Aside from that, there was also the talk of how all of the Naruto clones had ran around the village, helping civilians escape the attack. That in of itself had earned the young blond teen quite a few brownie points it seemed. And then there was also the news that Naruto had saved the students at the academy.
Yugito shook her head as she made her way towards where she had been told Naruto was most likely to be, grateful that the ramen stand owner and his daughter knew the blond so well.
Like they had said, Naruto was on top of the Hokage monument, sitting with his arms wrapped around his knees, and his head resting on top of that. She had actually cursed herself for not remembering that he had told her how often he would come up here when the villagers' hatred became too much. Yugito walked up to the boy and took a seat right next to him, leaning back against her hands as she seemingly admired the view.
For a while no words were spoken, and Yugito had to wonder if the younger blond was ever going to speak. Finally-
"Can I help you, Yugito?" he asked in a soft voice, his disuse of the nickname or affectionate suffix letting the young woman know he probably did not appreciate her coming up here. Not that it would stop her from trying to help in some way.
"I just came to see how you were doing," Yugito said as she looked at him. "I didn't get to go to the funeral service, being a foreign ninja and all, but I had heard you had disappeared, so I wanted to make sure you were alright."
"Oh…" Naruto said before going silent.
Yugito looked at the blond for a moment, before looking back at the village, "You know, I remember when I was only three years old. It was when the Sandaime Raikage had started training me to be his secret weapon. Every morning I would wake up and then be asked to recite what my purpose was, 'to be a weapon in the service of Kumo and the Raikage' and after that I would be trained in the arts of combat. It was often very brutal, even though I was only three, barely even old enough to walk, my instructors never went easy on me and I would often go to sleep with bruises, cuts and occasionally broken bones all over my body. I knew nothing else other than that. The Raikage for the most part kept me in confinement. I would wake up, start my routine, and then pass out after a long day of training. The few times I had been in the village, people would often look at me in fear or hatred, and I always had to be with one of my handlers."
She watched out of the corner of her eye as Naruto turned to look at her, "When I was five, the Sandaime Raikage had determined it was time for me to learn how to control my Bijuu's youki. It was hard, possibly even more difficult than the combat training. They kept making me draw out the Nibi's youki; I remember many times I would get chakra poisoning and was forced to stop. A few times it had been so bad that I would be put into a coma for nearly a week. I had to work for nearly four years before I could even use one tail. And then, they had deemed me ready to do missions for the village."
Yugito held in a snort, "Really it was just suicide missions that they could not send other ninja on. They would send me on assassination mission for high profile targets, fighting off B and then later A-ranked missing ninja. I was the Raikage's weapon, that was my lot in life and I knew nothing else other than that."
"What about the Yondaime Raikage, or that Kirabi person you spoke of?" asked Naruto after the blond woman had paused.
"They were not in my life at the time," Yugito sighed. "Raikage-sama was a member of the council, and was too busy trying to help his brother, who had life far worse than I did in the village, to help me. I never even met them until after A became the Raikage."
A smile came onto Yugito's face, "However there was one person who actually looked after me. It was one of my 'handlers' that made sure I never went out of control. His name was Takodama Kenichi, a Jonin of Kumo. Unlike the other handlers he did not keep me at arm's length. I could tell he still had a fear of me, but he was at least there for me, teaching me things that did not have to do with a ninja's life." She rolled up the sleeve on her arm and unsealed her Shamisen and began to play a small melody, "He was actually the one who taught me how to play a Shamisen."
Naruto looked at Yugito as she began to play, she really was good, the melody had Naruto sub consciously relaxing his tensed muscles, "So what happened to this Kenichi guy?"
A sad smile crossed Yugito's face at the question.
Flashback…
A nine year old Yugito sat in the chair next to Kenichi's bed in the hospital, trying her best not to look at all the tubes and equipment that was attached to him. She had just come back from one of her first S-ranked missions and had found out that the only man who had ever been kind to her was dying. Not of wounds suffered at the hands of enemy ninja, nor of old age or any kind of ailment that could be considered honorable. He was dying of a disease.
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