Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ A Time of Renewal ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

A Time of Renewal               ;   Sasuke lay on his back exhausted from the training he had received.  His head turned side ways to look at his new sensei.  Said man say cross legged on the ground and didn’t even look like he broke a sweat.  His blond hair shifted back and forth not unlike a willow tree’s branches in a good breeze.  And not for the first time his brow furrowed in silent questions.           &nbs p; Why did he choose to bring him to train rather then his past self?  Why not just destroy those who threatened him with his obviously immense power?  Sasuke couldn’t figure out why he would train him so hard to save the future.  No matter how much he gave the man those questioning looks when they ate, he never received an answer.  If this was his teammate from the future where was his future self or Sakura at?             “Come on Sasuke,” the blonde Hokage said as he got up with a giant smile, “dinner should be ready and my wife won’t be happy if we are late.”           &n bsp;  Sasuke rolled onto his belly before shakily pushing himself up to his knees and then slowly, and painfully, standing up.  His joints ached from the strain that he had put on them these past couple of weeks.  He gritted his teeth as he followed his quickly disappearing sensei to Konoha, or rather what was once Konoha.            & nbsp; It took him nearly thirty minutes to walk painfully a distance that he should be able to cover in a couple of minutes at full strength.  But the view of the broken wall and nearly empty village was still something that hurt to look at.  Naruto wouldn’t tell him anything about how it happened, but Sasuke could tell from the lack of rubble and the cleared buildings that it had happened some time ago, but not long enough ago for the village economy to build itself big enough to rebuild the walls and lives of the people who lived here.             The avenger ignored the dark looks he got from the general population as he made his trek to the home of the most powerful shinobi of Konoha.  The building that housed him temporarily was no bigger than any other sizable families.  The sound of children playing reached his ears as he neared the house.  Then a loud ‘whoop’ sounded before he was face first in the dirt with a little monkey boy on top of him.             “Sasuke,” yelled the exuberant child, “when are you going to teach me to throw shuriken?”          &nbs p;  Sasuke groaned as the boy got off of him and pull him to his feet.             “Well?  When are you going to train me?”           &nbs p; Sasuke look down on the spiky haired boy.  He looked like a mirror image of his father, but his hair was as dark as night and his eyes the color of soft lavender.  The youngest of four the six year old child was the only non-fare haired child of the bunch.  Naruto had named him Sasuke after him.  Sasuke cringed at his loud voice, but couldn’t help but smile at the familiar words coming out of the boy’s mouth.             “Why don’t you ask you father to train you,” Sasuke asked as he continued towards the house ahead of the boy.             The words that left the boy’s mouth caused Sasuke to stop stunned.  “I may be six years old, but even I know you’re better with shuriken than dad!”           &nb sp; He felt like the boy had hit him with a bag full of bricks.  He had said nearly those same words to his brother 6 years ago.  The boys pleading words broke him from his sad memories.  He felt his heart soften at the boy’s hopeful eyes that so reminded him of himself.  He motioned the boy over and the boy came running with a wide smile.  Sasuke ruffled the boy’s hair and agreed to help him out tomorrow if he had some free time.             “Dad never gives you any free time!” he yelled accusingly.  Sasuke shrugged and stepped into the house.             The noise that the door had drowned down to just “noise” turned into what could be called pure chaos. As a the two middle boys fought viciously in the front room while the old child beat both of them senseless with what looked like the leg of a kitchen chair.  A sudden change in the room’s aura warned the children of incoming trouble as a long haired woman stepped into the front room with a oven mitt on that she had just used to pull something out of the oven just seconds ago. “Dinner is ready,” was all she said and the children froze.  They quickly got up and shuffled neatly to the bathroom to wash up.  She turned towards Sasuke and frowned, but even with the frown she was beautiful.  “You two need to get ready as well,” she looked at her youngest son, “Are you bothering Sasuke-san, Sasuke-kun?” “Awww, mama, I just want Sasuke to teach me how to throw shuriken like he does!” “You know that your father can teach you to do that if you ask him he’ll make sure to create a extra kagebushin for you.” The boy gave a loud humph before putting on his best Sasuke impression.  “I may be six, mama, but even I can tell that Sasuke is better than dad at shurikens!” “What?!!” Naruto appeared behind his son and snatch him up and flipped him upside down.  “Who throws better shurikens?” The giggling boy screeched out, “Sasuke!” Naruto knew he had to get serious with the boy now so carefully pulling the boys legs up till his belly was at face level he lathered up his lip and pressed is lips in a oh on the boys belly. “NOOOOOO Daddy!” the boy cried trying to wiggle free. A loud, and very wet sounding, noise made it apparent to the others that Naruto didn’t give in to his children’s demands. The boy screeched while laughing before begging to be put down. “I’ll give Sasuke two hours tomorrow morning to show you the ropes of how Uchihas throw their weapons.  It’s very unique so I don’t want to learn you complained and make sure you do your best to learn every thing.” The boy threw himself at his father, “Thank you dad!” “Don’t thank me thank Sasuke son.” “Thank you very much, Sasuke-san,” the boy said politely as he bowed. “Don’t be late and make sure you eat,” the departing boy said as he closed the door to the bathroom.