After a few minutes, I managed to speak to him. "Where are we going?" He didn't stop to answer my question. "You didn't stutter this time. That's an improvement." What amazed me was that this was leaping on buildings and trees like a ninja. Is he a ninja? Wait, Hiroyuki. You may be a child but to think that there are people who are a ninja in this world is nonsense. But it might be since I didn't notice something similar to my old world. Reading the books in the office of Aunt Kurumi didn't help me as well. I stopped thinking about it when we arrived at a big house secluded from the city. "This where you will train to become a shinobi that will serve the village." A shinobi? As in ninja? What did I get myself in?
3 years later...
I am playing hide and seek with my dad now. Yay! We are having some father and son time. If someone would say that I would slice that persons throat immediately. It seems shinobi have rather another idea of playing hide and seek. My dad is hiding in a huge forest behind our house while hiding his chakra and ordered his son to find him all alone. Who sends his child all alone in a forest at midnight. I never thought that as an indoor type I would learn survival skills. My father has been training me in everything he knows from kenjutsu to taijutsu, ninjutsu, genjutsu. He never praises me and always points out the smallest mistakes. I have confidence in m skill thanks to that. Back to hide and seek. The time limit is 3 hours. I have never managed to find him, I could find faint traces he left behind on purpose. When we were doing he went to put on his clothes to go to work. "I have a mission for the whole week. Remember you are only allowed to see your mother on Sunday." I nodded and waved him goodbye. This situation happens all the time. I grab something to eat and read some books. This truly peace I can finally relax. Always training during the week and at the end of the week accompanying my mother everywhere. Sometimes I get a glare from Lady Risa. I guess she hates shinobi for some reason.
"Oyabun!" I heard a high-pitched voice. A scruffy child runs towards my house and kept screaming. I opened the door quickly. "What's wrong, Daichi?" The kid was rather tall and but he was incredibly dumb. He is like a kid who only has muscles and
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