Hey guys my friend made this fan fic and wanted some feed back on it.
A young man stood in his bedroom one morning. He had just woken up, his brown, long hair scattered across his eyes. He opened them, brushing the hair off of his forehead sluggishly. "Ishiku," a familiar, old voice called. "Get down here, or I'm going to fry your breakfast."
"Yes sir," he retorted sarcastically, yet with a joking tone. Ishiku was an adopted Shinobi; He knew his clan origins, which were Senju, but not his real parents. Kakashi was his guardian. However challenging, Ishiku found this as a good thing, as Kakashi always seemed ready to play a game of Shogi or train with him.
The only downside to this relationship was that Ishiku was not a Lightning-Style user. The only element they could commonly use was Earth.
Luckily, elements were not worried about in that point of his Shinobi journey. Ishiku, caught busy in these thoughts, reminded himself that he had to meet Kakashi downstairs. He pulled on his green and read robes, stretching his arms before hearing one last warning call from his adoptive parent. Ishiku hurried down the stairs.
Kakashi had prepared a well-balanced meal of vegetables and a variety of meats and protein. That's new, Ishiku thought, knowing Kakashi's simplicity. He was prepared for a brief meal of cereal or something. "What can't you do?" Ishiku asked him. touching his own forehead with disbelief.
"Well," Kakashi said. "You need to eat. Your entrance exams are today." Ishiku nodded. He had purposefully put off passing his previous exams to stay with his age group, which was now a band of 12 and 13 year olds. He was prepared. Ishiku was a master of a diverse array of simple jutsus, such as clones, illusions, and other such simplistic ninja arts. he slowly ate his meal, which he was certain he wouldn't be able to finish with. Ishiku, his plate about three quarters empty, picked it up to scrape his leftovers into whatever container he came across, and wash his dishes. From this distinct point of view, Ishiku is a normal adolescent. Which, he is. There was nothing special, good or bad, about him. Ishiku prepared to head towards the Academy. "Goodbye, Kakashi," he over his shoulder. Kakashi waved his generic cool-guy wave. Even as an old man, Kakashi can never be boring. Ishiku stepped outside.
A breeze blew over him, a good refreshment from the stuffy home of where he and the 6th Hokage lived. Ishiku walked, conserving his energy. On his way, he walked by a band of current Genin, of whom he may soon be in league with. They will be in... cahoots! Ishiku nodded in greeting, and they smiled back and waved. He was in common terms with these Genin in particular, they seemed to be supportive of him. He saw himself in them, as he was sure they did him. Unable to pause for even a brief chat, Ishiku continued towards the academy.
The academy was now in sight... Although, it was fairly large, and could be viewed from a distance. Ishiku, enter. He walked in to the academy. His classroom was on a low level, near the ground floor of the schoolhouse. His teacher was named Shino. He wasn't easily angered and got instruction in, so Ishiku was able to learn plenty of jutsus, strategies, and other battle tactics. Today was finally the day.
The day he could be a true Shinobi...
Ishiku, sit down. He sat in the chair. Ishiku was commonly the first or second student here. Today, he was the fourth. He had already presumed that other students would leave early as well, so he wasn't surprised. Ishiku waited while in the next 10 minutes, his class filed into their rows of seats. Once, the class volume decreased, Shino stood up. "Today is the day that you will graduate from the exams and become Genin." he stated quietly, but sternly. " You will be taken into the back room to take a fairly easy test..." he adjusted his glasses. "Hopefully, you will pass." he walked into a separate room in the side of the class. Ishiku looked around... to his surprise, he saw the current Hokage. His short-cut blonde hair was hidden, yet the gleaming blue eyes still shone. And then, Ishiku blinked. When he opened his eyes again, the Hokage was gone... Uzumaki Naruto.
Students were called back one by one. "Rozu," the voice of a shinobi, Konohamaru, called. The exams had begun.
A young man stood in his bedroom one morning. He had just woken up, his brown, long hair scattered across his eyes. He opened them, brushing the hair off of his forehead sluggishly. "Ishiku," a familiar, old voice called. "Get down here, or I'm going to fry your breakfast."
"Yes sir," he retorted sarcastically, yet with a joking tone. Ishiku was an adopted Shinobi; He knew his clan origins, which were Senju, but not his real parents. Kakashi was his guardian. However challenging, Ishiku found this as a good thing, as Kakashi always seemed ready to play a game of Shogi or train with him.
The only downside to this relationship was that Ishiku was not a Lightning-Style user. The only element they could commonly use was Earth.
Luckily, elements were not worried about in that point of his Shinobi journey. Ishiku, caught busy in these thoughts, reminded himself that he had to meet Kakashi downstairs. He pulled on his green and read robes, stretching his arms before hearing one last warning call from his adoptive parent. Ishiku hurried down the stairs.
Kakashi had prepared a well-balanced meal of vegetables and a variety of meats and protein. That's new, Ishiku thought, knowing Kakashi's simplicity. He was prepared for a brief meal of cereal or something. "What can't you do?" Ishiku asked him. touching his own forehead with disbelief.
"Well," Kakashi said. "You need to eat. Your entrance exams are today." Ishiku nodded. He had purposefully put off passing his previous exams to stay with his age group, which was now a band of 12 and 13 year olds. He was prepared. Ishiku was a master of a diverse array of simple jutsus, such as clones, illusions, and other such simplistic ninja arts. he slowly ate his meal, which he was certain he wouldn't be able to finish with. Ishiku, his plate about three quarters empty, picked it up to scrape his leftovers into whatever container he came across, and wash his dishes. From this distinct point of view, Ishiku is a normal adolescent. Which, he is. There was nothing special, good or bad, about him. Ishiku prepared to head towards the Academy. "Goodbye, Kakashi," he over his shoulder. Kakashi waved his generic cool-guy wave. Even as an old man, Kakashi can never be boring. Ishiku stepped outside.
A breeze blew over him, a good refreshment from the stuffy home of where he and the 6th Hokage lived. Ishiku walked, conserving his energy. On his way, he walked by a band of current Genin, of whom he may soon be in league with. They will be in... cahoots! Ishiku nodded in greeting, and they smiled back and waved. He was in common terms with these Genin in particular, they seemed to be supportive of him. He saw himself in them, as he was sure they did him. Unable to pause for even a brief chat, Ishiku continued towards the academy.
The academy was now in sight... Although, it was fairly large, and could be viewed from a distance. Ishiku, enter. He walked in to the academy. His classroom was on a low level, near the ground floor of the schoolhouse. His teacher was named Shino. He wasn't easily angered and got instruction in, so Ishiku was able to learn plenty of jutsus, strategies, and other battle tactics. Today was finally the day.
The day he could be a true Shinobi...
Ishiku, sit down. He sat in the chair. Ishiku was commonly the first or second student here. Today, he was the fourth. He had already presumed that other students would leave early as well, so he wasn't surprised. Ishiku waited while in the next 10 minutes, his class filed into their rows of seats. Once, the class volume decreased, Shino stood up. "Today is the day that you will graduate from the exams and become Genin." he stated quietly, but sternly. " You will be taken into the back room to take a fairly easy test..." he adjusted his glasses. "Hopefully, you will pass." he walked into a separate room in the side of the class. Ishiku looked around... to his surprise, he saw the current Hokage. His short-cut blonde hair was hidden, yet the gleaming blue eyes still shone. And then, Ishiku blinked. When he opened his eyes again, the Hokage was gone... Uzumaki Naruto.
Students were called back one by one. "Rozu," the voice of a shinobi, Konohamaru, called. The exams had begun.