The Best Sensei

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Leaning forward with a captivated apprehension, you unconsciously smiled as you took in the nostalgic images that flashed sporadically across your TV screen. You set the remote down, knowing that you wouldn't be changing the channel for a while; your favorite childhood show was on for goodness' sake!

The painstakingly familiar vibrancy of Naruto's nearly silly orange getup mixed with his spiky blonde hair did nothing but make you want to be a kid again, a time where you would run around with your arms behind you, wishing you could somehow be a ninja just like him.

But being eighteen and living on your own did no favors in fulfilling that dream, which ended up leaving you no choice but to give up on it. You would never forget the day when Naruto had suddenly became a distant memory, a childish show that you had once watched on TV as a kid. Though, today, you were about to be proven wrong.

"Here I go!" The yell that resounded from your TV brought you back to reality, saving you from the overload of nostalgia that clawed at the back of your mind. You directed your attention back to the screen again, watching as Naruto created a large group of Kage Bunshin to defeat an unrecognizable enemy.

But it seems like the enemy had another trick up their sleeve because they performed hand signs to summon two dragons made from some kind of enhanced smoke.

Just as the battle was reaching its climax, everything in your house cut to complete darkness. It was almost like someone had pulled a plug or flipped a switch—the change from light to sudden darkness and the unwelcome stillness that inched its way throughout the house slightly unsettled you.

In your discovery of the reruns of Naruto episodes, you had forgotten all about the storm that had been raging strongly outside for a while now. But since the TV was off, you could hear what sounded akin to a typhoon forming outside of your home. The darkness clouded your ability to see, but seeing how the thunder and lightning flashed so often, it didn't seem like you needed a flashlight or candle.

You stayed sitting on the couch, not quite sure what you were supposed to do at this point in time. The power was out, so you couldn't watch TV. You didn't want to waste any flashlight life by reading books. You had just plugged your phone in before you had begun watching TV, but the percentage was probably not that high after such a short time of charging. So what was there to do during a power outage?

Sleep was the conclusion you came up with. You had a long day anyway, so might as well get a few more extra hours of sleep while you can. Getting up from your spot on the couch, you heard a couple cracks from where your joints had begun to grow rigid from sitting too long. It was only then that you took notice of how tired you actually were.

You began to feel sluggish as you stumbled through your dark home, indifferent to the haphazardly placed articles of clothing and other knickknacks that almost send you face first into the carpeted floor. For some reason your eyelids felt heavy, as if weighed down by the enchanting forces of sleepiness, urging you to just fall asleep right there in the middle of the hallway.

You didn't, though, because you finally made it to your bedroom just in time to face-plant into your pillow and fall asleep faster than the power had gone out.

Your last thoughts were wonderings of the strange feeling of fatigue that somehow possessed your body, but you had no time to ponder on it as you began to slip into the welcoming arms an enrapturing dream that consisted of a multitude of puke-inducing colors, a plethora of flashing memories unlike yours, and something about a dattebayo.

Whatever that's supposed to mean.

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A/N: Hello, this is the first rewritten chapter. I hope my writing style or this chapter doesn't bore you—I'm just getting started, after all. (: Thank you for reading!

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