[A/N: hey every one now i am going to write my story in the form of a narrative because the discriptive one will not be as funny and romentic in future
now the narrator will be ( i guess you know) meiko uzumaki ]
I woke up from my nap to find myself wrapped up like a mummy(i am exxagerating it) in a hospital bed. Bandages everywhere! Talk about a fashion statement. But hey, no time for a pity party, right? I had bigger fish to fry. Like, where the heck was I? And what in the world happened to my dad? Is he playing hide and seek or something? I mean, sacrificing himself for me is next-level dad stuff.
But hold up, am I in the hands of the good guys or the bad guys? Cue the dramatic uncertainty music. My brain was doing Olympic-level gymnastics with all these doubts swirling around.
So, I mustered up the courage to blurt out, "Where am I?" Boom! Just like that, a ninja dude pops into the room. And let me tell you, his mask was straight out of a bird-themed nightmare. Creepy, yet kinda cool, if you're into that sort of thing.
He eyeballed me for a sec, then vanished like a ninja in the night. Rude much? Anyway, I checked myself out—no clothes? What's the deal? These weren't my clothes, that's for sure. Escape plan? Yeah, right. I was about as ready for that as a squirrel in a snowstorm.
Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. In strolls this ancient-looking dude, dressed like he raided the village's wackiest wardrobe. Seriously, his outfit was louder than a ninja sneeze in a library. And don't get me started on those socks and sandals. Fashion faux pas, anyone?
With a grin that could blind a ninja, he assures me they're not here to play rough. Turns out, they're the good guys. Phew! His headband game was different, so I took his word for it. I mean, who am I to argue with the fashion-challenged Hokage?
Introductions were in order. I'm Meiko Uzumaki, age six, lover of dad jokes and hater of chakra gymnastics. Yeah, you heard me right. Climbing trees and waterfalls with invisible magic? No thank you.
"you know ninjutsu?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Absolutely! I want to be the coolest ninja on the block," I declare with all the enthusiasm of a kid in a candy store.
he asked to inspect my house iknow he had done creepy things to check my memories i agreed in a care free manner as it was nothing to me who are you talking a mere 6 years old kid.Any ways , I've got myself a VIP pass to ninja training camp. Thanks, old dude! With a flick of his robe, he's off, leaving behind one lone ninja guard.
Phew! Dodged a bullet there, or should I say shuriken? Time to kick back and recover, then it's off to reclaim my stuff and check out my digs. But seriously, that Hokage guy needs a fashion intervention, pronto.