The rhythm of the music comes out of the earphones.
BOOM CHK CLACK!
Volume is about fifty percent,
Elevating the boy's mood, up figuratively. He enjoys the music that enters his eardrums. Rhythmic Jazz mixed with Rap, integrated harmoniously, according to him. "Oh yeah!" He said while shaking his body. Several hours had passed since the boy walked while writing the lyrics that crossed his mind. He walking on the path in the middle of the great forest of the Land of Fire. Think of some of the possibilities that could happen. Getting robbed or worse, that's a pretty realistic thing to think about,
But again.
The name of the boy is the name given by his Mother.
Uzumaki Arato.
-He stopped in his tracks, then, took off the white mask over his face. Slowly, while looking at the clustered white clouds. The sky is clear, looks like a natural painting, Woah! Arato was amazed. His two pupils shone, reflecting the light of the sky that entered his vision. Like a bubble made of water, shining like a pearl. Make him feel, nostalgic for that natural sensation firsthand.
And.
That day feel, like a very quiet day, quite boring, and that's what he thought when he saw the bright morning atmosphere. The sky stretches like a boundless sea, a true morning, just like an ordinary day, in general. Arato scratched his hair with a pen.
But,
It was no ordinary morning for Uzumaki Arato. He turned his head, and heard something, the sound of the bushes! Around him rang. Indicates life in the midst of the vast forest of the Land of Fire. The sound of birds, the gust of wind, and the leaves of the bushes moved as if they were following the rhythm of the music that was playing. "It's been quite a while." Arato smiled broadly, then resumed walking, leaving his thoughts in the back of his head.
He writes all down, inspiration, someone scoffs. again? He continued. "Umm." Arato ignored those words as he thought, Today, "The sky's color like water. Yo!" He rhymes. Write down the stanzas word for word that he feels. Drop all feelings with pen ink into a white book that looks like a binder. "What the hell!!" Someone was shocked. The voice came from the left side of him suddenly. It was the same voice as before. But the boy was not surprised, "What is it?" He turned his head. Asks the boy next to him. The boy was as tall as he was, 162cm, hair like a stove fire, dressed like a Samurai. Wears a white hakama, with blue straps tied on the left side of the waist. The rope knotted in a butterfly style, hanging on that boy's wrist was an 80cm long katana, right in the center of that rope. Yamato? Arato wondered, why was he so surprised?? While crossing both arms.
Yamato glanced at him from behind the mask on his face.
The same white mask he wore before.
Oni-faced mask, patterned with tears of blood under the eyelids. Hornless, blue-toothed, smiling broadly in an extremely terrifying manner.
The mask was on the pin of the white messenger bag behind his back.
Arato was on guard, "What's wrong? Yamato!" This time he sounded more alert. "I-I t-ttink there's s-someone's there." Yamato replied in a nervous voice. "Hmm..." Arato half-believed those words. However, from the way that Fire-haired boy was nervous, this must be serious. Arato thought. The boy dressed in Samurai earlier, yah, Yamato replied. He has a very special name. It was the name Arato had given him directly.
Homura Yamato.
Name of a black-handled, thin, blade-like cutter. Can cut down trees as thick as 10 to 20 meters like cotton. Right inside the sword's scabbard on the back of the boy's sweater. "Hmmmm!?" Arato raised his eyebrow, then returned to the path of spring road with a smile.
At that very moment,
The smile on his face turned into a doubtful expression. The instant he turned around, that was probably the last thing he wanted to do.
Arato shivered in fear,
GHGHGHGHGHGH.
Something like that.
He was surprised when he turned around as if he had been struck by lightning. He tried to rationalize it, but it was hard to underestimate what he was seeing. About thirty-five meters ahead, behind the bushes, behind the leaves. "You've gota be-." Yamato said that, then disappeared. His form was blown by the wind as soft as a pillow, extinguished like a candle. kidding! He continued. "And he ran off." Arato said it in a gloomy voice, replying to the words that sounded like a whisper. "Huh!" Something says that. Make Arato take a step back half a meter.
SHKSHK! The sound of the bushes, then, next.
- CRKKKK! The sound of a tree branch breaking.
Surprise him.
And what's worse,
CRKKK-CRKKK-CRKKKKKK-!!
The branches snapped several times like the sound of nuts. Before he knew it, right under his feet. Several branches, which had been very neatly arranged, were covering something, or rather hiding a, Trap. That's what crossed his mind. Making the boy a little suspicious of that unnatural thing.
Arato glanced around him very quickly but came to his senses. He saw something, or someone short. "Oh!" The man said, "It's not a squirrel." Sighing in a gloomy voice. A girl came out from behind the bushes and ran towards him. She's about six years old, I'm not sure what this is?? Arato thought as a rope tied his ankle.
As expected.
He lifted until the tips of his hair were a quarter of a meter off the ground. Staring at the pebbles with the same gaze when looking up at the sky. A fairly common occurrence, it sometimes happened in the middle of a forest as large as the Land of Fire. And, luckily! Yamato sounded relieved, even though he was surprised. He initially thought, That girl: that, (Ghost). She is 42cm tall, dressed in all white, with floral patterns all around her dress, This kid's like a ghost or something! Lucky enough, she was the one that jump out of the bushes. Yamato muttered.
"Grandmother!" The girl called someone.
Yamato was getting more and more alert.
He smelled something but was unable to describe it properly. A scent that smells like flowers, Yamato thought. Smell a bit stinging all over the little girl's body. And the other one is more worrying. The fire-haired boy immediately sensed it, that, is danger. "It turns out that my trap still needs more practice..." The girl said it in a gloomy voice. Yamato glanced at something. Even if it was only a glance, a shadow passed through the trees, then, suddenly a left palm touched the tree. "Hhh..." Someone exhaled as deeply as possible. Surprise Arato. "Huh!" He narrowed his eyes. Seeing an elderly woman walking slowly with a cane. His posture was bent, looking exhausted as she approached them. Her hair was the color of ashes from a fiery furnace. Aha, Arato sighed, thinking of two possibilities. First, it seemed, This kid just failed to trap breakfast. So most likely he will be released.
But something made the boy quite worried.
From Arato's point of view, the second one was the worst. The days of being a prisoner may be coming soon. which made him think, those two possibilities, weren't too bad either. Even better than dealing with what had happened to him before. "Fortunately." Arato mumbled. "Squirrel trap?" He asked the girl. "Hmph." The girl nodded, and looked annoyed to see him. The Old lady stepped forward, they were now about 3 meters apart. She sighed, "Again..." She looked troubled. Her age is about 50 years old, holding a basket full of fruits and vegetables. Wearing a dark gray kimono. She had very long hair, long enough to touch the ground.
Arato looked closely at that Old lady's face. She have a Byakugan? Arato controlled his breathing. "A shinobi must be able to control the rhythm of his own body. Even in times that are life-threatening. You must not show fear in front of the enemy." Something like that is what Shu used to say. In fact, those words helped him a lot a few times. If he breathes more calmly, then he can regulate his heart rate, making the blood vessels shrink for a while. It makes the muscles in the body feel like they are compressed, well that's the theory. Yamato said
Exactly, Arato replied. That's the theory.
In the real world, the danger is something real. It's time for hands-on practice, Arato thought. Although most likely: The Grandmother and Granddaughter are villagers of the Hidden Leaf Village. There's nothing wrong with being vigilant.
Is my nose tricking my head? Yamato wasn't so sure. He trusted his instincts more than his head. They both saw an Old lady carrying a tool behind her back. Looks like, hoe. If you take a closer look, it looks like a sickle! With the head 180° Below. Arato took a deep breath and then asked doubtfully. "I ... have a cheese sandwich?" He said it very nervously. "If you want to-?"
"Hahahaha..." The girl burst out laughing. But the Old lady was still looking at him with a pretty serious face. "You!" The Old lady said. Black hair, sword, white sweater. As she raised her wand. "White Oni!" The Old lady said that in shock. It was more like that Old lady casting spell on Arato stomach with a magic wand. "Uh, huh!?" Arato was sweating, not from the stick being pointed at his stomach. But the ferocious expression that was beside that Old lady. She's still looking at me. That gaze is, serious! It's like piercing through him. Makes Yamato a little scared. Even though that gaze was from a six-year-old girl. She must be unusual, Yamato said.
"I-is something wrong?" Arato asked. "No. Nothing." The girl shook her head. "Okay." Arato replied. "Young man." That Old lady called him, but Arato didn't hear the call. "Young man!" She called him once again. Made Arato realize. "My apology, for what my granddaughter did."
"Uh!? Ah that, ... N-no-no. It's fine." Arato replied. He was a little bit surprised.
However,
The way that the Old lady speaks sounded formal, a little old-fashioned. From the way she called, it was quite subtle. She was like a noble, but from what he observed, it seemed like this Old lady was an agriculturalist. Jobs like farming were unusual for someone from the Hyuga Clan. Although that was what went through his head, he also thought, it might as well be a good thing. However, times have changed quite drastically. Even exceeding the expectations of the Seventh Hokage.
Uzumaki Naruto.
Grandfather of the boy in the white sweater.
Several years had passed, and ever since he was six years old, he was still thinking about it. Haunting the boy like a reflection of water that looks longer and longer so vague. He didn't want to think about it, but the memory kept coming back to him. A dark, deep, painful memory. After all, he gained something because of it. Something that still protects him always, even at all times.
Fire from the Heart; Homura the protector. Blue flames smoldering inside an unusual shrine.
The shrine is named Aomori.
The shrine was somehow created within Uzumaki Arato's body. A great mystery that the boy thirsts to solve. Even so, he couldn't think of things as complex as that either. The brain capacity that he has is like he wants to ignore things that are too over complicated.
Arato still heard laughter nearby him.