KONOHAMARU SHIPPUDEN

A young kid, his monkey features slightly pronounced, performing acrobatic flips and dodges in a lush training area. Despite his youth, his movements are unusually fluid and skilled. His private teacher, Ebesu, watches him, a mix of pride.

Someone might think it's crazy, a five-year-old kid training like this. But my body's not normal. My physical abilities are way beyond what's human in this world's capabilities.

Konohamaru finishes a particularly impressive backflip and lands gracefully next to his teacher, with a mischievous grin.

"Konohamaru, you've grown strong. You could pass as a Chunin with that strength of yours It makes me proud as your teacher" Ebisu sensei said with pride on he's face. "But remember, strength is not just about the body."

I grin, "I bet I could take on a tokubetsu jonin in hand-to-hand combat!".

Sensei Ebisu chuckles, shaking his head.

"Don't let your ego cloud your judgment, young konohamaru."

TRAINING GROUND - LATE AFTERNOON

Ebisu sits down beside Konohamaru, who's now clearly tired from the day's "training".

"You know, Konohamaru, balance is key. Even ninjas need time to relax. But remember, your strength and your skills are a gift. Use them wisely".

Konohamaru Grinning "Does that mean I can skip training tomorrow?"

Ebisu sensei (Laughs)"Absolutely not. But maybe, we can include a little fun into your training. How about teaching me that monkey move you did earlier?"

Konohamaru who was now tired from all the training lit up and said" tomorrow sensei, but I don't think you can do it like I do Sensei, you see you need this" As konohamaru shows him he's tail. "to moves like I do"

"It won't hurt to try" Ebisu responded.

"Alright bit"I said as we finished our last physical training."from tomorrow onwards I'll be the sensei and I want my student to follow my instructions"

"Aye Sensei" Ebisu humoring Konohamaru Jokes and antics. And that was the end of their training conclude.

After the massacre of the Uchiha clan, life seemed to settle back into what one might call 'normalcy'.. Day by day, as a kid with no responsibility, I focused on training and learning, honing my skills.

As I said, my body isn't normal. My physics are above human capabilities. And my parents and all of the Sarutobi clan know it too. So they agreed to let me train my body at an early age.

So, I train to my heart's content with no restrictions. Time passes, and now I'm five years old, which means I'm now allowed to explore the village by myself.

Anyways, it wasn't all positive for all these years. As you can see, I developed some bad habits. With so much being granted to me day by day, I became somewhat lazy at times. While other characters burst with ambition, pursuing strength to a maximum effort, to become the top of the food chains, I often found myself lounging in the local ramen shop, watching the colorful street, rather than training to enhance my skills.

I can't really fault myself. This new world I'm in is very distracting in a good way. Everything is in anime animation style each movement, each scene felt like a frame from the most elaborate anime ever produced., like a studio with all of the best animators, music, and voice actors combined with a budget of quadrillion dollars.

The first thing that hit me wasn't the visual spectacle, but the sensation of being part of this vibrant, hyper-realistic universe. I just want to sit still and enjoy everything and "take it slow for a bit," I told myself, as I slurped down a bowl of steaming noodles. The world was merry around me, and I felt strangely at peace with my decision. After all, I deserved a break. Right?

'Anyways where is naruto, he should be here as this is he's favorite place to eat or more on the only place he is welcome with open arms' I thought to myself.

"Welcome!" Teuchi, the owner, greeted a newcomer with a broad, infectious smile. His daughter, Ayame, was already preparing a bowl. The noodles were a sight to behold, slithering into the broth with a steamy dance. I slurped down the noodles, the broth rich and savory, a stark contrast to the tasteless meals I was accustomed to back home. The world was merry around me. Ninja and civilians alike shared tales of their days, their lives interwoven in ways that seemed so simple yet profound.

After finishing my bowl, I leaned back, savoring the moment, the peace. I had no urgent meetings, no deadlines, just the freedom to observe and exist. My thoughts drifted to the life I had left behind – a life of rush and routine. Here, everything was vibrant, alive, and real in a way that my previous life hadn't been.

I stood up, thanked Teuchi for the meal, and stepped out into the bustling streets of Konoha. I wandered aimlessly, my eyes catching on the Hokage Monument, the faces of the past leaders etched in stone, watching over the village.

I walked back towards the village center, my path taking me by the Hokage's office. The window was lit, casting a warm glow against the darkened streets of Konoha. Inside, I could see Gramps at his desk, likely working late into the night. The sight of him, hunched over scrolls and documents, was both familiar and reassuring.

"Hello there, Grampa. I see you're working harder than ever," I greeted with a relaxed attitude, peering through the window.

Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi, my grandfather, stopped what he was doing, his eyes lifting from the paperwork to find me outside. A warm expression spread across his face, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening as he smiled. "Isn't it my grandson, Konohamaru. How's your training going with your sensei Ebisu? I hope you didn't give him a hard time."

"Same as always, Gramps," I responded with a chuckle, not even bothering to comment on the latter part.

"Come in" he beckoned, standing to open the window. I leaped up, the soft padding of my feet landing silently on the office floor. The room smelled of old parchment and ink.

Gramps sat back down, gesturing for me to take a seat. "Tell me, Konohamaru, how are you managing with your new abilities? A unknown Kekkei Genkai isn't something to take lightly."

I leaned back in the chair, stretching my legs out."It's tough, but exciting. You know, Gramps, it feels like the power of a thousand monkeys runs through my veins." I grinned, thinking about the playful yet potent energy that seemed to surge within me

Hiruzen chuckle, a deep, hearty sound that echoed slightly in the quiet office. "That's quite the way to put it." "Konohamaru," Gramps began, his tone turning serious, "the path of a shinobi isn't just about gaining strength. It's about protecting your comrades, your village, and upholding the Will of Fire."

"I know, I know, I heard that a thousand times" I said with comical expression.

The room fell silent for a moment, the only sound the soft rustle of paper as a breeze gently nudged the documents on his desk.

"I promise, I'll keep that in mind," I said, my voice now more subdued. He smiled, then glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's getting late. You should head home. I'll be here, keeping watch over our village."

"Thanks, Gramps." I moved to the window, ready to leap back into the night. Before I left, I turned back, "And Gramps?"

"Yes, Konohamaru?"

"I'll make you proud. As a ninja, or whatever I end up doing."

Hiruzen's smile widened. "I have no doubt about that, my grandson. Now go, rest, and keep training."

With a salute, I jumped out the window.