being a nobody. So it would need to be your priority.
You set off, walking north through the woods. It was pretty safe, all things considered: The village wasn’t densely populated in your specific section, but there were plenty of genin (Low-ranked ninja) who kept the wolf population in check. The Inuzuka dog-clan guys probably wouldn’t allow it to get too out of hand either.
It only takes you 25 or so minutes until you start entering the village proper, forest and plants giving way to power lines and walled buildings. You eventually find what you’re looking for: Old guy’s house. Old guy’s house was nice because he had a shed facing towards the woods that was low enough for you to clamber on top in order to get access to the rooftops, which held several purposes for you: First, no adults that recognized you would have anything to say to you. It’s not like you were going to be assaulted if someone noticed you, but you’d rather not have your day ruined by being called the son of a traitor whore. Second, moving by rooftop was the ninja way, and good training at that. You could even see a couple now glancing at you from a good distance before going back to their business. One day you too might idly glance at some kid running around the rooftops before going back to your business. What a dream.
At first you run, imagining yourself to be some kind of ultra badass. Then eventually the town starts slowly waking up with the slowly rising sun and you decide to relax and take it easy, sure that you don’t want to be seen up here moving around like a jackass little kid playing pretend.
You take it slower, and eventually reach your destination: The academy.
You guess it would be fine to just… walk right in? After all, this was supposed to be your home away from home for the next four years, so it should definitely be fine. Definitely fine.
You walk through the door and enter. Not locked. No problem. You fish in your pocket for the slip of paper you got in the mail telling you where you were supposed to be. Year 1, class 2. Alright. You march down the halls, head swiveling around like a moron tourist. Definitely good to get that part out of the way while nobody was around. You eventually find what you’re looking for and barge in.
An incredibly intimidating looking adult ninja looks up at you from a desk arrayed in front of a multi-tiered seating system. He just stares at you.
You just stare at him.
“What do you want?” He says, breaking the silence.
>What do you want? 