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The morning sun had barely crested the walls of LittleRoad when Naruto and Jiraiya walked through its modest gates. Unlike Konoha's imposing entrance, these gates stood only twice the height of a man, their wood weathered but well-maintained. Two chūnin guards, looking significantly less bored than Kotetsu and Izumo usually did, snapped to attention at Jiraiya's approach.
"Jiraiya-sama," the taller of the two bowed deeply. "We received word of your arrival."
"At ease," Jiraiya waved casually. "Just passing through with my student."
Both guards' eyes shifted to Naruto, widening slightly at his Konoha headband. Naruto was used to being stared at, but this felt different – more curious than hostile.
"A student from the main village?" the shorter guard asked, poorly concealing his interest. "That's... unusual."
"Unusual is his specialty," Jiraiya chuckled. "Speaking of which, is Takeshi still running morning drills at the academy?"
"Yes, sir. They should be starting about now."
Jiraiya nodded, then turned to Naruto. "Time for your first lesson of the day – observation. Let's see how the other half trains."
They made their way through streets that were both familiar and strange to Naruto. The layout reminded him of Konoha's market district, but scaled down, more practical than decorative. Shopkeepers were setting up their stalls, and the smell of grilling fish and miso soup drifted from small restaurants. What caught his attention, though, were the people – civilians and shinobi alike seemed to know each other, exchanging greetings and casual conversation.
"It's like one big family," Naruto murmured.
"Smaller communities usually are," Jiraiya replied. "When your village only has a few hundred people, you tend to know everyone."
They rounded a corner, and Naruto got his first clear view of LittleRoad's ninja academy. The building was perhaps a third the size of Konoha's, constructed in a simple U-shape around a packed-dirt training yard. What immediately drew his eye were the students – about twenty of them, ranging from what looked like eight to twelve years old, all moving through synchronized kata under the watchful eye of a scarred instructor.
"That's Takeshi," Jiraiya whispered, nodding toward the instructor. "Former ANBU tracker, retired after losing his left eye. Now he trains the next generation."
Naruto studied the man's movements as he corrected a student's stance. Despite his apparent injury, every motion was precise, economical. No wasted energy.
"Their form is different," Naruto observed, watching the students. "More... flowing?"
"Good eye," Jiraiya smiled approvingly. "LittleRoad specializes in reconnaissance. Their basic kata emphasize smooth movement and quick transitions. Better for stealth."
A sharp whistle cut through the air, and the students immediately dropped their stances. Takeshi's voice carried clearly across the yard.
"Alright, morning warmup done. Partner up for chakra control exercises."
The students quickly paired off, each duo facing each other about two meters apart. Naruto leaned forward with interest as they began what looked like a simple chakra exercise – passing a leaf back and forth between them using only wind manipulation.
"But that's advanced training!" Naruto protested. "We didn't learn nature manipulation until—"
"Until you were a genin, yes," Jiraiya interrupted. "Different priorities here. Watch."
Naruto did. The students weren't using nearly as much chakra as he had when learning wind manipulation. Their movements were subtle, the leaves floating gently between partners rather than shooting across like missiles. One pair of students lost control of their leaf, sending it spiraling upward. Instead of panicking, they simply adjusted their stance and worked together to guide it back down.
"They're not competing," Naruto realized. "They're... cooperating?"
"Necessity," Jiraiya explained. "LittleRoad can't afford to waste chakra on flashy techniques. Their students learn control first, power later. Almost the opposite of Konoha's approach."
"Is that why they only go up to jōnin here?"
"Partly. But mostly it's about resources. Advanced techniques require specialized training, equipment, and supervision that satellite villages simply can't provide. That's why promising students often transfer to Konoha for advanced training."
Their conversation was interrupted by Takeshi's approach. The instructor moved silently despite the gravel underfoot – a habit from his ANBU days, Naruto supposed.
"Jiraiya-sama," Takeshi bowed slightly. "And this must be Uzumaki Naruto. Your reputation precedes you."
Naruto rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "Uh, good reputation or bad?"
"Interesting reputation," Takeshi's scared face cracked into a slight smile. "Not many genin can say they've fought Orochimaru and lived."
Several nearby students stopped their exercises, staring at Naruto with newfound interest. One small boy with messy brown hair actually dropped his leaf in surprise.
"Yamamoto! Focus!" Takeshi barked without turning around. The boy scrambled to retrieve his leaf, face reddening.
"Sorry about that," Takeshi turned back to them. "We don't get many visitors from the main village. Especially not famous ones."
"Famous?" Naruto blinked.
"News travels," Takeshi shrugged. "Even out here, we heard about the Chūnin Exams. The dead-last who mastered the Rasengan? The genin who fought Gaara of the Sand to a standstill? Those stories give my students hope."
"Hope?"
"That they can overcome their own limitations. That being from a satellite village doesn't mean they can't achieve great things." Takeshi's single eye studied Naruto intently. "Would you mind speaking with them briefly? It would mean a lot."
Naruto glanced at Jiraiya, who nodded almost imperceptibly.
"Sure, I guess," Naruto scratched his cheek nervously. "What should I say?"
"Just be honest," Takeshi turned to his class. "Everyone gather round! We have a special guest today."
The students quickly formed a semicircle, their earlier exercise forgotten. Naruto found himself the focus of twenty pairs of curious eyes. It was unnerving – he was used to being ignored or glared at, not looked at with something approaching admiration.
"Um, hi," he started awkwardly. "I'm Naruto. I'm... well, I'm from Konoha."
"Is it true you know a thousand jutsu?" one girl blurted out, then immediately covered her mouth in embarrassment.
Naruto couldn't help but laugh. "Not even close! I actually only know a few. But," he added, seeing their disappointed faces, "it's not about how many jutsu you know. It's about how well you use them."
"But you beat Gaara of the Sand!" another student protested. "And I heard he knows tons of techniques!"
"Yeah, but you know what really won that fight?" Naruto waited until they all leaned in expectantly. "Teamwork. And a whole lot of mistakes I learned from."
He saw Jiraiya raise an eyebrow at that last part.
"The thing is," Naruto continued, warming to his subject, "I used to think being a strong ninja meant knowing the most powerful jutsu or having the most chakra. But I was wrong. Some of the strongest shinobi I know barely use any jutsu at all."
"Like who?" the messy-haired boy – Yamamoto – asked.
"Like my friend Rock Lee. He can't use ninjutsu or genjutsu at all, but he's one of the strongest people I know. He works harder than anyone, and he never gives up."
Naruto saw several students exchange thoughtful looks. He remembered what Jiraiya had said about LittleRoad's limitations, and suddenly knew what he wanted to say.
"Everyone's path is different," he said, surprising himself with how serious he sounded. "It doesn't matter if you're from a big village or a small one. What matters is that you keep working, keep learning, and never give up on your dreams."
There was a moment of silence, broken by Takeshi's approving grunt.
"Well said," the instructor nodded. "Now, back to your exercises! And this time, I want to see perfect chakra control. No more dropped leaves!"
As the students dispersed, chattering excitedly among themselves, Takeshi turned back to Naruto.
"Thank you," he said simply. "They needed to hear that. Especially from someone like you."
"Someone like me?"
"Someone who proves that where you start doesn't determine where you'll end up."
"Wait, they know about my..." Naruto's words trailed off, making it clear what he was talking about.
"They do. Even a village like this one learns about all the Bijuus out there, and...let's say information finds a way to go even to the most remote places in the world."
As they left the academy grounds, Naruto was unusually quiet, processing what he'd seen and, somewhat to his surprise, what he'd said.
"Not bad, kid," Jiraiya finally broke the silence. "Not bad at all. Now, ready to start your own training? I promise it'll be much harder than passing leaves around."
Naruto groaned, but his heart wasn't in it. He was already thinking about seals, about the Uzumaki clan, about all the things he had yet to learn.
"Bring it on, Ero-sennin. I'm ready."
"We'll see about that," Jiraiya grinned ominously. "We'll definitely see about that."
The afternoon sun beat down on the small training ground behind LittleRoad's inn, where Naruto sat cross-legged before a spread of blank scrolls, brushes, and a small pot of what Jiraiya called "starter ink" – apparently, the real Chakraveil Ink was too dangerous for beginners.
"Again," Jiraiya instructed, watching as Naruto attempted to draw what seemed like the thousandth basic storage seal. "And this time, try not to make the third line look like a drunk snake drew it."
"It's harder than it looks!" Naruto protested, dipping his brush carefully. "My hands keep shaking."
"Because you're gripping the brush like you're trying to strangle it. Loose wrist, firm fingers. Like this." Jiraiya demonstrated the motion with his own brush, creating a perfect curved line.
Naruto tried to mimic the movement. The line came out wobbling like a dying earthworm.
"Better," Jiraiya lied encouragingly. "Now the connecting strokes—"
"WAIT!" Naruto yelped, but it was too late. His sleeve had dragged through the wet ink, smearing it across the scroll. The paper began to glow ominously.
"Oh sh—"
POOF!
When the smoke cleared, Naruto was missing both sandals and his jacket had somehow turned inside out while still being on his body.
"Well," Jiraiya coughed, waving away the lingering smoke, "at least you managed to seal something this time. Even if it was your own dignity."
"That's the third time!" Naruto struggled to right his jacket. "How did it even do that? I didn't finish the seal!"
"An incomplete seal is like an unfinished jutsu – the chakra has to go somewhere." Jiraiya picked up one of Naruto's displaced sandals from where it had mysteriously appeared in a nearby tree. "Usually somewhere embarrassing."
"This is impossible," Naruto grumbled, accepting his retrieved footwear. "Maybe the Uzumaki sealing thing skipped a generation."
"Problems with the young seal-maker?" a raspy voice called from behind them.
They turned to see an elderly man approaching, leaning on a gnarled walking stick. His white hair was pulled back in a traditional topknot, and his weathered face bore the kind of wrinkles that came from a lifetime of laughter rather than worry.
"Kosuke-san," Jiraiya straightened respectfully. "I didn't know you were still in LittleRoad."
"Where else would I be?" the old man chuckled. "Someone has to maintain the village's barrier seals." He peered at Naruto with keen interest. "And who might this be?"
"Uzumaki Naruto," Jiraiya answered before Naruto could. "My new apprentice."
Kosuke's eyes widened slightly. "Uzumaki, you say? Well, well... that explains what I was sensing."
"Sensing?" Naruto asked, curious despite his frustration.
"The chakra flow," Kosuke gestured vaguely with his free hand. "When you were attempting that storage seal. It has that distinctive Uzumaki... hmm, how to describe it... that whirlpool quality."
"Whirlpool quality?"
"Like water circling a drain, but with purpose." Kosuke shuffled closer, examining Naruto's failed attempts. "Yes, I see the problem. You're fighting your natural flow."
"Fighting my what now?"
"Here, let me show you." Kosuke lowered himself to the ground with surprising grace for his age. "Jiraiya-sama, may I?"
Jiraiya nodded, looking intrigued.
"Now then," Kosuke picked up a fresh scroll and brush. "Every clan has its own chakra characteristics. The Hyūga flow like a steady stream, the Uchiha like a contained fire. But the Uzumaki..." he began to draw, his strokes swift and sure despite his apparent age, "the Uzumaki flow like this."
Naruto watched in fascination as the old man created a series of spiraling lines that somehow came together into a perfect storage seal.
"See how the lines curve? How they flow into each other? That's the natural Uzumaki style. I had the privilege of watching several Uzumaki seal masters work, back in my younger days. They never drew straight lines if they could help it."
"You knew other Uzumaki?" Naruto leaned forward eagerly.
"Oh yes," Kosuke smiled at the memory. "They would visit sometimes, to maintain the more complex barrier seals around the village. Fascinating people. Their chakra moved like nobody else's."
He picked up another scroll. "Here, try it this way. Instead of fighting to make straight lines, let your chakra guide the brush. Like this." He demonstrated a slower version of the spiral pattern.
Naruto picked up his brush, trying to mimic the movement. To his surprise, it felt... easier. More natural. The lines still weren't perfect, but they flowed better.
"There you go," Kosuke nodded approvingly. "You've got the touch. Just like that red-haired kunoichi who used to visit. What was her name..." he tapped his chin thoughtfully.
Naruto's brush paused mid-stroke. "Red-haired?"
"Oh yes, beautiful woman. Fierce too. Could create seals faster than anyone I've ever seen. It was like watching an artist paint, but with raw chakra as her medium." Kosuke's eyes grew distant with remembrance. "She had a way of making seals sing. Not literally, mind you, though I wouldn't have put it past her. The chakra just... resonated somehow."
Naruto glanced at Jiraiya, who had suddenly become very interested in a nearby tree.
"What... what was she like?" Naruto asked carefully.
"Like a summer storm," Kosuke replied immediately. "Bright and powerful and full of life. She'd come through every few months, check the barrier seals, maybe teach a trick or two to our local seal-makers. Always had a smile and a kind word, even when she was clearly tired from missions."
He peered at Naruto's latest attempt. "Ah, now that's more like it! See how the chakra flows naturally when you don't force it?"
Naruto looked down at his seal. The lines weren't perfect, but they had a certain... rhythm to them. Like waves on a beach, or...
"Like a whirlpool," he murmured.
"Exactly!" Kosuke beamed. "That's your heritage showing through, boy. The Uzumaki were artists as much as warriors. They understood that sealing isn't about dominating chakra – it's about guiding it. Like redirecting a river rather than trying to stop it."
He pushed himself to his feet with a small grunt. "Well, I should be going. These old bones need their rest. But remember what I showed you about the flow. And if you're still in town tomorrow, come by the barrier station. I might have a few more Uzumaki tricks to share."
They watched the old man shuffle away, his walking stick tapping a gentle rhythm on the packed earth.
"Ero-sennin," Naruto said quietly, still looking at his scroll. "That woman he mentioned..."
"Another time, kid," Jiraiya cut him off gently. "For now, focus on what he taught you about the flow. Try another seal."
Naruto wanted to protest, to demand answers about the mysterious red-haired kunoichi. But something in Jiraiya's tone made him hold back. Instead, he picked up his brush again, closed his eyes for a moment, and let his chakra guide his hand.
The lines curved and spiraled, each stroke flowing naturally into the next. It wasn't perfect – far from it – but it felt right in a way his earlier attempts hadn't.
"Better," Jiraiya nodded, his usual teasing tone replaced with something more serious. "Much better. Now do it again. And remember what Kosuke said – you're not fighting the chakra, you're guiding it."
As the afternoon wore on, Naruto continued practicing, each attempt bringing him closer to understanding what the old seal master had meant. His heritage wasn't just about blood or clan names – it was there in every stroke of his brush, in the way his chakra wanted to move.
He had a thousand questions about the red-haired woman, about the Uzumaki clan, about their sealing techniques. But for now, he focused on the scrolls before him, letting his chakra flow like the whirlpools his clan was named for.
Sometimes, he thought he could almost hear the seals singing.
The sun had long since set over LittleRoad, but Naruto remained in the training ground, surrounded by dozens of failed attempts at creating a light seal. Jiraiya had retired to the inn hours ago, muttering something about "research" that Naruto deliberately chose not to think about too deeply.
"Focus on the flow," he muttered to himself, remembering Kosuke's words as he prepared another scroll. The evening air was cool against his skin, and the only light came from a few distant lanterns and the half-moon overhead.
Perfect conditions for testing a light seal – if he could ever get one to work properly.
His first attempts had either fizzled uselessly or exploded with the brightness of a thousand suns, temporarily blinding him and probably half the village. The last one had somehow created darkness instead of light, which Jiraiya had found hilarious before wandering off to "let you figure this one out yourself, kid."
"Alright," Naruto dipped his brush in the starter ink, taking a deep breath. "One more try."
He closed his eyes, feeling the chakra flow through his arm, into the brush, following the natural spiraling pattern that felt more familiar with each attempt. The basic framework of a light seal wasn't complex – at least according to Jiraiya's explanation. It was all about converting chakra into visible energy.
"Like the sun," he remembered Kosuke saying during their afternoon lesson. "It doesn't force light out into the world. It simply allows its energy to radiate naturally."
The brush moved in smooth curves, each stroke flowing into the next. Naruto kept his eyes closed, trusting his chakra to guide his hand. The Uzumaki way, as Kosuke had called it.
"Let it flow, let it flow, please don't explode," he chanted under his breath, completing the final spiral. He opened one eye cautiously, studying his work.
The seal looked... different from his previous attempts. Where before he'd tried to make everything symmetrical and precise, this one had an organic quality to it. The lines curved like waves, like wind, like...
"Like a whirlpool," he smiled slightly.
Now came the tricky part. Channeling chakra into a seal was like pouring water into a cup – too little and nothing happened, too much and everything went spectacularly wrong. He placed his hand near the seal, not touching it directly (he'd learned that lesson after his third eyebrow-singing incident).
"Easy does it," he whispered, letting his chakra seep toward the seal. "Nice and slow..."
The ink began to glow softly, the spiral pattern illuminating one curve at a time. Naruto held his breath, waiting for the familiar sensation of something going wrong – the chakra surge that preceded an explosion, the sudden drain that meant the seal was failing, the weird tickling that usually meant he was about to lose another piece of clothing to the mysterious forces of failed sealing.
But nothing went wrong.
Instead, the seal continued to glow, its light steady and warm, filling the small clearing with a gentle radiance that reminded him of sunrise. The light seemed to pulse slightly, matching the rhythm of his chakra flow.
"I... I did it?" Naruto stared at the seal in disbelief. "I actually did it!"
"Not bad, kid," Jiraiya's voice came from behind him, making him jump. "Not bad at all."
"Ero-sennin! How long have you been there?"
"Long enough to see you finally figuring it out." Jiraiya stepped into the seal's light, examining the pattern. "Interesting design. Not traditional, but effective."
"Is it supposed to pulse like that?"
"No, but that's not necessarily a bad thing." Jiraiya crouched down to study the seal more closely. "See how the light follows your chakra rhythm? That's a distinctly Uzumaki characteristic. Their seals often had a... living quality to them."
Naruto watched the gentle pulsing of the light, mesmerized. "It's like it's breathing."
"Exactly. Most seal makers try to eliminate that kind of variation, but the Uzumaki..." Jiraiya traced one of the spiral patterns with a finger, careful not to touch the ink, "they learned to work with it. To make it part of the seal's strength."
"Like going with the flow instead of fighting it?"
"You're catching on." Jiraiya stood, brushing dirt from his knees. "Though I notice this seal isn't quite what I asked for."
"What? But it works! It makes light!"
"I asked for a seal that would provide steady illumination for mission work. This..." he gestured at the gently pulsing light, "is more like a nightlight."
Naruto opened his mouth to protest, then closed it, studying his creation. The light was softer than he'd intended, more soothing than practical. "I messed up, didn't I?"
"Did you?" Jiraiya raised an eyebrow. "The seal works. It's stable. It's not trying to blind anyone or create eternal darkness. By any reasonable measure, this is a successful first seal."
"But it's not what you asked for."
"No, it's not. It's better."
"Better? How?"
Jiraiya sat down beside the seal, motioning for Naruto to join him. "What's the primary use of a light seal in the field?"
"Um, to see in the dark?"
"Think bigger. Why would a ninja need light?"
Naruto frowned, considering. "To... read maps? Set up camp? Help injured teammates?"
"Exactly. And in those situations, what kind of light would be more useful – a harsh, bright light that ruins your night vision, or a gentle glow that lets you work while staying adapted to the darkness?"
"Oh." Naruto looked at his seal with new appreciation. "So I accidentally made something useful?"
"You listened to your instincts and created something that felt right to you." Jiraiya poked Naruto's forehead protectively. "That's the mark of a true seal maker. Anyone can copy existing designs, but creating something new, something that works with your own nature – that's art."
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, watching the seal's gentle pulsing. Naruto thought about Kosuke's words, about the red-haired kunoichi who made seals sing. He wondered if her seals had pulsed like this, if they had followed the same natural rhythm he'd discovered.
"Hey, Ero-sennin?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you think..." Naruto hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Do you think my parents would be proud? Of this?" He gestured at the seal.
Jiraiya was quiet for a long moment. When he spoke, his voice was uncharacteristically gentle. "Yeah, kid. I think they'd be very proud."
Another silence fell, broken only by the distant sounds of the village and the soft hum of the seal.
"We should probably pack up," Jiraiya finally said, standing. "Early start tomorrow."
"Can I keep it?" Naruto asked, nodding toward the seal. "As a reminder of my first success?"
"Sure. Just remember – this is only the beginning. Light seals are academy-level stuff compared to what's ahead."
"I know." Naruto carefully rolled up the scroll, handling it like something precious. "But everyone has to start somewhere, right?"
"Right." Jiraiya ruffled his student's hair affectionately. "Come on, let's get some sleep. Tomorrow we start on barrier seals, and trust me – you'll need all your energy for that."
As they walked back toward the inn, Naruto clutched his scroll, feeling the gentle pulse of chakra through the paper. It wasn't perfect, wasn't exactly what had been asked for, but it was his. His first real step into the world of sealing, into his heritage.
And somewhere, he hoped, a red-haired kunoichi was smiling.
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