Birthday

Today was supposed to be a holiday. Despite the fact that this day was ordinary for others, but for the boy who walked through the streets it was very joyful. After all, today was for his best friend and comrade when he turns 5 years old.

Standing in front of a small weapons store, Minato took a small purse from his bag and looked at all his change that he had been collecting all this year. He remembered the moment when Makira gave him a beautiful kunai on his birthday, Minato knew that his friend had been picking up a suitable kunai for him for a very long time, trying to show him the value of the gift.

He entered the store with a gun, where he was met by an old man with gray hair and glasses, but he was rather built, which showed that at least old age did not affect him in any way. He carefully examined all kinds of swords, kunai, scrolls, and other things that were lying on the shelves.

He had once heard during training that Makira liked to use swords, as he considered it a fairly simple and powerful weapon. His gaze shifted to the long blade, which was simple but very neatly made. Its blade brightly reflected the light coming from outside the window, showing its sharpness. A very beautiful scabbard with a red engraving on the back side was made for it.

Noticing the bright look of the boy, the old man slowly cleared his throat and said: "Like it? This blade is very durable, despite its prostate, it can easily penetrate strong armor, although nowadays few people already use armor, instead they began to use ordinary bulletproof vests, but I can say with full confidence that this blade is one of the best that I have."

Patting his wallet, Minato approached the old man and asked: - "How much will it cost? I don't have much money," He pulled out his wallet in the shape of a cat from his pocket and showed all his money to the old man, who only sighed, to which Minato was a little upset because he knew that this money would definitely not be enough for such a beautiful weapon.

- "Okay kid, I'll bring something that might suit you, but don't hope for the best." - having said that, the Old Man went to the back of the room, where he was examining old swords that were mined in the Shinobi war. These weapons were a little battered, some may have been deformed somewhere. Remembering something, he reached into an old chest where he hid a quite good blade.

After some time of waiting, the old man came out with the blade embedded in a black sheath, he put it on the table and pulled it out for everyone to see so that the boy could get a better look at it.

The blade was somewhat similar to the one on the counter, except that it was a little shabby and its blade was not as sharp as the other one. (The blade resembles the Kusanagi that Sasuke had in season 2 of Naruto)

- "How much will it cost?" Minato asked, hoping for a cheaper price, not because he felt sorry for the money, but because he was afraid that the price would be too big and he would not be able to pay for it.

- "Fifty thousand re should be enough, this blade was sold to me by some ninja a long time ago, he said that he had money problems, so he sold it at a cheap price, therefore such a price, but do not look down on this blade, it has gone through many tests, which confirms its reliability." - the old man answered, adjusting his glasses.

After paying the bill, Minato had no money left at all, picking up the blade, he examined it carefully, stroking the blade, he sighed, throwing it behind his back, he left the store heading towards Makira's house.

Meanwhile in the house, Makira had only recently gotten out of bed and was doing his daily routine. While Hiro, who only returned yesterday, was preparing a table with different dishes to celebrate his younger brother's birthday. He was even more excited than the boy himself. He knew that this was the day when his little brother would be able to go to the academy to become a full-fledged ninja.

Sitting in his room, Makira put on his sports clothes in which he usually practices and jumped out through the window towards the playground. Jumping from roof to roof, he enjoyed the wind blowing in his face, making the boy fall in love with such activities as jumping on roofs, but there were cases when one of the guards met him and complained that the boy could do some stupid things.

Looking towards the village, he looked at the faces of the hokage, of which there were only 3. He knew that his dream was completely different from Minato, who aspired to become one of those he was looking at, for him the dream was completely different. This is the protection of people close to him and the desire to see the whole world. For him, being in one place was a great torment, he clearly knew that one day he would leave this village to explore the whole world, where no human foot had ever set foot.

Picking up the wooden blade, he slowly moved his body, making sharp swings with his hands, causing the sword in his hands to cut the air due to the rapid movements of his hands. He was very fond of swords. He had never understood people who like to use their own hands, as the Hugo clan does, the only thing he knew about them was that they had eyes called Byakugan, allowing them to see the weaknesses of opponents.

Having finished with his daily routine, he went to the side of the waterfall to wash his dirty body of dirt. After getting dressed, he returned to his apartment, by that time it was already evening.

Opening the door, he was met by 2 silhouettes. One big and one small, Makira immediately realized who these people were and with a slight smile headed in their direction.

"Happy birthday!" shouted Minato, who had his hands behind his back. On his head was a homemade hat like Hiro, who was standing with a smile at the table, which was completely filled with various goodies: - "Happy birthday, Makira," he said, seating the boy at the table.

Sitting at the table, Minato slowly pulled out the blade from behind the pig, handing it to Makira, who was carefully examining the gift. His face betrayed joy, as he immediately realized what he was holding in his hands, slowly taking the blade out of the scabbard. He examined him from all sides until Hiro warned him: "Be careful with him, otherwise you'll get hurt, we didn't have enough to cut ourselves during the meal. Hide it for now, before you go to bed, you'll enjoy it."

Putting him next to him, Makira jumped up from his seat and hugged his friend, who was almost strangled by his friend's strong grip. It was the first time he saw such a reaction from Makira, who usually behaves coldly: - "Thank you, Minato, this is probably the best gift I had, I will cherish it to the end!"

Sitting at the table, they began to enjoy their meal, all the food was prepared by Hiro, as the food was surprisingly delicious. They talked about different topics until Hiro decided to ask, "Makira, we will be applying for admission to the academy soon, so I need your consent just in case you haven't changed your mind yet."

Violently turning his head, the boy sharply replied: - "No! I'm definitely going to enter the academy, I've been wanting to go for a long time!" Making Hiro smile brightly for his brother. Taking a small box from the pocket, he handed it to the boy.

Opening the packed box, Makira carefully examined what was inside. There was a small hairband in it, pulling it out, he tied his hair in a ponytail, due to the fact that he had stopped cutting his hair altogether for the last two years, they became very long, which is why they sometimes interfered with him during training. After thanking Hiro, they started eating again.

Towards evening, when they all dispersed, Makira took out his new blade again. Carefully examining it, he felt excited about how he would use it and how many trials he would go through with it. Untying his hair, the boy fell asleep with a satisfied smile, as the time is about to begin when he goes to the ninja academy.