The road stretched the next morning, Naruto and household were traveling into the city, it was a bitter retreat. Made in haste and with little preparation, much bergudged mumblings and frantic maids and servants scrabbling to ready their Lord and family for departure. It was uncommon to be sent for without proper notice ahead, and none were happy for the reasoning. A great injury had been delt within Fireleaf, a country within the empire to the to the south and southeast, it was the neighbouring land to Greenleaf, and Duke Hyuga had been the one to send word to the royal family of a potential interal problem after several months of silence. Unfortunately the knowledge was not vast, as it were no one had been able to reach Fireleaf's duke and as Duke Hyuga had said, no attempts communication from neither Greenleaf nor Konoha directly had been reciprocated.

Empress Tsunade was rather indignant at both the lack of information and the situation in general, her patience had been thinned considerably. Apparently the situation had been ongoing for several weeks, and her royal majesty had finally snapped and made the sudden decision to send her brother on a diplomatic visit. An move rather unpresented, but nonetheless wise. Grand Duke Jiraiya was a member of the royal family yes, but he was also the Commander-in-Chief of the empire's army -though only Tsunade could affirm a declaration of war- and his apparence would display a margin of force unto Redleaf to provide answers. If it were a hostile country responsible -say the Mist Nation just to the east.- sending the head of the military would show their interest in their ajoined countries quite prominently -a warning, and if it were an internal affair it may be swiftly resolved. A rare practice indeed, but as a member of the royal family, and Grand Duke, Jiraiya could technically speak for the empire if absolutely necessary -despite his secondary sex. Tsunade was simply utilizing this to her advantage.

Naruto was anxious, his leg kept twitching and his gaze was fluctuating between the road and his grandfather's car in front almost as much as his breathing as unsteady. He himself was not going, by order of the man himself and it had frayed his nerves enough that they had been locked in an argument for hours the previous evening. However, his mother had decided to intervene -as he often did when they two were locked in their stubborn disagreements, Iruka's logical mind unfortunately -to Naruto- had won out. Simply stating that it would be scandalous for a Princess, crown or no, to step into such a dangerous situation, there would be political backlash onto all of them should Naruto join his grandfather, a fact which said blond did not want to acknowledge. He had been angry at everyone in the household all night- even Tenten had been locked out of his room.

When it had come time to leave the estate however, he had rushed out and slammed his frame into that of his grandfather in a crushing hug.

As it were, himself, his mother, and Tenten would all be staying in the town house- manor, until the matter had been resolved, in whatever direction that took. Beside him Iruka was fussing about with a paper list he had written up, mumbling to himself a pen in hand and a prinched expression. On occasion Naruto could hear numbers spoken, though he had no true want to listen in. No doubt it was a remarkably boring issue he was resolving, one which probably involved the Princess's own education, and that was not a topic Naruto wanted to spark the flame of conversation in.

He did wonder himself however, if this current problem would effect his reports from Neji, his optimistic side spoke that because Greenleaf was merely Fireleaf's neighbour in the south there would be little interference. That said, the two countries were not without bonds, naturally trade and labour was exchanged, but there was also the fact that they shared a cultural history and several families in both countries had shared ancestry. They had once been one nation in fact, for them to cut off communication with their neighbour made very little sense, less there was in an outside interference. The Empire of Fire was large -though it was commonly referred to as a kingdom by many in an attempt to appear humble in social correctness it was in fact an empire,- and though their enemies were few, they did indeed exist and had a considerable power of their own.

The Mist was the closest enemy to Fireleaf, a nation under martial law with a very divided people and an extreme policy on decent. Their leader, Commander Mei, was said to be a lot more reasonable then her predecessors however.

The car halted abruptly and jurked them all. Iruka's paper and pen slipping from his hands and jurking some air from Naruto's lungs at the sudden propulsion. For a brief moment he thought they'd been hit, but no. Looking ahead it appeared that there was an incident on the road his grandfather's car fading into the distance. It made the blond groan- a longer wait to eat. He hadn't had time enough to eat breakfast. He slumped back into the seat, earning a repremending glare from his mother beside -it was decidedly 'un-princess like' beheaviour. Tenten, in the front, just laughed at his exasperation. Their driver apologized for the dely, a little frantic, soothed by Iruka's assurance he wouldn't be murdered for delying the Princess from his meal. Met with amusement for all except from the topic of the conversation.

Then the glass on the side widow shattered inwards.

Suddenly, three screams, a loud thump, then the sound of the gunshot registered to Naruto's mind. He unsnapped his seatbelt and couched at the bottom of his seat, his mother following. He was unharmed to Naruto's fervent relief, he looked to the chair in front of him where Tenten sat, he could see blood on her arm, but she was alive, her breathing was prominent enough to be assured of that at least. Yet more shots rang out, Naruto easing a little with the knowledge that the guard cars following behind had arrived. The back window blew out and he scrambled to cover the back of his neck- if he had one second more to drop from his seat and he would have been dead. Their driver was, of that there was no doubt, slouched over the steering wheel blood littering the leather.

Naruto felt his teeth begin to chatter, knowing that he would have to do something, panicking as his family was being attacked. There was yelling, the screeching of tires as their guard's cars rammed into the attackers, the sickening screaming. None of it, Naruto knew how to process, not truly, as it were he stared at the beige colour of the carpet of the car, hyperfocusing on the strands there. Unable, and not wanting to move from that comforting denial of reality.

Only coming to himself as a gust of wind hit his side. A hand grasped his hair stinging at his skelp as he was forced out of the car and fell down onto concrete. He dug his nails as hard as he could into the arm gripping his hair, but actually causing pain unto the agressour proved impossible due to the thick fabric of their sleeve and glove. He was running without logic for many struggling moments, before he could think clearly again. Running on adrenaline, he ignored his hestitance and went limp, breathing through his nose and freely allowing his tears to fall. The grip on his hair loosened eversoslightly as his captor went to grab his arm instead, Naruto twisted to face the person, the hair still clutched taring out, but he managed to stand up as he twisted. Delivering a good uppercut to the mans chin- his attacker fell hard onto the ground.

His skelp stung heavily from that escape, but he didn't have an opportunity to rest, in a simple glance the panting blond could see bodies on the street, some he recognized as members of his bodyguard patrol. It then became more real, and he froze, he had never seen a dead body before- there was blood and their eyes were open and they weren't moving. Blood splattering from wounds newly made, shots echoing in his ears, there were two parties, but their men were outnumbered and Naruto could only focus on them. He knew several of them. His legs wouldn't move, but he lurched- and he vomited onto the concrete.

His vision was fuzzing, but he heard the nearby shot well enough. For a moment he thought himself hit, there was no pain after moments of frozen breathing. Looking backwards to where he heard the gun fire, he saw Tenten, standing above the man he had punched, a pistol in her hand- the man below now dead. There was a bullet wound in her left shoulder which was still bleeding slightly. From underneath her waistband she pulled out yet another gun, and turned towards the ongoing fight. Her shots ringing loud, he watched as enemies were downed within moments from a woman they had not seen to be a fighter- fighting. Tenten stood in front of him, her figure rather blurred from his lack of oxygen, the wind hit warm as it blew and the firing slowed and the loud yelling continued. Though his senses seemed to be dulled, he heard the hiss of a curse his best friend let out before she grabbed him and hoisted his body enough to lurch him behind the protection of the car. She herself crouching down near the tire and peering around, one pistol still in her hand.

The shooting stopped and the wind itself seemed to still. He watched Tenten untense slightly as she turned to him, wide brown eyes searching him up and down.

"Naruto are you alright?!" He heaved, her injured shoulder clear in his vision, as was the cold metal pistol in her grip- its simple design so much more focused to his eyes in that moment. Its sound ringing in his ears, its actions playing behind his eyes. Her hands roughly grabbed him, twisting his body this way and that, checking for wounds, feeling at his head for lumps- Naruto knew this was happening, yet he was hardly acknowledging the urgent prodding and continual speaking of his name. People dead just around the corner of the car, another not far from where they sat shot in the head. Knocked down from his very own fist and killed by his lady-in-waiting. The concrete below his gaze swirled in an impossible pattern as he threw up stomach acid, vaguely he heard sirens approching loud and fast.

EMS no doubt, and as the world was rather dark at the moment he figured he might need their services as well. Then, quite abruptly, a sharp sting hit his cheek, the knowledge of how to breathe came back to him as did the simple knowledge of blinking. Everything coming back to focus and he stared to the serious expression of his best friend with ire. Having slapped him hard across the cheek and not appearing even slightly remorseful for the act as her expression remained stern. It was such a visage he had never truly seen her look in such a way before, it locked his tongue momentarily.

However, as he picked the lock once more a frantic voice came to his ears, and he himself turned rather quickly to face his panicking mother falling -ungracefully- out of the car. "Naruto! Are you okay!? What-" Without a thought of how his legs mere seconds before had been stapled to the ground, Naruto stood up and hugged the frantic submissive close- both for his own sake and his mother's. He was gripped very tightly in return.

"Fuck!" That startled both submissives, breaking from their embrace quickly. Tenten rarely, never, swore- during their brief hug the woman had walked to her passenger door, a scowl on her face, hands hurrying. Grappling inside an apparent hidden compartment within the door, to pull out a- traditional Konoha sword, she held it out in a defensive position infront of herself. "Naruto, Iruka, get in the car!" With his fear still in his system Naruto almost wanted to refuse, but the hard grip on his wrist and the forceful twist his mother was turning him in to get him into the car before himself was speaking rather plainly his lack of choice. He looked at the profile of his friend, her strong stance and steady gaze, her hands didn't shake around the hilt, but there was sweat on her forehead.

Then rapidly, before neither he, nor his frantic mother could get into the back of the car, a man ran out of the bushes, wielding a similar sword to Tenten's own. He was fast, and it took no genius to understand he had little interest in the female brunette standing ready for his assault, no, his stare and dash were made directly towards the Princess and Princess Mother.

His quick strike was blocked by the clash of his and Tenten's blades, she countering him just as fast. Pushing forward into his space and without waiting for the opportunity to return her sword to an idyllic position, and instead moving swiftly into a jump kick. The attacker staggered backwards just barely managing to block the sweep of her sword as she brought it down. Then again as she pulled it back upwards, he fell back a step rather then block it again as she swung towards the left side of his neck, her quick movements slowly cornering him into a defensive position. Even on television, Naruto had not seen many displays of traditional sword fighting- it was in fact somewhat taboo in Konoha to show their ancient fighting techniques, outside of documentaries and textbooks that is.

Finally, Tenten fell back a step herself, assessing the situation- her attacker had more strength then she did but he was not as fast. The problem was in fact that he was considerably skilled- enough to stand comfortably in a defensive position- and she could not keep battering him with needless attacks. She moved herself infront of Iruka -who was fully now shielding his son behind himself- and readied herself for an attack. Should the enemy go on the offensive, she may have a slight opening. The situation could be worse, he appeared to be the only one remaining, and she would be able to hold her ground long enough for the EMS to arrive.

Tenten's worries were unfounded however. Because as Naruto watched, a great force slammed into the opposing party hurling the rather well built man a fair bit further from them on the concrete. For many moments the young teen thought it was an animal- the amount of force needed to hurl a grown dominant across the pavement was extensive. But upon closer eye, the blond saw the hulking figure of his grandfather sprint towards the downed man, the guy was lucky to have gotten up afterwards, in a way, perhaps it was in fact bad luck. As within moments he was grabbed by the neck and lifted off the ground.

Naruto wanted to say something, ask him to stop, but as it were, he was shaking- his mind was equal in this nature and his mouth would not work. The scowl decorating his grandfather's face was twisted ugly and his eyes were more then angry. They were feral, wide and violent. The blond wished then could say he did not recognize the man afore him- but he did. Jiraiya did not show his stern nature or anger easily, and his grandson had never witnessed the man snap with the force of instinctual rage. Yet, he had always known it possible, and in the brief glimpses of the more stereotypical side of his grandfather's personality, Naruto could assume that whence snapping the man would be ferocious. That wasn't to say he ever expected to see it- grotesquely fascinating as it was horrifying unto his young mind.

Jiraiya breathed deeply, hand twitching- the veins showing- taut against his skin. The man was struggling in his grasp, coughing and choking, a gagging sound which disturbed Naruto in its similarity to heaving. Unto the Princess's rather unwilling eyes, it seemed like his grandfather was coming back to himself, though his chest was still rising too high with his breathing, the disturbing scowl on his face was beginning to wane, and the crow's feet around his eyes were smoothing out back to their rather invisible state.

"Sire, we need him for questioning." It was the bland, familiar voice speaking smooth and stoic behind that had Naruto looking away from the intimidating sight. Despite knowing whom had spoken, perhaps his subconscious had simply wanted an excuse to advert its gaze from the breaking of his oblivious viewpoint. Kakashi stood perhaps a mere meter behind, his hands shoved firm into his pockets and seemingly untense. Naruto could not understand how the stoic butler appeared to both appear out of place amongst all the bloodshed, and completely incorporated into the scene at the same time. His suit was pristine, his expression its common unreadable state- but noticeable not shocked by the carnage surrounding himself. A solid 'thunk' sound came, but the blond, confused, and shaken man paid no heed to the body falling.

There were bodies all around, the smell of lead -was that just his nose filling in the blanks?- red splattered about as if it were a pop of colour on the road, bulletholes in the side of the car. It flared within him all at once, emotion screaming forth as if it had been barricaded before- a burst exploding forth. A barely swallowing throat- its neck flared red relaxed- placid muscles surged- tensed. Eyes narrowed sharply in a way that stood rare for Naruto Namikaze.

"Just what is going on?!" It was yelled. Declared with both the desperate desire to know, and the emerging, burning, anger at the situation beginning to flare quickly in the young Princess's gut. Naturally, he gained everyone's attention with the outburst, and hitch of breath from behind himself from the Princess Mother was all the sound for several long moments, that is, outside of Naruto's own gasping, angry, breaths. He could make a rudimentary guess- he was a member of the royal family, attacks were expected. However, with the amount of death surrounding him and his immidate panic fading, there left was a horrified resonance chiming in his body.

Kakashi stared right at him, empathically not a word spoken. With a shuffling, he heard Tenten rise, naturally he looked to her first. Eyes drawn to her wound, it was still trickling blood, and he could see a bullet poking out of the flesh ever so slightly- not having pierced her fully after having gone through the driver. Yet, it must have been a powerful gun for a bullet to have so much force as to go through glass, a person, and partly through another. It made the blond a little nervous to think about, naturally being shot at was no less concerning.

"Your Royal Highness, if you, Mistress Iruka and Lady Tenten please move to the guard car for the rest of the journey? We will then resume route to the airport and the city mannor." Naruto gave the man a glower, sizzling with many protests, sparking anger and a strong urge to punch the man for his casual dismal of his chaotic mind. Not to mention, his lackluster disposition whilst standing amongst the bodies of fallen comrades and their attackers. Once more, Naruto stared down the silver haired butler and asked if there was a heart behind that mask he wore, was he even frowning?

"No I'm not-" Before he could further voice his protests his wrist was grabbed in a firm, almost painful grasp as his mother pulled him harshly towards the guard car. It hurt and his legs conceded with the sudden direction change, though a yell formed on his lips. It died as he spotted the pinched expression the other man displayed, eyebrows furrowed low as they could be with lips in a line. Naruto clamped his mouth shut, he'd seen that expression before, and that was a tense wariness. The type Iruka used to get when Naruto had been quite young and had gotten home after having played with the kids in their neighbourhood -whom had all been dominants. It was natural maternal protective instincts of course, and as irritating as it could be, Naruto daren't speak up against it. So he held his tongue as he was suffled into the car by a rather restless mother, and sighed loudly as the door was almost slammed shut and Iruka hurried over to the other side.

He looked out the window instead of his worrying mother, but held his hand out rather absentmindedly for the man to grab if the man needed reassurance. His eyes stared at the trio of Tenten, Kakashi and Jiraiya talking, stoic, if a bit glowering, expressions on each their faces. Discussing the situation no doubt, he hadn't even known Tenten knew how to shoot a gun! Or weild a sword! It had seemed perfectly routine to her to fire a shot into a man's head, to have a bullet lodged in her shoulder. The police cars arrived, easily distinguishable by the white body with green and red lines. He sighed something fierce at their backs, he wasa of the strong opinion he should know what was going on.

Finally, after Tenten had taken up the passenger seat and a bodyguard had taken the wheel they were on the way once again. It was uncomfortable in that small space from then on a mixture of irritation and fret.

They reached the airport without any further problems. They went straight to the runway of course, the area being full of staff and airport personale. Naturally, this trip was entirely confidencial, the fact that there was a silence from their neighbouring country was disturbing as it was. The fact that the Grand Duke was going would be considered quite taboo- him being more representative of an aggressive approach as opposed to the diplomacy of the Empress- intentional as it were, that knowledge amongst the public would cause a certain amount of unrest.

After some tears from one of the two, grandson or grandfather, a kiss on the forehead and a hug, Jiraiya boarded the private jet with Kakashi and was on his way to Fireleaf. There, once more, Naruto wished he could travel alongside him and lump in his throat as his car left the airport.

The city manor was miniscule in comparison to their country mansion. Far less austentagious too. Yet, it had been the place Naruto had lived after his grandfather had found him. That entire situation being a whole complication in itself, involving a car chase, a lot of crying, an ominous knock on the door by an intimidating looming figure, and a rather pathetic fight which lasted less then five seconds. Not in that order.

Still, the Konoha manor was a comfortable one, it was old and had been repared and remodelled a couple times. Within the high end district of the city, kept apart from the instrustalized areas on a hill further from its neighbours. All houses in the area shared the similar attribute of being extremely traditionally designed, a slanted roof, with square architecture, sliding doors and an open walkway both in the back and front. There were also several cherry blossoms on the front yard -it being considerably large- along with a small lotus pond and various flowers, a stone path leading up to the entrance.

He got out of the car without a plight and walked forward without a breath to syllable made, he was not of gracious mind at that moment. He had forced his thoughts to other matters, less he explode in another fit of irritation at the silence Tenten maintained. The lack of clarification given by both family and friend, who clearly knew more about the situation then they cared to explain. With his new status amongst society one would think him capable of comprehending a complex situation, rather then being shielded. He did not like being kept in the dark, no matter how warming it was, that warmth was made only from absorbed light.

He breathed, and carried on, turning to his room and pulling his cell phone from his purse throwing the bag on his mattress. The space was immaculate, as to be expected, it had been prepared for their arrival after all. Still, seeing the extreme radiance of his mandarin coloured walls and contrast of his blue duvet did make him grin regardless of his somewhat sour mind. He needed more of a diversion however and no matter what his grandfather thought on the matter, he had made some lasting friendships outside of his royal upbringing which he continued to maintain. They did not know of his circumstance, and he had no intention of informing them, they were often his break from the stringant lifestyle which he now lived.

The phone only had to ring a few moments before it was answered "Ooo, look who called!" The chipper tone immediately made him breathe a fraction easier, and he smiled for the lack of care in the woman's tone. Light and airy.

"Ah, yeah sorry I've been gone so long, family ya' know?" A huff, indignant snortk, and a yell in the background. He waited with a dancing smile, each things quite normal to hear.

"Wellll, I suppose its okay...If you're free sometime soon I found a great spot!" He grinned a little more, though made sure to click his phone off speaker. After the days events the last thing he wanted was to shoot up his mother's protective instincts ever further. The joviality in her tone was enough to melt off a significant amount of his annoyance, enough to ignore the itch left anyway. He could use a bit more of a get away as it were.

"I definitely can be! I need the get away, things are getting a little to crazy right now, I need the wind in my hair!" He did his best to whisper this, though it did come out more of a whine. The reciver crackled a little as yhis friend shouted something out, sounding far less then pleasant as her voice carried- though he could not hear the words. Loud laughter could be heard in the distance of the phone along with his friend's amused 'yeah yeah,' before there was more static.

"Sorry Naruto, these damned guys don't know the meaning of privacy!" That was pointed in another direction. "If you can tomorrow, theres an old track just outside of the highway- second intersection out. It'll be great! Can't believe we haven't gone there before. Your bike is at the old garage still right?" He made a 'hmming' sound in afirmation. The old garage was run by a group of less then savory individuals which 'sponsored' the races in and around the city. Not that it was officially sanctioned or anything, by all legality it was in fact, illegal. Though the activities of dirt bike races often lay under the police's radar unless actually a danger to those not directly involved. It was that loophole that allowed Naruto to race without a large fear of being stopped by a copper, despite that fact that blatant nonchalance shown had begun to taste sour on his tongue after he had begun taking his classes three years ago.

Fuu was one of the few connections he retained from his past, they had been childhood friends. Such as himself she had been, still was, a submissive living within a segregated dominant district. They'd met at school, the rather poorly funded elementary school, Little Growth Elementary. Impoverished with as many problems as its decrepit neighbourhoods, they had been two of the few submissives attending, amongst a majority dominant classroom with an assortment of rife's thrown in. A kinship casually formed, they'd maintained a continual presence together. That was until both of them had mutually noticed that those dominants within their class raised no fuss, not an insult made not a scowl. So naturally, both of them, linked elbow to elbow approached one of the many groupings at recess and asked to join in with their game. Not a fear on either of their minds.

He could use her simple joviality at the moment. Mind still twitching into the recollection of the events on the road, the sullen bid farewell to his grandfather at the airport and the current situation with Fireleaf had his head in a mess. Normally he would have sought out Tenten for a comfort to his thoughts, but his ire at her was still charring in his belly and he felt it would be better for both of them if he didn't.

"I'm good to go now if you are." It was stupid, foolish in all respects, because he would have to sneak out- and though he would write his mother a note it would get him into trouble. Especially after the shooting, it would cause a fuss, but with the remembering; remembering the secretive glances his grandfather and his mother had exchanged the plain secret there, coupled with Tenten, Jiraiya and Kakashi's serious conversation outside the car- yet again leaving him in the dark. His fists clenched, the other tightened around his phone at the thought, he hated being left in the dark. Especially if the matter so obviously involved him, so why shouldn't he have some fun instead. Besides he'd be disguised, and no one had recognized him so far, even Fuu whom had known him since childhood hadn't figured him out.

"Sounds awesome to me, I'd love to get away from these wacko's for the day. But will Iruka be okay with it?" According to his story, Iruka had managed to get a higher paying teaching job in the higher end of the city, and they'd moved as a result. Naturally she had been upset at his moving, but her jealousy had been minimal all things considered. That had actually bothered him slightly, he had almost wished at the time she had been more envious.

"Hey, maybe we can try to find you a better place while I'm there?" It was a feeble question, and she laughed everytime he presented it- thus, as he did, cheerful laughing over the phone, he frowned.

"With my payrate? Naruto Umino, you know that's not possible." Sighing instead of responding he nodded to himself, and began to change. Shuffling through his closet to where he kept his elbow and knee pads, slipped on tights -the type that were he seen in them as a princess it'd be scandalous and shameful.

"I gotta stay here, I need the convenience of roommates, even if they are a bunch off arseholes." Fuu was too good to be stuck where she was, Naruto had always believed that. Though he knew, if Iruka had never found him he likely would have ended up in a crack house too. "You didn't answer my question though." He slipped on tight dark brown leather pants, an orange t-shirt and his snug fit leather biker jacket. The bright orange touque slipped over his curly locks in sudden rememberance.

"It's fine, he knows I'm mad at him right now." It was spoken blandly, and she 'ooh'ed' in response. He smiled at her interest as he wrote a little note to his mother and put it on the bed. A smidge of guilt in his mind as he left through his garden door. Beginning his walk to the old garage, it was considerably far from the pompous higher end of which the manor stood. The industralized area of Konoha which he would meet Fuu. "I'll meet you at the garage in about thirty." He hung up and breathed in the fresh air, it weren't as if there was much of it around the heavy industry.

Finally the sight of the old building came into sight, the rusty doors and dirt covered walls. So did the rather slight figure of his friend leaning against the brick clad in white leather, she jumped from that perch as she saw him, waving his arms a little sporadically as she jumped in place. Grinning he waved back matching her enthusiasm gladly, as he ran the rest of the way and grappled her in a big hug they both laughed. A little twirl before he set her down, and ended up staring in disbelief at the new colour of her hair, a sea foam green -which it certainly hadn't been last he saw her. In its natural state it was an dark chestnut brown, matching perfectly with her espresso brown skin tone and bright amber brown eyes. He blinked, his lips twisted in extreme evaluation.

"You dyed your hair?" She smiled wide.

"Correction, Utakata dyed my hair, and I was terrified the entire time that he was going to bleach it off my skelp. He said the colour gave me a 'wistful feeling alining with nature.' I'm not sure exactly what he meant by that, but as you can see it looks fresh as can be!" He laughed, at her enthusiasm still not sure if he himself liked the look, but happy that she was.

In tandom they lifted up the heavy aluminum door to get to their bikes, chekcing for rust on the chain or rims on their dirt bikes, happy that no one seemed to have taken them out of lock. Before climbing aboard helmets in place. The rumble of the engine gratifying on Naruto's ears, as both nostaliga and thrill washed over him. He zoomed out without waiting for his dottering friend.