In all that time, Naruto would freely admit that he had never seen a caravan that was so damn big. Stretching out for what looked like miles were dozens, perhaps even hundreds of wagons that looked like they were bursting at the seems with junk. Dozens of paraphernalia that looked like they had come from all over the world filled the wagons. Naruto couldn't even name half the crap that was stuffed in them.
"Who the hell buys so much stuff?"
"I did."
Naruto turned as the wagons all ground to a halt to see a man trying to squirm his way out of the most extravagant looking wagon of them all.
Trying, being the keyword.
Naruto gaped as the man who looked like he was fat enough to eat at least two Akamichi's for breakfast and still have room left over for dessert squirmed and wiggled his way out of the carriage. The man in question had brown hair that was being covered by a red cap, brown eyes and was wearing an extravagant blue kimono with darker blue accents and blue and white triangles on the bottom. Underneath that were a pair of khaki pants and thrown over the whole ensemble was some kind of tassel with the same blue and white triangle patterns in it and a golden crescent moon at the end. In short, the man looked like one of those fat fucks who did nothing but sit around eating all day and spending money like it was going out of style.
The porpoise, for this fat creature could not possibly be a man, continued speaking as he managed to finally get out of the carriage and walk over to Naruto and Jiraiya.
"I saw so many incredible things in all the lands we visited that I just had to have them. So I just kept buying and buying, and before I knew it, I ended up with all this."
Naruto grimaced. "I see..." so this guy really was one of those fat, lazy members of royalty who spent money without a care in the world. Naruto would bet all the money in his gama-chan and then some that this guy had probably never had to work a day in his life.
It wasn't much of a surprise, but Naruto really hated people like this. Rich, arrogant fools who had so much money they could spend a million dollars a day and not run out in there lifetime. These people knew nothing of hardship, of sacrifice. They didn't know it was like saving every scrap of money you had so that you could afford decent clothes and food that was not spoiled. People like this fat prince had everything they could ever want handed to them on platters of gold and silver there whole life.
At least Sasuke worked for his title of Rookie of the Year. Whatever Naruto's feelings for Sasuke were and had been did not change the fact that Sasuke had trained hard to acquire the talent he had. Maybe not Rock Lee hard, but then, who the hell trains that hard besides Rock Lee and his crazy ass sensei?
No one, that's who.
"I am Michiru." The porpoise now known as Michiru placed his hands on his hips as he looked at Naruto and Jiraiya with an interested expression. Kami, even his voice had that soft 'spoiled prince' ring to it. "The Prince of Tsuki no Kuni. And I take it that you two are my shinobi escorts?"
"That's right," Jiraiya stepped forward. Naruto turned his head to look away from the pair. He had no interest in what they said. "I'm Jiraiya and this is Uzumaki Naruto of Konohagakure no Sato. We're both here to see you back home safely."
"Hmmm..." Michiru looked at Naruto again, and the blond boy felt violated when the fat fuck eyed his arms. He knew they were pretty ripped for someone so young, but come on, there was no need to stare at them like that. "Well, you guys certainly look powerful. I can tell that I'm in good hands."
"Haha!" Jiraiya laughed boisterously, his hands on his hips and his head tilted slightly towards the sky. Naruto rolled his eyes. "That is correct. You are in good hands. Tsunade knows how important your country is, which is why she sent me and the brat here to escort you. We are currently some of the strongest shinobi Konoha has to offer."
"Is that so? Excellent! Please be sure to look after me and my son on our way home."
Jiraiya's boisterous laugh once more filled the air.
"Don't worry about a thing, Michiru-Dono. The brat and I can handle anything that gets thrown at us."
Naruto grit his teeth as the man called him brat again. Who the hell did this perverted fool think he was? Talking about him as if they were family or something. This idiot didn't have the right to speak of him so familiarly!
Instincts suddenly blared to life and Naruto's eyes snapped wide open. At the same time, his hand shot out and snatched the small projectile that had been aimed at his head out of the air.
He brought the weapon down to get a better look at it, and saw that it was a fake arrow with a suction cup replacing the point. A child's projectile.
"You know, it's considered rude to shoot the person who's going to be keeping your ass safe," Naruto looked in the direction the arrow had been shot to see a young boy who looked like a younger, not fat version of Michiru.
He was wearing what looked like a long, white kimono that split at the bottom and had blue triangles bordering it. Below that were dark gray pants and brown boots. A white shoulder cape of the same color and design as the kimono was also being worn as some kind of decorative piece. Lastly, he had a quiver strapped to his back and was holding a bow in his hand, signifying him as the one who shot the arrow that would have him Naruto were it not for his fast reflexes.
Naruto already didn't like him. Just looking at the child let him know the boy was likely a spoiled brat. And what the hell was with the douche baggish cape?
"I would suggest not doing it again, lest you end up pissing off the wrong person."
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