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Okay I was gonna wait to write this but I was really excited to write this because I love minatoxkushina. This was going to start with the four boys learning about Minato's family but I decided to skip it and make it begin with them already knowing about his family by the time they introduce him to the elders. The whole chapter takes place in Minato's class, please read till the end and I promise youll enjoy it.
Namikaze clan in progress theory/fanfiction part 3
Minato sat straight, with his back against his chair and his hands on his knees between his two friends, Shiki and Fuji. Those weren’t their actual names, but when they first met he was very little and couldn’t say “aku” so they became Shiki and Fuji. Their real names were Shikaku and Fugaku, and they were the heirs to the Nara and Uchiha clans.
Just as he was once they Namikaze heir. Technically speaking, he still was. But seeing as he was the only Namikaze still alive, he couldn’t really call himself the heir.
Still his name had caused him quite a bit of trouble when he first arrived. He was brought before the elders and the village leader, Hiruzen Sarutobi, the hokage. Though he seemed to be considering all the possibilities, the three elders got straight to the point.
“This is preposterous.” Koharu, the lone female elder stated. “You four cadets believe we should take in a prodigy from an enemy clan?”
Fuji was the first to speak. “He’s different from the other Namikaze. He’s strong, and trustworthy. Konoha has been losing too many Jonin on the battlefield. If you support our decision, you might gain one that will stick around longer.”
Homura, the less menacing of the two male elders, gaped. “How dare you! You young ones haven’t even graduated from the academy yet, you have no voice here. Yet you insult nt only us, but your senior ninja as well?”
“Fugaku and the rest of us have Konoha’s best interests at heart.” Shiki assured them. “I really don’t believe this one will betray us. And besides, he saved Fugaku, whose death would have angered the Uchiha. We already owe him one.”
“Your optimism is out of character, Nara.” Danzo, the final elder, said. “I expected better from you. For all we know, he could have led you to that trap himself.”
“I did.”
Everyone was deathly silent for a moment before the Hokage spoke.
“You did?” He asked.
“Yes.” Minato confessed. “Though it didn’t happen the way I wanted it too. My clan never expected invaders, so no traps were set up around the village. No one even went in the woods since we had our own training grounds. That trap was my doing. A trick wire that would bury pursuers in snow. If it were just Fuji, I would have let it be, but Mikoto was the one to set it off, so I saved them both.”
“But why both?”
“Because he tried to stop Mikoto before the snow fell on her.”
More silence followed after that. Danzo stared at Minato the way greedy, money bound pigs would look at a pile of gold bars.
“How about you entrust him to me?” Danzo suggested. “He can prove himself truly trustworthy in root, and we can see just how strong he is. A single year should improve his skills enough to send him to the battlefield.”
“No. I refuse.” Minato announced.
Danzo gazed, annoyed, at Minato, the way any adult did when a child told him no.
“I refuse to work for a suspicious, ambitious old man like yourself.” He stated, again in a tone that sounded not at all insulting, but matter-of-factly. Minato was very talented at that, respectfully insulting others.
“… Would you like to enroll in the academy?” the Hokage offered.
Danzo looked at Hiruzen in a childish manner. “Hiruzen—”
“Enough.” The Hokage locked eyes with Danzo. “You have plenty of children in root already. If he truly is talented, he will more than likely graduate early and we will put his skills to use then. He is a Namikaze, so we’ll have him monitored indefinitely until we four mutually decide to trust him.” He turned to Minato. “Is that okay with you.”
Minato blinked slowly, taking this man in. He seemed different from most adults, even the ones that lived here. A little arrogant, but not power hungry or ambitious. His thoughts were on something else, something dear. He was the polar opposite of Danzo.
“Yes.”
Minato was now seven, and in a short time he had easily jumped two grades, landing himself in a class with his close friends, the four boys who rescued him and Mikoto, who was still with his old classmates .
The teacher concluded his lecture on tracking, dismissing the children to recess.
“But don’t forget, after class we’re all discussing our future careers as shinobi, so be back in those seats within ten minutes!” He warned.
The Hyuga twins stalked over to the three of them, looking uncomfortable.
“Any ideas?”
Fuji, who was sitting with his elbow propped on the desk and his chin resting on his palm, rolled his eyes to the upper left to look at Hiashi.
“Well I have one, but I don’t plan on saying.” He answered.
Shiki scratched his eyebrow. “Shogi champion.”
Minato raised both eyebrows at him. “Really?”
“No.”
“What about you, kiddo?” Fuji asked.
Minato frowned, annoyed, at him. “I told you to stop treating me like a kid. And… Well no, not really.”
The door to the classroom opened, attracting the attention of the whole class. In walked a girl around Minato’s age, with a round face, big purple eyes, and long red hair.
In the midst of an awkward silence, she went to an empty seat (the teachers) and sat down.
Everyone watched her for a few moments. She had an angry expression on her face: lips pursed, knit brow, eyes squeezed shut, bright red cheeks either from embarrassment or rage. And she smelled like ramen broth and red bean soup.
Three minutes passed by before people started telling her to leave.
“Youre in the wrong class, girl.”
“The seven-year-olds are down the hall.”
“That’s the teachers seat, you better leave.”
“Yeah, he’ll get mad.”
She opened her eyes, and glared at the whole bunch of kids. It was obviously a trick to scare them, but it only annoyed them.
“How rude.”
“Whats her problem?”
“Stupid girl.”
“I hope she gets in trouble.”
“I hope the teacher ties her up.”
“Or makes her stand outside with a bucket on her head.”
“She’s so ugly, too.”
“Yeah, with all that nasty red hair.”
“She looks like a tomato.”
“Or an apple.”
“No, a tomato. They’re way more red.”
Then the kids got into a debate about apples and tomatoes for the next five minutes.
The teacher walked in, looking furious, and slammed the door behind him.
“Little girl!” He marched over to the redhead.
All the kids laughed.
“Here we go.”
“Now she’s gonna get it.”
“This’ll be great!”
The redhead glared at the teacher, who was pointing and yelling at her.
“You were told to wait in front of the door!” He complained. “Not march in here, unannounced. Are you listening?!”
The girl muttered something, agitating the teacher further.
“What was that?!”
She widened her eyes, glaring, and slammed her hand down so hard the desk cracked.
“I SAID YOURE SO OBNOXIOUS AND NOISY ITS IMPOSSIBLE NOT TO HEAR YOU, YOU STUPID JACKASS!!!”
Minato, along with everyone else, gaped. Fuji, who never reacted dramatically to anything, sat in a much more mellow surprise.
“Is this clown for real?” He asked.
Shikaku really did look surprised. “I was thinking she was kind of cute, but never mind. She’s crazy.”
Minato softened. From where he was sitting, he was the only one who could see her feet. They were shaking, while the rest of her body remained still.
The door opened once more, and in walked Mikoto.
“Sensei?” She called, getting their teacher’s attention long enough for the redhead to “humph!” and hop to the ground, her legs completely still. “Mira Sensei asks if you can keep the class quiet. We can hear you all the way down at the end of the hall.”
Sense straightened up, trying to look professional with annoyance still showing in his eyes.
“Yes, fine, fine, you can go now.”
“Hey Sensei, you should make Fugaku walk her back to class!” One of the troublemakers in the back called.
Mikoto screamed and slammed the door, her frantic footsteps as she made her way down the hall cause the whole class to burst out laughing.
Fuji turned around, ready to use his recently activated sharingan on the boy when Minato grabbed his shoulder and locked yes with him.
“Calm down, do you want to anger your clan elders again with more after school hours?” He reminded.
Fuji looked so furious he could have sat the classroom on fire. “As if I care about that!”
“Violence won’t help.” Minato stated. “She’ll just be more afraid of you.”
This hit him where it hurt, and he turned back to face the front of the classroom.
The teacher now stood next to the redhead, who had her arms folded behind her, glaring at the kids who had called her a tomato, only to have them sneer and giggle back.
“Right! Today we have a new student!” Began the teacher. “Introduce yourself!”
He sounded just like a little kid throwing a tantrum.
All the kids started mocking her again.
“Look at that red hair!”
“Stupid, ugly outsider!”
“I’d never go out with hair like that.”
“How do you get it that red? It looks so stupid!”
“Tomato! Tomato! Tomato!”
The whole class, minus Minato, his friends, Choza Akimichi and Inoichi Yamanaka, started chanting “Tomato” over and over again.
“Quiet!” Sensei ordered. “Quiet all of you!”
“I’m… I’M UZUMAKI KUSHINA-DATTEBANE!” The girl declared. “I’M GONNA BE THE FIRST FEMALE HOKAGE! YUP…”
The whole class sat in silence, stunned.
Fuji slapped his palm against his forehead. “Again, is this clown for real?”
Minato looked into the eyes of the red haired girl. Big purple eyes, terrified, but determined. Sparkling and shaking. Long red hair almost touching the floor. Fists clenched to her chest.
He chuckled. They were wrong. She was adorable. And… she’d just given him an idea.
He pushed his seat back and stood up, getting everyone’s attention.
“Minato?” Fuji called.
Minato pounded his fist against his chest lightly, and smiled.
“I want to be the greatest hokage.” He declared. “Everyone in the village will respect me!”
Kushina glared at him. “Shut it, you girly flake! As if a banana-head like you could be hokage!”
He blushed down to his ankles out of pure confusion. Banana-head…?
“And a tomato who everybody hates can?!” Called the same boy who had given Mikoto and Fuji trouble. “Besides, Minato’s top of the class, stupid!”
All the girls in the class looked at Minato, faces red with little hearts flying all around them. All the boys looked at him with a mixture of jealousy and respect.
“Fuji, what’s wrong with those girls?” He asked. “Do they have fevers? Is there a plague in the village right now?”
Fuji groaned and pinched his nose, eyes closed.
“You’re so oblivious it’s not even funny.”
Namikaze clan in progress theory/fanfiction part 3
Minato sat straight, with his back against his chair and his hands on his knees between his two friends, Shiki and Fuji. Those weren’t their actual names, but when they first met he was very little and couldn’t say “aku” so they became Shiki and Fuji. Their real names were Shikaku and Fugaku, and they were the heirs to the Nara and Uchiha clans.
Just as he was once they Namikaze heir. Technically speaking, he still was. But seeing as he was the only Namikaze still alive, he couldn’t really call himself the heir.
Still his name had caused him quite a bit of trouble when he first arrived. He was brought before the elders and the village leader, Hiruzen Sarutobi, the hokage. Though he seemed to be considering all the possibilities, the three elders got straight to the point.
“This is preposterous.” Koharu, the lone female elder stated. “You four cadets believe we should take in a prodigy from an enemy clan?”
Fuji was the first to speak. “He’s different from the other Namikaze. He’s strong, and trustworthy. Konoha has been losing too many Jonin on the battlefield. If you support our decision, you might gain one that will stick around longer.”
Homura, the less menacing of the two male elders, gaped. “How dare you! You young ones haven’t even graduated from the academy yet, you have no voice here. Yet you insult nt only us, but your senior ninja as well?”
“Fugaku and the rest of us have Konoha’s best interests at heart.” Shiki assured them. “I really don’t believe this one will betray us. And besides, he saved Fugaku, whose death would have angered the Uchiha. We already owe him one.”
“Your optimism is out of character, Nara.” Danzo, the final elder, said. “I expected better from you. For all we know, he could have led you to that trap himself.”
“I did.”
Everyone was deathly silent for a moment before the Hokage spoke.
“You did?” He asked.
“Yes.” Minato confessed. “Though it didn’t happen the way I wanted it too. My clan never expected invaders, so no traps were set up around the village. No one even went in the woods since we had our own training grounds. That trap was my doing. A trick wire that would bury pursuers in snow. If it were just Fuji, I would have let it be, but Mikoto was the one to set it off, so I saved them both.”
“But why both?”
“Because he tried to stop Mikoto before the snow fell on her.”
More silence followed after that. Danzo stared at Minato the way greedy, money bound pigs would look at a pile of gold bars.
“How about you entrust him to me?” Danzo suggested. “He can prove himself truly trustworthy in root, and we can see just how strong he is. A single year should improve his skills enough to send him to the battlefield.”
“No. I refuse.” Minato announced.
Danzo gazed, annoyed, at Minato, the way any adult did when a child told him no.
“I refuse to work for a suspicious, ambitious old man like yourself.” He stated, again in a tone that sounded not at all insulting, but matter-of-factly. Minato was very talented at that, respectfully insulting others.
“… Would you like to enroll in the academy?” the Hokage offered.
Danzo looked at Hiruzen in a childish manner. “Hiruzen—”
“Enough.” The Hokage locked eyes with Danzo. “You have plenty of children in root already. If he truly is talented, he will more than likely graduate early and we will put his skills to use then. He is a Namikaze, so we’ll have him monitored indefinitely until we four mutually decide to trust him.” He turned to Minato. “Is that okay with you.”
Minato blinked slowly, taking this man in. He seemed different from most adults, even the ones that lived here. A little arrogant, but not power hungry or ambitious. His thoughts were on something else, something dear. He was the polar opposite of Danzo.
“Yes.”
Minato was now seven, and in a short time he had easily jumped two grades, landing himself in a class with his close friends, the four boys who rescued him and Mikoto, who was still with his old classmates .
The teacher concluded his lecture on tracking, dismissing the children to recess.
“But don’t forget, after class we’re all discussing our future careers as shinobi, so be back in those seats within ten minutes!” He warned.
The Hyuga twins stalked over to the three of them, looking uncomfortable.
“Any ideas?”
Fuji, who was sitting with his elbow propped on the desk and his chin resting on his palm, rolled his eyes to the upper left to look at Hiashi.
“Well I have one, but I don’t plan on saying.” He answered.
Shiki scratched his eyebrow. “Shogi champion.”
Minato raised both eyebrows at him. “Really?”
“No.”
“What about you, kiddo?” Fuji asked.
Minato frowned, annoyed, at him. “I told you to stop treating me like a kid. And… Well no, not really.”
The door to the classroom opened, attracting the attention of the whole class. In walked a girl around Minato’s age, with a round face, big purple eyes, and long red hair.
In the midst of an awkward silence, she went to an empty seat (the teachers) and sat down.
Everyone watched her for a few moments. She had an angry expression on her face: lips pursed, knit brow, eyes squeezed shut, bright red cheeks either from embarrassment or rage. And she smelled like ramen broth and red bean soup.
Three minutes passed by before people started telling her to leave.
“Youre in the wrong class, girl.”
“The seven-year-olds are down the hall.”
“That’s the teachers seat, you better leave.”
“Yeah, he’ll get mad.”
She opened her eyes, and glared at the whole bunch of kids. It was obviously a trick to scare them, but it only annoyed them.
“How rude.”
“Whats her problem?”
“Stupid girl.”
“I hope she gets in trouble.”
“I hope the teacher ties her up.”
“Or makes her stand outside with a bucket on her head.”
“She’s so ugly, too.”
“Yeah, with all that nasty red hair.”
“She looks like a tomato.”
“Or an apple.”
“No, a tomato. They’re way more red.”
Then the kids got into a debate about apples and tomatoes for the next five minutes.
The teacher walked in, looking furious, and slammed the door behind him.
“Little girl!” He marched over to the redhead.
All the kids laughed.
“Here we go.”
“Now she’s gonna get it.”
“This’ll be great!”
The redhead glared at the teacher, who was pointing and yelling at her.
“You were told to wait in front of the door!” He complained. “Not march in here, unannounced. Are you listening?!”
The girl muttered something, agitating the teacher further.
“What was that?!”
She widened her eyes, glaring, and slammed her hand down so hard the desk cracked.
“I SAID YOURE SO OBNOXIOUS AND NOISY ITS IMPOSSIBLE NOT TO HEAR YOU, YOU STUPID JACKASS!!!”
Minato, along with everyone else, gaped. Fuji, who never reacted dramatically to anything, sat in a much more mellow surprise.
“Is this clown for real?” He asked.
Shikaku really did look surprised. “I was thinking she was kind of cute, but never mind. She’s crazy.”
Minato softened. From where he was sitting, he was the only one who could see her feet. They were shaking, while the rest of her body remained still.
The door opened once more, and in walked Mikoto.
“Sensei?” She called, getting their teacher’s attention long enough for the redhead to “humph!” and hop to the ground, her legs completely still. “Mira Sensei asks if you can keep the class quiet. We can hear you all the way down at the end of the hall.”
Sense straightened up, trying to look professional with annoyance still showing in his eyes.
“Yes, fine, fine, you can go now.”
“Hey Sensei, you should make Fugaku walk her back to class!” One of the troublemakers in the back called.
Mikoto screamed and slammed the door, her frantic footsteps as she made her way down the hall cause the whole class to burst out laughing.
Fuji turned around, ready to use his recently activated sharingan on the boy when Minato grabbed his shoulder and locked yes with him.
“Calm down, do you want to anger your clan elders again with more after school hours?” He reminded.
Fuji looked so furious he could have sat the classroom on fire. “As if I care about that!”
“Violence won’t help.” Minato stated. “She’ll just be more afraid of you.”
This hit him where it hurt, and he turned back to face the front of the classroom.
The teacher now stood next to the redhead, who had her arms folded behind her, glaring at the kids who had called her a tomato, only to have them sneer and giggle back.
“Right! Today we have a new student!” Began the teacher. “Introduce yourself!”
He sounded just like a little kid throwing a tantrum.
All the kids started mocking her again.
“Look at that red hair!”
“Stupid, ugly outsider!”
“I’d never go out with hair like that.”
“How do you get it that red? It looks so stupid!”
“Tomato! Tomato! Tomato!”
The whole class, minus Minato, his friends, Choza Akimichi and Inoichi Yamanaka, started chanting “Tomato” over and over again.
“Quiet!” Sensei ordered. “Quiet all of you!”
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“I’m… I’M UZUMAKI KUSHINA-DATTEBANE!” The girl declared. “I’M GONNA BE THE FIRST FEMALE HOKAGE! YUP…”
The whole class sat in silence, stunned.
Fuji slapped his palm against his forehead. “Again, is this clown for real?”
Minato looked into the eyes of the red haired girl. Big purple eyes, terrified, but determined. Sparkling and shaking. Long red hair almost touching the floor. Fists clenched to her chest.
He chuckled. They were wrong. She was adorable. And… she’d just given him an idea.
He pushed his seat back and stood up, getting everyone’s attention.
“Minato?” Fuji called.
Minato pounded his fist against his chest lightly, and smiled.
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“I want to be the greatest hokage.” He declared. “Everyone in the village will respect me!”
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Kushina glared at him. “Shut it, you girly flake! As if a banana-head like you could be hokage!”
He blushed down to his ankles out of pure confusion. Banana-head…?
“And a tomato who everybody hates can?!” Called the same boy who had given Mikoto and Fuji trouble. “Besides, Minato’s top of the class, stupid!”
All the girls in the class looked at Minato, faces red with little hearts flying all around them. All the boys looked at him with a mixture of jealousy and respect.
“Fuji, what’s wrong with those girls?” He asked. “Do they have fevers? Is there a plague in the village right now?”
Fuji groaned and pinched his nose, eyes closed.
“You’re so oblivious it’s not even funny.”
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