Naruto:The Yajuu Sannin

"Good. Now that this mess is cleared up, let us return to the Hokage." He took the scroll off his back and handed it to the young boy. "Are you sure I can trust you with this?" The blonde beamed and secured the scroll to his back as the ANBU agent picked up the beaten form of Mizuki. "Then let's be on our way."

(Days Later)

The Sandaime sat in his office puffing away at this pipe, glad that the previous day's events had finally blown over. The suspect had been apprehended, the scroll had been returned, and the boy had even learned a highly advanced jutsu for his trouble. Of course he had received a rather scathing lecture once he had returned, but, in the end, he had let Iruka's decision stand. If it hadn't been for Mizuki's meddling, he was sure Naruto would have passed the graduation problem without a problem.

This, however, created two problems. The boy finally knew his dark secret, or one of them at least. He had been worried about the boy's reaction to hearing such world crushing news, but the boy had bounced back as determined as ever. It wasn't every day that you found out why the entire civilian population of the village decided to hate you. His reaction had been a testament of the boy's resolve and of his bond with his teacher. He made sure to remember to give Iruka a slight bump in his paycheck in the upcoming weeks.

The other issue regarded the selection of teams for the new batch of genin. With Naruto now added to the mix, he would have to rearrange the team selections. He had originally considered the possibility of throwing Sasuke, Naruto, and Sakura together to form the standard dead last with rookie and kunoichi of the year combination, but eventually tossed that idea out the window.

While he was very impressed with Sakura's intelligence, he found her actual skill level lacking for one labeled as the academy's top kunoichi. After much debate, he decided to shift her over to team eight with Kurenai Yuhi. The woman would serve as a fine role model for the young girl. She would be sure to knock any whimsical ideas out of the little girl's head and mold her into a fine soldier. With Kurenai as her teacher and her impeccable chakra control, he was sure that she had the potential to turn into a truly talented genjutsu specialist.

As he looked over the new roster one last time, he could not help but smile as the latest iteration of team seven reminded him of the previous incarnation that had served under Jiraiya. Those piercing black and white eyes paired with that signature blond hair brought back both wonderful and painful memories of the trio, each of whom left a permanent mark on the history of the village. He signed off on his last decision of the night before finally deciding to head to bed. The stack of paperwork for tomorrow would surely be there when he returned.

Across the village, Naruto lay on his bed staring up at the headband in his hands. He had done it. He was finally a shinobi.

Yet he still felt like he hadn't deserved it, no matter what Iruka reassured him. He didn't care what Mizuki did. Sure he may have altered his scores, but he had still fallen for his ploy like a desperate child. Yet the Sandaime had still approved Iruka's decision and let him be a shinobi, even after falling for such an obvious and stupid trap.

He was going to make it up to the old man for all of the trouble, and not just by being the best dam shinobi he could. Maybe he could do something to lighten up his work schedule. Just another thing to add to the back burner.

Speaking of his projects, he double-checked to ensure that his security seals were in place before he ducked his head under his bed. He rummaged inside his bag and pulled out the scroll he had been careful to hide from the Hokage. Jiji already knew he could perform the other technique so he wouldn't mind if he made a copy of the other one right? Even though guilt racked through his body, Naruto opened up the scroll to the jutsu that he finally had a name to, the hiraishin no jutsu.

Whoever named the thing certainly had an air for the theatric. Flying thunder god jutsu indeed.

All in all, he was extremely lucky that the jutsu did not require handsigns or else he may have never figured it out. It would have been impossible to solve problem with only half the information. The more he had looked between the seal from the scroll and the seal on the kunai the more he could tell that they had been developed by two different people. The bulk of the schematics were the same, but there were several minor improvements in the version from the kunai. Theatrical or not, whoever redesigned the seal was a genius. The overall shape of the seal had been completely overhauled and shaped to fit inside the kanji of endurance, love, and sword. Why it was designed that way, he hadn't the faintest idea, but he was ready to find out.

He was getting ready to jot down some new notes when there was a rapid knock on his door. Who could it possibly have been at this hour? It was nearly 10:30. He opened the door to find nothing but air staring back at him. He glanced up and down the street, but found no one around. Despite the apparent bareness, he could still feel a lingering gaze bearing straight at him. He looked down and was surprised to find a nicely wrapped orange box with a blue ribbon sitting on his doorstep.

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