Chapter Text
First Impressions
Naruto pushed the curtains aside and settled herself on a stool at the counter of Ichiraku Ramen. The familiar smell of miso broth filled the air, but the usual warmth and excitement were replaced by an odd, emotionless aura.
Teuchi, the ramen chef, looked up from his work, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Good evening, young lady. What can I get for you?" he asked politely.
Ayame, his daughter, also glanced over, her eyes narrowing as she tried to place the unfamiliar face. "You look kind of familiar. Have we met before?" she asked.
Naruto gave them both a blank stare. "I am Naruto Uzumaki," she stated flatly.
Teuchi blinked, then chuckled nervously. "Nice try, kid. But Naruto's a boy. And besides, he never talks like that."
Ayame nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Naruto is always full of energy and life. Not… robotic."
Naruto sighed, her shoulders dropping slightly. "I assure you, I am Naruto Uzumaki."
Teuchi and Ayame exchanged skeptical glances. "Sure, sure," Teuchi said, not convinced in the slightest. "So, what can I get for you?"
Naruto's expression remained unchanged. "I would like ten bowls of miso ramen, please."
Teuchi's eyes widened in surprise. "Ten bowls? Are you sure?"
"Affirmative," Naruto responded, her voice still devoid of any emotion.
Ayame leaned over the counter, her curiosity piqued. "Okay, but how do you plan to eat all that? You're not exactly, uh, built for it."
Naruto didn't answer, simply staring at them with her blank expression. After a moment, Teuchi shrugged and began preparing the order. "Alright, ten bowls coming right up."
As the bowls began to pile up in front of Naruto, Ayame couldn't help but watch with a mixture of fascination and disbelief. "This should be interesting," she muttered to herself.
Naruto picked up the first bowl, bringing it to her lips and slurping the noodles mechanically. The noodles and broth disappeared into her mouth, and instead of the usual satisfied sigh, there was nothing but the continued, methodical slurping.
Teuchi and Ayame watched, their jaws slowly dropping as Naruto moved on to the second bowl, then the third, without missing a beat. "How… how is she doing that?" Ayame whispered.
Teuchi shook his head in disbelief. "I have no idea, but she's definitely eating it."
Unbeknownst to them, Naruto's artificial stomach was working overtime, converting the consumed ramen directly into chakra. Each mouthful disappeared, absorbed and processed with precise efficiency.
As Naruto continued to slurp down bowl after bowl, Ayame finally couldn't take it anymore. "Okay, seriously, what's going on here? Are you some kind of ramen-eating robot?"
Naruto paused briefly, looking up at them. "I am Naruto Uzumaki. My body has undergone a transformation. My stomach converts food into chakra directly."
Teuchi scratched his head, still trying to wrap his mind around the situation. "Naruto, huh? Well, you're definitely eating like him. But why the change in… everything?"
Naruto shrugged, a surprisingly human gesture. "Long story. But I assure you, I am still Naruto Uzumaki. I still love your ramen."
Teuchi and Ayame exchanged another glance, this one filled with reluctant acceptance. "Well, if you say so, Naruto," Teuchi said with a chuckle. "You're certainly unique, I'll give you that."
Ayame smiled, shaking her head. "Only Naruto could come back like this and still make us laugh."
Naruto continued to slurp her ramen, her mechanical efficiency somehow endearing. As she finished the tenth bowl, she set it down gently and looked at them. "Thank you for the meal. It was delicious, as always."
But then, a hint of sadness flickered in her eyes. "Though… I couldn't properly taste them like I used to."
Teuchi's grin softened into a sympathetic smile. "Naruto, you'll always be welcome here. Maybe someday, you'll figure out a way to enjoy the taste again."
Ayame nodded. "Yeah, Naruto. No matter what happens, Ichiraku's will always be your place."
Naruto stood up, giving a small, almost imperceptible nod. "I appreciate it. Ichiraku's will always be my favorite."
As she pushed the curtains aside and left, Ayame sighed. "Well, that was something. Do you think he'll stop with this disguise?"
Teuchi laughed. "With Naruto, you never know. But one thing's for sure – life's never boring with that kid around."
And so, the legendary ramen shop had yet another unforgettable chapter added to its story, thanks to the ever-surprising Naruto Uzumaki. Despite her new form and the changes it brought, some things—like her love for Ichiraku's ramen—remained the same.
o—O—o
Naruto was passing through the bustling market district when she caught sight of a large mirror displayed outside a shop. Drawn by curiosity, she stopped in her tracks and moved closer to examine her reflection.
She saw a young girl staring back at her. The girl had shoulder-length white hair that framed a delicate face, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to gleam with an almost ethereal light. Her skin was flawless and smooth, with a slight sheen that indicated its synthetic nature. Her body, though that of a prepubescent girl, was perfectly proportioned and covered in a sleek, form-fitting black outfit that seemed both practical and oddly elegant.
Naruto was shocked. Her clothes were odd, yet they felt right, almost as if they were a second skin. She could feel everything but did not feel uncomfortable. Her body temperature was 99 F, perfect. She reached out to touch her reflection, her fingers grazing the cool glass as she marveled at the sight. Her skin was made of silicon coil, while her internal structure was based on wood. Her muscles and flesh were also silicon, designed to mimic the human body's function perfectly.
Two small bumps on her chest were there too—also silicon. She blinked, her eyes adjusting automatically to the light, and she realized that her vision was sharper than ever before. She could see every detail with crystal clarity, and her eyes had a faint, almost imperceptible glow. Fascinating.
"With this body, I can easily defeat the Old Man and become the Hokage," she noted to herself with satisfaction, though her face remained devoid of any emotion.
"I also have some techniques that are yet to be unlocked." She said as she felt it inside her. "Flying Thunder God, Infinite Darkness, Reanimation Technique, Sage Arts, Forbidden Water Ninjutsu. Sealing Arts. Interesting… I wonder how they work.
So if I am disconnected from natural energy for as much time as it takes for a person to die due to the lack of oxygen, I'll actually die…that's scary. Also, I can physically grow. I have Hashirama-level regeneration ability. That is good. Also, why is there a 'DESTROY All The Uchiha' slogan in my brain?"
She continued to study her reflection, noting the seamless integration of synthetic and organic components. Her eyes, gleaming with an unearthly blue light, could detect even the slightest hint of an illusion. Perfect Chakra control coursed through her body, allowing her to manipulate her energy with unprecedented precision.
Naruto's fingers brushed over her smooth, synthetic skin, marveling at the flawless construction. "Amazing," she murmured. "I can feel everything... yet it's different."
Despite her lack of outward emotion, there was a sense of pride and determination growing within her. This new body, with its superior abilities and enhancements, was a tool that could propel her toward her dreams. No longer would she be underestimated or dismissed. With this power, she could achieve her goal of becoming Hokage and earning the respect she had always craved.
She took a step back from the mirror, her eyes still locked on her reflection. "Fascinating," she repeated, her voice flat and robotic. "With this body, I am awesome."
Naruto inspected her reflection more closely, her curiosity leading her to touch the crotch area. Nothing. Of course. A doll doesn't need… such accessories.
"That's… disappointing," she mused aloud. "But I guess you can't have everything."
She sighed, realizing that she needed new clothes. Her current outfit, while functional, was far too conspicuous for everyday wear. Also, she did not want to buy anything else for shinobi work. But she could buy casual things for everyday purpose. Unfortunately, she was flat broke. Just as she was about to turn away from the mirror, Naruto nearly collided with Ino, who was staring at her with wide eyes.
"I'm sorry, but are you a model?" Ino asked, her curiosity piqued.
Naruto's pranking instincts kicked in immediately. She could have a bit of fun with this. "I am indeed one," she said, her voice perfectly monotone. "I was just looking for… a wardrobe change and I have lost my purse."
Ino's eyes sparkled with excitement. "What's your name? What kinds of clothes do you want to buy?"
"I am… 2B. I wish to purchase shinobi attire for my next show."
"2B, huh? Must be your industry name. Well, I think I can help."
"Really? I do not wish to be a burden. I cannot pay you either."
"Nonsense! I just want to take a picture with you," Ino said, practically bouncing with enthusiasm.
"Okay, kunoichi-san, I will be in your care," Naruto said with a polite bow.
Ino beamed and led her to her family's tailor, who was also an avid model fan. Upon seeing the emotionless yet elegant girl, the tailor couldn't help but welcome '2B' with open arms.
"Oh my goodness, such grace! Such elegance!" the tailor exclaimed. "This is an honor!"
Naruto maintained her blank expression. "I appreciate your enthusiasm."
The woman immediately set to work, preparing a black, frilly dress for her. The outfit consisted of a sleek black top with intricate white embroidery, a high collar, and long sleeves that flared out at the wrists. The skirt was short and ruffled, with a lace trim that added a touch of sophistication. She also crafted matching black gloves that reached up to the elbows, completing the ensemble.
"So, 2B, how do you like this design?" the tailor asked, holding up the dress for Naruto to see.
Naruto inspected it, her expression remaining blank. "It is suitable. Thank you."
Ino watched eagerly as Naruto tried on the dress. "Wow, you look amazing! You could totally be a real model."
Naruto glanced at her reflection in the mirror. The dress fit perfectly, enhancing her new form in a way that was both elegant and functional. "I appreciate your assistance, kunoichi-san," she said, still in her monotone voice.
"No problem at all! Let's take that picture now!" Ino exclaimed, pulling out a camera.
Naruto stood beside Ino, posing stiffly as Ino snapped a few photos. "Thank you, 2B. This is going to be awesome!"
The tailor's husband walked in and did a double-take. "Is that… a model? From like the latest ninja modeling magazine?" he asked, clearly star-struck.
Naruto, ever the prankster, decided to roll with it. "Affirmative," she said. "I am here for a top-secret photo shoot."
The husband looked ready to faint. "Can I get an autograph?!"
Naruto took a deep breath. "I do not normally give autographs, but for you, I will make an exception."
As Naruto signed a piece of fabric, Ino leaned in and whispered, "You're really good at this, you know?"
"Thank you, kunoichi-san," Naruto replied, her voice still monotone but with a glint of mischief in her eyes.
Three hours later, Naruto emerged from the tailor's shop with her new dresses in a bag, Ino by her side. They had already taken the promised picture together.
"Thank you, Ino-san. That was very generous of you," Naruto said, her voice still devoid of emotion but with a hint of genuine gratitude.
"Nah, now I can show off this picture to Sakura, hehe!" Ino laughed, clearly pleased with herself.
"Okay then, Ino. Bye." '2B' walked away, her new clothes safely in tow.
Ino waved cheerfully but then paused, a frown of confusion crossing her face. "Wait! I never told you my name, how do you even know it?"
"Oh, that is a… model specialty. Dattebayo," Naruto replied over her shoulder.
"Ooooh, ok— wait! 'Dattebayo'? Naruto?!"
But the white-haired girl was already gone, leaving Ino standing in the middle of the street, her mouth hanging open in shock.
As Naruto walked away, she couldn't help but chuckle to herself. Despite her new form and the changes it brought, some things—like her ability to pull off a prank—remained the same.
o—O—o
Naruto discovered that she couldn't sleep. No matter how hard she tried, her eyes refused to close, and her mind wouldn't drift off into the comforting embrace of dreams. The realization hit her like a punch to the gut—this new body didn't require sleep. She was designed to be efficient, tireless, and relentless. But at what cost?
She climbed to the rooftop of her apartment building, her new black, frilly dress fluttering slightly in the night breeze. The village was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. The stars twinkled above, scattered like diamonds across the velvet sky. She sat down, hugging her knees to her chest, and stared up at them.
Naruto had always loved looking at the stars. They had been a source of comfort during her loneliest nights, a reminder that there was a vast world beyond her troubles, filled with endless possibilities. But tonight, they felt different. Distant. Cold.
Her new body felt strange. She could feel everything, every touch, every sensation, but there was an underlying numbness. Her skin was smooth and flawless, her body temperature was a perfect 99, and her internal structure, made of wood and silicon, functioned impeccably. Yet, she felt hollow.
"I'm not even human anymore," she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible. It was a thought that had been nagging at her since the transformation, but she had pushed it aside, focusing on the immediate tasks and challenges. Now, in the stillness of the night, she couldn't escape it.
She touched her face, feeling the smoothness of her artificial skin. Her fingers traced the contours of her cheeks, her nose, her lips. It was her face, but it wasn't. It was a perfect replica, yet devoid of the imperfections that had made her… her.
"What have I become?" she wondered aloud, her voice trembling slightly. She missed the warmth of her old body, the way it ached after a long day of training, the way her stomach growled when she was hungry, the way her heart raced when she was excited or scared. Now, she was just a well-oiled machine, running on chakra and efficiency.
She tried to well up in her eyes with tears, but they didn't fall. She couldn't cry anymore. Even her emotions felt distant, muted by her new existence. She longed for the simple, human experience of shedding tears, of feeling the wetness on her cheeks, the release of pent-up sorrow. But that too had been taken from her.
She hugged herself tighter, trying to find some semblance of comfort. The stars above seemed to mock her, their cold light a stark contrast to the warmth she craved. She felt more alone than ever, trapped in a body that wasn't hers, living a life that felt increasingly foreign.
"What am I now?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "I used to be Naruto Uzumaki, the prankster, the outcast, the one who never gave up. Now I'm just… this."
The night stretched on, the stars continuing their silent vigil. Naruto remained on the rooftop, staring at the sky, her heart heavy with sadness and confusion. The dawn would come soon, bringing with it a new day and new challenges. But for now, she was just a lonely soul, lost in the vastness of the universe, searching for a way back to herself.
o—O—o
Naruto entered the Hokage's office, her steps precise and unwavering. It was time to submit a photo for her Shinobi registration. She approached Hiruzen's desk, her face devoid of any emotion, and handed him a photo.
Hiruzen sighed deeply, feeling the onset of a headache. "What is this, Naruto?"
Naruto's voice was flat and emotionless. "A photo."
Hiruzen pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yes, I can see that. What is on the photo?"
"My picture."
Hiruzen squinted at the photo, his frown deepening. "What are you wearing?"
"My default uniform. I cannot wear anything else for official reasons. Maybe whoever made this body had character problems."
"No, I mean, what's with the whole makeup?" He held up the photo, displaying Naruto's face adorned with garish clown makeup.
"It is essential to keep my face hidden. Shinobi secrecy. Dattebayo."
"But clown makeup? Seriously?"
"It looks—"
"No, it looks scary. Bring me a normal photo."
Naruto's expression didn't change, but there was a hint of what might have been irritation in her eyes. She almost glared at him, almost.
Hiruzen rubbed his temples. "Naruto, you can't submit a photo like this. It has to be a proper, normal photo."
Naruto's tone remained monotone. "Define normal."
Hiruzen sighed. "No clown makeup. Just your face, as you are."
Naruto tilted her head. "That's… disappointing. I thought it was a clever way to maintain my anonymity."
Hiruzen raised an eyebrow. "Anonymity? You're one of the loudest, most recognizable people in the village."
"Former loudest, I intend to continue pranking people with secrecy." Naruto's foot began tapping again. "It was a precaution. Dattebayo."
Hiruzen waved a hand dismissively. "Just get a new photo, Naruto. No makeup, no weird costumes. Just you."
Just then, the door slid open, and a young boy burst in. He had a pot on his head and was wearing a t-shirt that declared his mischievous intentions. "I'm here to defeat you, old man, and become the Hokage!" he proclaimed with youthful bravado.
Before he could come any further, his feet tangled in the blue scarf he was wearing, and he crashed to the ground with a thud. Hiruzen sighed again, the weight of the day pressing down on him.
The boy scrambled to his feet, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He quickly surveyed the room, his eyes landing on Naruto. "You! You tripped me!"
Naruto's response was as monotone as ever. "It was your own fault."
The boy, now more indignant, pointed a finger at her. "No, you did it! I saw you!"
Naruto tilted her head slightly. "Incorrect. You tripped over your own scarf. I was standing here the entire time."
Konohamaru's face turned red with frustration. "You're lying! No one trips over their own scarf unless someone else makes them!"
Naruto raised an eyebrow. "Your logic is flawed. Scarves are inherently trip hazards if not managed properly. Dattebayo."
The boy stomped his foot. "You're just making that up!"
At that moment, a man wearing sunglasses and a rather impressive scowl entered the room. "Konohamaru, this is not how you should behave as the honorable grandson of the Hokage."
Konohamaru huffed but quieted down, still glaring at Naruto. "But she—"
The tutor interrupted. "Enough. Apologize to the Hokage and our guest."
Konohamaru grumbled but muttered, "Sorry, old man. Sorry, weird girl."
Naruto shrugged, completely unbothered by the commotion. "It seems like a personal problem," she remarked, turning to leave the office.
As she walked away, Konohamaru shouted after her, "You are now my number one enemy, woman! I'll get you!"
Naruto paused at the door and turned her head slightly. "Good luck with that. Dattebayo."
Konohamaru fumed. "I'll show you! No one makes a fool out of me!"
The tutor sighed. "Konohamaru, you need to learn some respect. Now, let's get out of here before you cause more trouble."
Naruto turned back to Hiruzen. "I will get you a new photo, Hokage-sama."
Hiruzen sighed in relief. "Thank you, Naruto. Please, no more clown makeup."
Naruto nodded, her face still devoid of any emotion. "Understood. I will acquire a new photo. Dattebayo."
Hiruzen leaned back in his chair, watching as Naruto left the room. "Naruto," he called out.
She turned slightly, acknowledging him.
"You're doing well. Keep it up."
Naruto nodded again. "I intend to. Dattebayo."
She left the office, her mind already focused on the next task at hand: finding a way to get a more acceptable photo without compromising her so-called "shinobi secrecy." Meanwhile, Hiruzen rubbed his temples, muttering to himself. "What did I do to deserve this?"
The tutor adjusted his sunglasses, shaking his head. "It's just another day in Konoha, Hokage-sama. Just another day."
Meanwhile, Konohamaru stood fuming, plotting his next move against his newly declared nemesis, while Naruto continued on her way, her mind already focused on the next task at hand: finding a way to get a more acceptable photo without compromising her so-called "shinobi secrecy."
o—O—o
Then at the Academy, Naruto stepped inside the classroom, her new black frilly dress catching a few curious glances. She moved with an eerie grace and sat beside Sakura, who was busy doodling hearts around the name "Sasuke" in her notebook.
"Hello, Sakura-chan," Naruto greeted her, her voice devoid of emotion.
Sakura looked up, her eyes widening in surprise and suspicion. "Who are you?" she demanded, her mind racing with paranoia. 'She better not steal Sasuke away!'
"I am Naruto Uzumaki," Naruto replied in her monotone voice. "Dattebayo."
Sakura's eyes narrowed. "Yeah, right. Naruto is a loud, annoying boy. You're... you're a girl. And way too calm to be him."
Naruto tilted her head slightly, her expression blank. "It's a long story. But it is me, Sakura-chan."
"Prove it," Sakura challenged, folding her arms over her chest. "Tell me something only Naruto would know."
Naruto thought for a moment. "You have a birthmark shaped like a star on your lower back."
Sakura's face turned crimson. "How do you know that?!"
Naruto shrugged. "You showed it to me once when we were kids. You said it was your secret lucky charm."
Sakura's suspicion turned to confusion. "Well… that's… weird. But still, it doesn't mean you're Naruto."
Just then, Ino burst into the room, slightly out of breath. "Damn, I'm late to—YOU?!" She pointed an accusing finger at Naruto. "Naruto you freak, you emptied my wallet!"
Naruto looked at Ino, unperturbed. "Correction: you offered to pay for the clothes. Therefore, it was not theft but an accepted gift."
Ino's eyes flared with anger. "I didn't offer to pay for those clothes! You tricked me, you little—"
"I merely stated I was a model in need of assistance," Naruto said calmly. "Your assumption that I was wealthy was unfounded."
"What?!" Ino sputtered. "You lied! That's not logic, that's deceit!"
"It was a harmless prank," Naruto replied. "Besides, your generosity will be remembered. Dattebayo."
Ino fumed. "Generosity?! You conned me! And stop talking like a machine and saying 'dattebayo' like that, it's creepy!"
Sakura looked between them, her confusion growing. "Wait, Ino, you're saying this really is Naruto?"
Ino threw her hands up in exasperation. "I don't know what kind of crazy transformation jutsu this is, but yes! It's that idiot!"
"It was a jutsu accident."
Sakura turned to Naruto. "Okay, if you're really Naruto, what's your dream?"
"To become the greatest Hokage and have everyone in the village acknowledge my existence," Naruto replied without hesitation.
Sakura blinked, a hint of recognition dawning. "That… that sounds like Naruto."
Sasuke, who had been silently observing from his seat, finally spoke up. "You're really the loser?"
Naruto turned to him, her face emotionless but her words dripping with smugness. "I am, bastard."
"Prove it," Sasuke demanded, his eyes narrowing in challenge.
Naruto smirked ever so slightly. "I don't need to prove anything to you. But if you insist, I once pulled a prank on you by swapping your shampoo with hair dye."
Sasuke's eyes widened slightly. "That was you?"
Naruto nodded. "Indeed. Your hair was green for a week."
Before Sasuke could respond, Iruka entered the room, clipboard in hand. "Settle down, everyone," he called out, bringing the chatter to a halt. "Congratulations on your graduation. Today, we'll be assigning your teams."
The room buzzed with anticipation as Iruka began calling out names. "Team One—"
"Team Seven: Sasuke Uchiha, Sakura Haruno—"
"Ah-hah! Take that Ino-pig," Sakura exclaimed triumphantly.
"—and Naruto Uzumaki. Under Kakashi Hatake."
"Dattebayo," Naruto said, her voice still devoid of emotion but her words carrying a hint of satisfaction.
Sakura looked at her new teammate, still grappling with disbelief. "So, you really are Naruto? This is so weird."
Ino scowled. "Naruto, you better watch your back. I'm not done with you."
Naruto nodded. "Noted. Thank you for the clothes, Ino-san."
Sasuke simply shook his head, unable to make sense of the bizarre situation. "This is going to be interesting."
Meanwhile, Hinata was quietly sobbing at her desk, trying to hide her tears. Kiba, sitting beside her, sniffed the air curiously. "That new girl smells like silicon, wood, and paper," he remarked, his nose twitching. Shino, preoccupied with his own team assignments, didn't pay much attention. Choji munched on his chips, unfazed by the commotion around him, while Shikamaru was already snoring, head resting on his desk.
One by one, the new mentors arrived, taking their students along with them. Excited chatter filled the room as the newly formed teams left, eager to begin their ninja journeys. Team Seven, however, remained alone in the classroom, their new sensei nowhere in sight.
Three hours passed.
Sakura was growing impatient, tapping her fingers on her desk. "Where is he? This is ridiculous!" she exclaimed.
Sasuke leaned back in his bench, arms crossed, looking equally annoyed but keeping his cool. "Probably testing us or something," he muttered.
Naruto, meanwhile, sat perfectly still, save for her foot tapping rhythmically against the floor. The tension in the room grew until she finally stood up. "This is unacceptable," she declared in her emotionless tone. "If he is making us wait this long, he should be punished. I will prank him."
Sakura's eyes widened in horror. "No, Naruto! Don't do anything stupid that will get us into trouble. We can't afford to mess up on our first day as a team!"
Naruto ignored her, already scanning the room for potential prank materials. "He must learn that making us wait is a mistake," she said, her voice still flat but determined.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "What are you planning, loser?"
Naruto didn't respond directly, instead moving with purpose to gather supplies. She found some chalkboard erasers and rigged them above the door to fall when it was opened. Next, she set up a bucket of water balanced precariously on a ledge.
Sakura sighed in exasperation. "Naruto, this is a bad idea. What if he expels us from the shinobi programme before we even start?"
Naruto glanced at her. "If he expels us for this, then he is not the sensei we need."
Sasuke, despite his annoyance, couldn't help but be a little intrigued. "Fine, do what you want. Just don't drag me into it."
Naruto finished setting up her traps and stood back, admiring her work. "Perfect. Now we wait."
Sakura shook her head but couldn't help a small smile. "You're impossible, Naruto."
Minutes ticked by slowly, each one adding to the tension in the room. Sakura fidgeted nervously, Sasuke remained stoic, and Naruto stood by the door, ready to witness the results of her handiwork.
Finally, the door creaked open. The chalkboard erasers fell first, sending a cloud of white dust into the air. Almost simultaneously, the bucket of water tipped over, drenching the person who entered.
"Ah!" The voice of Kakashi Hatake came through the chaos. "Well, this is certainly an interesting welcome."
Naruto stepped forward, her face blank but her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Welcome, sensei. You were late."
Kakashi, wiping chalk dust and water off himself, looked at her with a mix of amusement and approval. "I see. Well, you're definitely not like other students. I suppose we should get started."
Sakura sighed in relief, realizing that Kakashi wasn't angry. Sasuke just shook his head, smirking slightly.
Naruto, her mission accomplished, simply said, "Dattebayo,"
As Kakashi entered the classroom, drenched and dusted, he looked around the room, his visible eye widening slightly in confusion. His gaze landed on the peculiar white-haired girl with blue eyes, dressed in a black, frilly outfit.
"Alright, which one of you is— wait, where's Uzumaki?" Kakashi asked, his confusion evident.
Naruto stepped forward, her expression blank. "I am Naruto Uzumaki. Dattebayo."
Kakashi stared at her for a long moment, processing this unexpected revelation. "You're Naruto? I thought he was a boy. What happened to you?"
Sakura, still a bit flustered from the prank and Kakashi's entrance, chimed in, "Yeah, sensei, it's a long story. Naruto kind of... changed."
Kakashi sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, this is certainly a new one. Alright, let's get outside and have a proper introduction. We need to talk."
As they headed out, Sasuke glanced at Naruto. "This is going to be interesting."
Once outside, Kakashi had them all sit down. "Alright, introductions. Let's start with you, white-haired girl—I mean, Naruto."
"You should go first, sensei," Sakura mumbled, shooting a wary glance at Naruto.
Kakashi's visible eye crinkled into a smile. "Me? Well, my name is Kakashi Hatake. I have no intention of telling you my likes and dislikes. Dreams for the future? I have lots of hobbies."
Sakura frowned, clearly annoyed. "What kind of introduction is that?"
Naruto, however, seemed unfazed. She looked at Kakashi, her face devoid of any emotion. "I am Naruto Uzumaki. My dream is to become the greatest Hokage and make everyone acknowledge me. Also, I love ramen. I hate the three minutes it takes for instant ramen to get ready. It's too long. Dattebayo."
Kakashi nodded slowly, still trying to wrap his head around the situation. "Alright, next. Pink hair."
Sakura took a deep breath, trying to focus on something other than the bizarre girl claiming to be Naruto. "I'm Sakura Haruno. My dream is... well..." She glanced at Sasuke and blushed. "Never mind." She then turned and glared at Naruto. "I hate people who are annoying and always getting in my way. Like Ino and... you."
Naruto remained expressionless. "Your hatred is noted, Sakura-chan."
Before Sakura could retort, Kakashi moved on. "And you, last but not least."
Sasuke rolled his eyes. "I'm Sasuke Uchiha. I have no dreams, only an ambition to restore my clan and kill a certain someone."
Kakashi sighed. "Great. Well, now that we have the introductions out of the way, let's get to the real test."
Sakura looked alarmed. "Real test? But we already graduated!"
Kakashi's visible eye curved into a crescent, indicating a smile. "Oh, that was just to see if you had the basic skills. Tomorrow, we'll have a more advanced test to see if you're really ready to be Genin. It has a very high failure rate."
Naruto's foot began tapping again. "What's the test?"
Kakashi leaned in, his voice low and mysterious. "Survival training. Meet me at the training grounds at 5 AM. And don't eat breakfast—you might throw up."
Sakura's eyes widened in disbelief. "Survival training? That sounds... intense."
Naruto remained unfazed. "I do not need breakfast. Ramen takes three minutes to cook, and that is unacceptable."
Sakura shot her a puzzled look. "You're really weird, you know that?"
Naruto nodded. "Affirmative. I am aware."
Kakashi chuckled, clearly amused by the interaction. "Alright, team. See you all tomorrow morning. Don't be late."
As Kakashi disappeared in a puff of smoke, Sakura turned to Naruto, frustration evident on her face. "Listen, Naruto, or whoever you are. Don't screw this up for us, okay?"
Naruto tilted her head slightly. "I will do my best, Sakura-chan. Dattebayo."
Sasuke, who had been silent throughout the exchange, finally spoke up. "You better not hold us back."
Naruto looked at him, her expression as blank as ever. "I will surpass all expectations, including yours, bastard. Dattebayo."
Sakura groaned. "This is going to be a long day."
As they all dispersed, preparing themselves for the challenge ahead, Naruto couldn't help but feel a small spark of excitement. Despite her new form and the challenges it brought, she was still determined to prove herself. Tomorrow would be her chance to show them all what she was capable of.
TBC
