Sarutobi Asuma couldn't believe it. His own father had told him that he was practically useless as a sensei in the case of his most advanced student. It hurt his pride more than the old man had realised. So here he was seething as he walked down the main street of the village, wondering why the blond had been capable of beating him.

Thinking back on it, the child was fast, it was obvious that he was using a lot of chakra to speed up his muscle movements, however his reaction time was what made him so dangerous at close range, however he did it, his reflexes were easily far beyond that of a Sharingan… it was almost as if the blond knew what he would do before he even started the action.

And then there was the child's 'chakra nullification' as he called it. What caught Asuma's eye about that technique wasn't the fact that it stopped his ninjutsu, it was HOW it stopped it. The technique hadn't simply disappeared, it had dispersed, which got the Jōnin thinking about it and in the end he managed to come up with a single possibility, the blond wasn't nullifying the chakra like he made it sound, he was nullifying the manipulation. Without either shape or nature manipulation, chakra was nothing more than a useless gas that would simply disappear into the air. Of course if the Jōnin was right about what the blond was doing then he could render any purely chakra based attacks obsolete, however using chakra to move a solid substance was a completely different matter all together. Even if the chakra was cut off then the substance would still maintain its momentum and strike down the blond if he didn't dodge it. So in other words, the technique wasn't a perfect long range counter and anything that was thrown at him was still very dangerous.

The more Asuma thought about what he had learned about the blond during their small spar, the more it dawned on him just how advanced the genin was, not just for his age but for any ninja of Konoha… thinking about it the child was quite easily a future candidate for the position of Hokage.

And with his mind focused on his whiskered student, Asuma proceeded to enter a small bar and start drinking.

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Thinking back on his spar with Asuma, Naruto couldn't help but berate himself on his performance. Sure he had managed to hold his own against the older man in taijutsu, however he had also slightly overloaded his muscles courtesy of using a little too much chakra in them so he could keep up with his sensei… even if he was still forced to read where the Jōnin would dodge and strike there before the man had a chance to avoid him again.

"What's the problem Naru-chan?" came a question from a familiar red blob as she watched her son sit on his bed with disappointment clear on his face.

"(sigh) if Asuma-sensei hadn't given up then and decided to go back into a taijutsu match with me, I would've probably lost," the spiky haired youth admitted surprising his invisible guardians.

"Why? It looked like you were kicking his ass back then," Shigaraki stated what the rest were thinking.

"(sigh) I was only capable of keeping up with him by overloading my muscles with chakra… if he was to continue fighting me then I would've either been forced to cut the chakra to my muscles and be overwhelmed by his strength and speed, or seriously damage them in simple sparring," Naruto explained, causing his mothers eyes to narrow at that piece of information.

"So you're saying that you could've possibly ended your shinobi career over a simple spar with your Jōnin instructor?!" Kushina shouted angrily at his 'foolishness'.

"Trust me, I wouldn't do something that stupid, I was going to turn the pace down if he didn't give up then," the whiskered blond explained calmly as he let his furyoku flow through his body, speeding up his natural recovery as his cells started to repair themselves courtesy of the extra energy given to them.

"…(sigh) fine then, are you healing yourself now?"

"Of course Kaasan, now would you please let me sleep?" the spiky haired boy asked as he proceeded to walk towards his bed, only to hear the voice of a familiar kitsune.

"And what about your private study?" Imari asked in a 'you're not getting out of it that easily' tone.

"Not tonight, I know D-ranks are just household chores but that doesn't mean I want to be tired for my first one… I wonder if we'll be chasing the daimyo's cat… that's supposed to be a living hell," the azure eyed child muttered out in curiosity.

"And you think you'll have trouble with an animal why?" Shigaraki asked as he thought over what might happen if they were assigned to catch the cat.

"I don't but it will be interesting to see just how determined the cat is to escape the woman," Naruto answered with a small smile before collapsing on his bed and before Imari could say anything, he was fast asleep.

"Well you can give him one day off," the red Tanuki said.

"Shut up Shigaraki."

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The wife of the fire daimyo couldn't believe it… everyone else could but she couldn't. After years of crushing hugs, Tora had quite literally exploded in her arms, his blood soaked fur and fractured bones decorating the Hokage's office as the woman stared at her dead pet in disbelief.

"Wow… and I thought I had a death grip."

No one could bring themselves to shout at Naruto as he made that comment because despite the callousness of it, the woman had quite literally crushed her pet to death.

With her brain finally catching onto the truth of the situation, the obese woman broke down in tears as all but the secretary (who was busy cleaning up the mess) watched, quietly mourning the unfortunate animal.

"Uh, excuse me, Madamu Shijimi, but we're supposed to be getting a new mission so could you please leave?" the uncaring blond asked as he pointed towards the door, prompting the sobbing woman to glare at him as best she could.

"Y-you! I've just lost my precious and that's all you can say?!" the daimyo's wife shouted in rage as she dropped the remains of the cat and stomped towards the blond.

"Well you were the one that hugged it so hard it burst," came the deadpanned reply as the other ninja's in the room stared at him in disbelief… that boy was actually talking back to the daimyo's wife.

"S-shut up! You know nothing!"

"Meh, so what? You can always get another one, that is until you burst that one as well," came the calm response from the whiskered blond, causing the woman to suddenly turn quiet before bursting into tears and running out of the room. For several seconds there was an unholy silence until the blue eyed boy spoke once again, "so did you read her mind Ino?"

"Yeah," came the other blonds' calm response, shocking the rest of the ninja at the fact that she had actually risked the mind of the woman, "she's not going to get another pet."

"Oh well… at least that means she won't harm anymore," Naruto stated calmly as the other inhabitants stared in shock at his callousness.

"But was going that far really necessary Naruto-sama?" the young secretary asked before finding herself surrounded by ANBU on all sides, not so much as flinching at the rapid response from the team that was hidden in the room.

"ANBU stand down," the Sandaime ordered, surprising the armoured ninjas at his quick dismissal of the secretary.

"But Hokage-sama! Don't you realise that her voice is wrong?" a purple haired woman wearing a cat mask asked the aged leader in shock.

"Indeed I know that isn't her voice, however I also know the voice you just heard and they are not hostile," the robed figure stated, causing the ANBU to hesitantly lower their ninjato, "so do you mind telling me where my real secretary is Imari?"

"Just getting you some premium coffee from a small shop on the outskirts of town," the woman answered before dropping the remains of the cat onto the rest of it and giving it a kick. What happened next surprised most occupants of the room, as the bloody mess suddenly warped and twisted into the shape of a large, red Tanuki wearing a conical hat.

"Ow! What the hell was that for Imari?!" the red Tanuki shouted indignantly scaring all but two humans in the room.

"The daimyo's wife is gone, you don't need to pretend to be a dead cat anymore," came the monotone response from the 'secretary' before her form started to twist, once again causing shock to permeate the room as her true form was revealed to the spectators.

"That doesn't mean you should kick me you bitch!" came Shigaraki barked back angrily.

"Don't call me a dog you retarded racoon!" the normally apathetic kitsune shouted angrily.

"Racoon? I'm a Tanuki you blind whore!" and with that the ninja could only stare dumbfounded as the two Yamagi shouted insults back and forth.

"(sigh) That's enough you two! Both of you shut up or you'll trade places with Kouki and Zenki!" an irritated blond shouted causing the two to suddenly become very quiet.

"Now may I ask why you thought it was a good idea to make Madamu Shijimi think she'd killed her cat?" the Hokage asked seriously.

"(sigh) actually Shigaraki was supposed to go home with her and pretend to get eaten or something," the genin stated as he stared at the Tanuki.

"What?! I didn't know she'd crush me like that, hell by the time I realised the Oversoul wouldn't survive her hug all I could do was change my shape… and that was the first thing that came to mind," the red shapeshifter stated before turning his head away from the shaman.

"Whoa, whoa, did you just say the Oversoul wouldn't survive her hug?" the cloaked blond asked in disbelief, earning a nod off the Tanuki, "damn, just how tight is her grip?"

"Uh… Naruto-kun… what's an Oversoul, what are those things and why isn't Hokage-sama surprised?" Ino asked in uncertainty.

"(sigh) clan secrets… and Hokage-sama's already met them," the blond stated calmly, causing everyone to turn towards the aged leader who just looked on blankly.

"I have a question for you Naruto… where is the real Tora?" Sarutobi asked calmly, hoping that the cat was at least going to get looked after.

"Right here," came the simple response from the blond before he lifted his cloak to reveal a peacefully sleeping cat cradled in one of his arms.

"And what exactly do you intend on doing with it?"

"Keep it away from Madamu Shijimi," came the deadpanned reply that caused the Hokage to look at him like he'd grown another head.

"And where do you intend on keeping it?"

"I've got a friend I met on one of my travels that loves cats, I'm pretty sure she'd be more than happy to look after it," the young shaman said with a smile.

"And where is this friend of yours?" Sarutobi asked, fully expecting the blond to say somewhere suicidal.

"Kumo," yep, he was right, though the old man would admit he expected the blond to say Iwa… but thinking about it, his mother probably wouldn't let him go there, at least Kumo loved jinchūriki like Konoha loved bloodlines… sure they loved bloodlines as well but they still loved jinchūriki.

"And may I ask who this friend of yours is exactly?"

"The jinchūriki of the Nibi," the blond stated calmly.

"As in the bijū that takes the form of a cat?" the aged hokage asked blankly, earning a nod of confirmation from the whiskered child, "and exactly how do you plan on getting Tora over there?"

"Shigaraki knows how to fly," Naruto stated with a grin, only for the Tanuki to look at him blankly.

"I might know how to fly but that doesn't mean I'm good at it," the red Tanuki stated blankly, confusing most people in the room as to how a Tanuki could possibly fly.

"Well it's either you or Imari, and when you consider the fact that Imari refuses to let me out of her sight so I don't skip out on training you're the only option," the blue eyed boy stated, completely ignoring the blank stares coming from the rest of the occupants of the room.

"Hey Imari, how about if I look over Naruto-sama's training?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"You're an even bigger slob than Naruto-sama," the white porcelain kitsune stated calmly.

"I'M NOT A SLOB!" came the indignant cry of BOTH Shigaraki and Naruto… oh how they hated Imari's definition of a slob (anyone that would sleep more than five hours a day and work less than eighteen).

"I would have to agree with Naruto-kun Imari… by your definition nearly everyone is a slob," the aged leader stated, earning a glare off the nearly three thousand year old mountain spirit.

"(sigh) well anyway," the blond (male) genin said, breaking the mood in the process, "I think we're supposed to either get a new mission or finish for the day aren't we?"

"Ah yes, that is correct Naruto-kun, team ten, you are free to leave," the aged leader stated with an air of authority before Imari and Shigaraki suddenly disappeared and Naruto picked up two small pebbles that appeared where the duo once stood.

"See ya Jiji," the young blond said as soon as he had picked up the stones, before he casually waltzed out of the room, immediately followed by the rest of his team who couldn't help but think about what Imari and Shigaraki were.

"Naruto, would you care to explain what those… things were?" Asuma asked the blond hoping he would give him at least enough information to put him at ease concerning the blonds 'partners'.

"Let's see… ah… um… no," came the reply after the blond put an exaggerated amount of thought behind the statement.

"Look Naruto, if I don't know what you can do then I can't help you learn to control your skills better," the chain smoker stated in an attempt to convince the blond to share something with him.

"And you think you can teach me better than a pair of Yamagi that are nearly three thousand years old?" came the whiskered boy's response, "now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to prepare Tora something for the trip to Kumo," and with that said the blond walked away from his team, the fat cat hidden under his robe.

"What the hell did he mean by that?" Ino asked as she processed what the blond said about Yamagi.

"I don't know, but the more I learn the less comfortable I feel about that boy," Asuma admitted as he watched the young shaman walk away calmly.

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"I hope you realise that Asuma is getting really uncomfortable with you because of your stubbornness," Kushina stated as she watched her son write a letter and pack a few essentials for the cat in his 'casual' outfit this time wearing a red shirt instead of orange one like he did during the academy exam.

"Yeah he does seem to be quite worried about my skills, can't really blame him either when you consider my status as a jinchūriki," the spiky haired blond admitted casually.

"Then why do you refuse to tell him about your abilities as a shaman?" the red blob asked in confusion.

"And exactly how is saying 'I see dead people' going to help?" the whiskered boy deadpanned.

"You don't have to phrase it like that," the emerald eyed spirit stated blankly, "but I guess I can see why you don't want to tell him… it could make you sound insane."

"So it's settled then, I'm not going to tell him anything," Naruto said chirpily before rolling up the letter.

"Huh? WHEN DID I SAY THAT!" the youngest spirit shouted indignantly at her son's answer.

"Just then, after all if he sends me to the shrinks then how the hell am I going to continue being a ninja?" the genin asked as he placed Tora in a small cage with some food and a baby bottle of diluted milk for it to drink, "alright Shigaraki, take Tora to Kumo's kitty cat," the young shaman ordered as he bound the Tanuki's soul to his pebble, watching calmly as it shifted into the form of a large hawk and pick up the cage and letter before rocketing out of the window at speeds too great for any normal bird to reach.

"Well now that you've dealt with the cat, it's time for you to make up for skiving last night," Imari said with nothing but seriousness, causing the blond to simply nod in affirmation, fully expecting the situation since the night before, "well then, why don't we work on your weakest area, necromancy."

"Eh? Why do I have to practice my necromancy? You know how much I hate defiling corpse's like that," the azure eyed child asked with sadness clear in his voice.

"Well you wouldn't have to if you hadn't decided to get some extra sleep last night," the white fox told him with a malicious grin,

"You can be really evil at times you know," the whiskered child stated before proceeding to Oversoul Kouki and Zenki in a pair of paper tags and leave his apartment.

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Taking a deep breath out before placing a cigarette to his lips, Sarutobi Asuma couldn't help but start mumbling to no-one as he stared at a name on a single headstone, Sarutobi Biwako.

"(sigh) I can't believe how much dad trusts Naruto… what's worse is that he refuses to tell me anything… (sigh) what would you do if you were in my position?" the bearded Jōnin asked as he tried to think about what his mother would've done if she was in his shoes.

"She would've kicked his ass until he told her," came a familiar voice from behind him, causing him to turn around and look at his blond student and blink at the difference in his attire.

"Two things, how the hell do you know that and what the hell is up with those clothes?" the bearded Jōnin asked, beginning to feel slightly angry at the idea that his father had told the blond about the dead woman.

"About how I know what she was like… if I told you, you wouldn't believe me… and what's wrong with my clothes?" the blue eyed child asked with a noticeable amount of anger in the last part, easily surprising the Jōnin.

"Well the problem with your clothes is that they're too bright and impractical for a ninja to wear, so why are you wearing them?" Asuma asked seriously.

"Because I'm off duty of course, unlike you I actually have a different wardrobe for casual wear," the spiky haired shaman stated calmly, earning a blank stare off his 'sensei'.

"(sigh) and what if you're suddenly called on a mission or the village is invaded?" the chain smoker asked, trying to get the blond to realise that there was a reason for a ninja to wear practical clothing all the time.

"(sigh) I know you don't trust me, but please understand that if anything serious like that DID happen, I would've had more than enough time to prepare courtesy of my spy network," Naruto stated calmly, causing Asuma to raise an eyebrow at the blonds' confidence in his spy network.

"And what if something escaped your spy networks gaze?" the older of the two asked curiously.

"If something managed to get through my spy network, then we would all be dead before we even realised it was there," the whiskered blond said without hesitation.

"(sigh) you seem overconfident about this spy network of yours, so tell me, what would you do if it did fail you?" Asuma asked seriously.

"I know you won't believe me, but it won't fail me for anything less than the Nidaime Tsuchikage… and the so called 'invisible man' is long dead," the spirit user stated calmly, earning yet another sigh of annoyance off his sensei.

"That's it, I give up, you can just be caught off guard for all I care," and with that said Asuma left the cemetery.

"(sigh) I still don't understand why I need to learn this damn skill," the blond muttered to himself before channelling his furyoku, not really bothering about the fact his sensei was spying on him... he had already wasted time by talking to the man and Imari was getting pissed off about it.

From his position overlooking the graveyard, Asuma suddenly felt his blood run cold as fear overtook his mind… it wasn't supposed to be possible for corpse's to suddenly erupt from the ground and start walking. It was after several minutes of watching the blond stand with his arms outstretched to his sides that things began to get even weirder for the Jōnin as the corpses that lacked any flesh suddenly started to come apart before rearranging themselves into what could only be described as a bijū sized skeleton.

Quickly cutting the flow of chakra in his coils, the Jōnin confirmed to himself that what he seeing wasn't an illusion, but that there really was a giant skeleton that seemed to follow his student's movements. So without taking another pause, the bearded Jōnin fled the scene to inform his father… hopefully the Hokage would see sense and challenge the blonds' activities, that is if he believed that the child could animate corpses.

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Hiruzen couldn't help but let out a tired sigh as his clones finally dispersed after finishing signing the masses of paperwork he had been given during the day. Calmly standing up and walking over to his desk, he opened one of the draws and placed his favourite little orange book in it before closing the desk.

Letting out a yawn, he made his way to the door of his office… before his reflexes kicked in and he suddenly found himself in a defensive stance with a kunai in hand as he stood face to face with his son as the door slammed open.

Silence reigned as the two simply stood blinking at each other, until Asuma decided to break the silence.

"Hokage-sama, can I talk to you about Naruto?" the chain smoker asked seriously, earning an exasperated sigh off the older man.

"What is it this time Asuma?" the aged leader couldn't help but ask with annoyance clear in his tone.

"I know this might sound stupid… but I've just seen him animate an entire graveyard and use the corpses to create some kind of giant," the Jōnin stated, fully expecting his father to argue with his statement on it being impossible.

"And your point is?" the Sandaime asked, shocking the younger of the duo with his simple acceptance of the statement.

"What do you mean by that?" the trench knife user asked in disbelief.

"Well I am fully aware of ALL of Naruto's abilities, including his skill in necromancy… or as he prefers to call it, boneyard sorcery," the old man stated calmly, causing a tense silence to fill the room as the two simply looked at each other, one in disbelief and the other with a blank expression on his face.

"And you aren't even asking where he's learning this stuff?"

"Of course not, Naruto has happily SHOWN me where he's learning all his skills," the pipe smoking Kage stated calmly, further shocking his son, "now if you don't mind, I'm tired so please move and let me go home."

With that said, the younger of the two moved to the side and allowed his father to leave the room. Standing on his own, Asuma couldn't help but think about what his father had told him… Naruto had not just told him where he was learning his skills, he had actually shown him where he found these skills in the first place and the more experienced man had accepted that the blond wasn't a threat to the village despite the skills he refused to share with him.

Letting out a deep breath, he decided that if his father wasn't concerned about the blond then he shouldn't have any reason to be worried either, and with that thought, he left the office, closing the door behind him before deciding to go home himself.

Now as I said before this story will not be updated, it may be rewritten at some point however that is dependent largely on a poll I set up on my proper profile.