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❝I'm going home.❞
❝Dude, we're literally in the middle of a war.❞
In a world where an unbothered and overpowered little nine-year-old girl, hidden behind a mask, embarks on daring journeys alongside her self-p...
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After Iruka concluded his lesson, he dismissed the class, leaving Naruto alone to clean up the graffiti on the stone faces.
"This sucks, loser," Naruto muttered under his breath as he scrubbed away.
Iruka, arms crossed, took a seat slightly above where Naruto was working. He wasn't going to let Naruto off easily. "You're not going home until you've cleaned every drop of paint!" he yelled into Naruto's ear.
Naruto halted his scrubbing, looking up at Iruka with defiance. "So what! Not like anyone is waiting for me at home!"
Karma observed the scene from a distance, unable to hear what Iruka was saying. She noticed that Naruto, for some reason, started scrubbing even faster.
After a thorough cleaning session, Naruto sat in a ramen shop with Iruka.
"Naruto?"
"Hmm?" His reply was muffled by the ramen in his mouth.
"Why would you do that to the Hokage faces? I mean, you know who the Hokage is, don't you?" Naruto slurped up the last of his noodles.
