Chapter 9

In general, almost half an hour, by the end of which one Anbu was sitting on the two nearest trees (hardly noticed, and then by chance) and one representative of the Yamanaka clan (but even Ino noticed this, and only alcoholics were hovering somewhere in the clouds), young Yamanaka was unleashed. They even drunkenly apologized to her, and this trio had just disappeared among the trees, walking towards Morino's base. Oh, I already want to see his face!

Well, the quest is over. I dripped experience, reputation with Ino, she clearly understood what I was doing. With the Yamanaka clan and separately with the observer, it also dripped from the Anbu with their representative.

That's it, I'm blown away!

Ibid, Ino.

Ino, despite her small age, was not a stupid girl, and she appreciated the play of this boy in front of her, as well as the courage of that one. However, she also understood that if his opponents were a little more sober, they would definitely not listen to him. Lucky. But isn't luck being one of the qualities of a really good shinobi, as her father claimed?

But for a moment, when he had just stepped out into the clearing, she already imagined how he would collapse to the ground, with a kunai in his head. And for the first five minutes of the conversation there was not even a drop of hope for a successful outcome in her. She had often stayed with her friends before, and would not have missed her soon, but the constant guard ... usually met her at the exit of one or another friend's house, and if those were not there, then Ino herself was waiting for them. Today, for the third time in her life, she decided to walk alone, not finding the spies. Unsuccessful, as time has shown.

However, the boy was surprised at how famously he forced those to do what he needed. I wonder if he is not from their clan? Although, unlikely, albeit blond, there are none in the main branch, and the eyes are not cloudy, like Yamanaka's. It will be necessary to tell the father about everything, and to ask if it is possible to be friends with him, and if he is a clanless man - whether to try to drag him to them (no, Ino was not such an intriguer, it was just that the child saw it as a game).

- Fuh! - breathed out the boy, whose knees had been shaking for a long time, and simply sank to the ground, and then generally leaned back on his back.

- Everything! No more feats. I've had enough. - The calming blonde muttered under his breath.

Ino slightly curled her lips, this is not the kind of behavior the girl expects from the boy who saved her. But part of her mind, she understood that a huge tension hung on him all this time. And he clearly understood what those three could do to him in case of failure. So it would be foolish to blame for such unworthy behavior now, even if it outraged the girl.

- What's your name, rescued princess? And yes, it's not your clan member now sitting on a branch right above me, and looking at me with interest? - Indifferently said the boy, who clearly began to withdraw from the experience, albeit in the form of muffled emotions, and not hysteria. Mom had already told about such a young Yamanaka.

- Yamanaka Ino. And you? And yes, mine! - at the end she proudly declared.

- Uzumaki naruto. And it's good, let him take you home, and I'll lie around for another hour, something doesn't pull me, not that I'm going somewhere now, but even just getting up seems like a feat. - The boy sighed.

Here the indignation of the young princess took a new bar! How so, he saved, but did not spend it ?! This is not according to books! So the young Yamanaka was ready to jump up herself and kick the "unlucky prince" to get up, if only he saw her off as befits.

True, the case was resolved without violence, thanks to his uncle, who read everything on the ward's face and decided to save the boy from a quick reprisal. But nothing, she will remember both of them.

Two days before the start of the school year.

The epic with Ino ended only at the entrance to the territory of her clan. No one will ever know what it cost me to get there! And a kiss on the cheek from the rescued does not save a drop, I am not interested in such young persons, this time! Second, our relationship has risen only to the level of strong friendship. And third - I'm almost sure that she will still run after Sasuke, and I'm not interested in her romantically, I mean, even her adult version. Friendship can be preserved.

Over the past time, I have developed a phobia of that park. I saved the daimyo's wife's cat from a pack of dogs there (oh, well, then the woman threw some money on me, and the genin team chasing him was happy with the end of the cat's search). I helped some Akimichi my age, who was bullied because he was fat. And no, it wasn't Chouji. Further, almost the same thing with Sakura, only there was the expression "lobasta", and the girls were easily intimidated, especially considering my not the best reputation among the parents of those youngsters (the beskanovye do not like me, yes), and the fact that Ino climbed along with me ... By the way, little Sakura's forehead really bulged a little ... which pretty much cooled my desire to have at least some kind of relationship with her.

But I missed Hinata and saved her ... Kiba. Yeah, he was shocked himself, but he described everything clearly, for which he received honest praise from me, really the actions of "not a boy, but a husband". Yes, and it was hard not to notice Hinata, who periodically flickered after that event on the periphery of her vision, glancing at my first friend.

But later I became convinced of the power of karma! A shinobi with an unknown protector tried to carry Hanabi Hyuga through the same park in the late evening. You know, sometimes it is useful to be small, this bastard did not even look down, and in the darkness of late evening ... but what is there - nights, I then got carried away with training, my secrecy proved to be beyond praise! And the blow between my legs turned out to be just wonderful. Fortunately, my hands were already at the right level, and my fist flew in at the right angle.

And so, now I decided to finish off the experience and take my twelfth level. I agree, it's good for me to drip on these misadventures. Although, the same Sasuke demonstrates to everyone who can see (that is, only me), as much as the sixteenth level, and strength with dexterity, which would be more suitable for the last course of the shinobi academy, and not for the one who was just going to enter. Damn monster. Although, everything is explained there simply, there are only two statuses - the Uchiha Legacy and the Reincarnation of Indra. As you might guess, I didn't smell like Asura myself, although I had a rather strong suspicion that I had merged with Naruto's soul, and did not replace him. Well, I don't care, and so I'll swing.

And so, I again walked towards the damned park. This was the only way I saw an opportunity to raise my level. True, now I was no longer walking empty-handed. Two bad kunai found at one of the old playgrounds, three shurikens, and a decent stack of explosion tags found under a tree. Now I'm ready to carry America-style democracy.

At least that's what I thought ...