I can't believe this is my fourth story! Anyway, this is a story about a young genin and his evolution as a shinobi.
Three boys were in the forest. Two looked about 11, and the other around 15. One wore a jacket, filled with wooden kunai and shuriken in the pockets. The other 11 year old wore a basic t-shirt with the Leaf Village symbol on the back. The 15 year old wore a standard Jonin's vest. The Jonin was training the young children when a lady's voice erupted from the house near them, saying "Kanato, Rigue, it's almost time for dinner! And Adso, go check and see if anyones lurking about. I want this to be a safe Uzumaki feast!" The young boys, who were apparently Kanato and Rigue, walked toward the house, and Adso went off into the forest.
It had been thirty minutes since dinner had started, and there had been no sign of Adso. Then the door swung open, revealing Adso, bloody and unconscious, being carried by two fellow shinobi.
Three boys were in the forest. Two looked about 11, and the other around 15. One wore a jacket, filled with wooden kunai and shuriken in the pockets. The other 11 year old wore a basic t-shirt with the Leaf Village symbol on the back. The 15 year old wore a standard Jonin's vest. The Jonin was training the young children when a lady's voice erupted from the house near them, saying "Kanato, Rigue, it's almost time for dinner! And Adso, go check and see if anyones lurking about. I want this to be a safe Uzumaki feast!" The young boys, who were apparently Kanato and Rigue, walked toward the house, and Adso went off into the forest.
It had been thirty minutes since dinner had started, and there had been no sign of Adso. Then the door swung open, revealing Adso, bloody and unconscious, being carried by two fellow shinobi.