Naruto could barely sleep the night after his strange discovery. Every time he closed his eyes, unsettling images flared to life: Sasuke's powerful kick, Lee's whirlwind of handstand punches, and the inexplicable way his body moved with an instinct he had never known before.
When dawn broke, a restless energy surged within him. Instead of heading straight to class, he found himself drawn back to the training grounds, the familiar scent of grass mixed with the faint aroma of the nearby forest filling his lungs. As he stood there, he tested himself, flowing through stances he had only glimpsed from other students in hurried glances. He clenched his fists tight like Kiba, his stance firm and unyielding like Shino's, his strikes echoing the meticulous drills of Iruka.
Each maneuver felt as natural to him as breathing, as if they were ingrained in his muscles.
Naruto's grin spread wide across his face, a sunburst of determination. "Heh! With this, I can copy everyone and become the greatest ninja ever!" His voice echoed in the quiet morning.
But amid the bubbling excitement, a sliver of doubt nagged at his thoughts: *If I'm just copying… what makes me Naruto?*
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**The Graduation Exam**
The day of the graduation exam dawned, enveloping the Academy in a palpable buzz of anticipation and anxiety. Students whispered to one another, their voices a mix of excitement and fear as they awaited their turn to attempt the Clone Jutsu—a technique Naruto had notoriously failed time and again.
One by one, names were called. Sasuke stepped up, flawless and composed, his confidence radiating like a beacon. Sakura demonstrated her precise, efficient technique, her brow furrowed in concentration. And then, it was his turn.
"Uzumaki Naruto, step forward," Iruka commanded, his clipboard trembling slightly in his hands.
Naruto swallowed hard, the familiar taste of nerves rising in his throat. He had struggled with the Clone Jutsu numerous times before, always producing sad, sickly copies that faded like mist. But this time, something felt different. He replayed the image of Iruka forming the seals and Mizuki's crisp demonstration in his mind, memories sharp as shuriken.
His hands flew through the seals; they flashed together with newfound confidence, without hesitation.
Puff!
Three perfect clones materialized beside him, each a mirror image, alive and breathing with the same mischievous spirit. The silence that followed was thunderous.
Iruka's eyes widened in disbelief. "That… was flawless."
Mizuki's smile momentarily turned cold, but he quickly masked it, the shift barely perceptible.
Naruto couldn't contain his joy any longer, pumping his fist into the air. "Believe it! I did it!"
The headband was tied around his forehead, and for the first time in his life, Naruto Uzumaki graduated, the weight of the moment filling him with an electrifying sense of accomplishment.
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As news spread like wildfire, the Hokage sat in his office, the smoke from his pipe curling absently towards the ceiling. Hiruzen Sarutobi frowned, the glow of his pipe casting a flickering light over his thoughtful features. "So the boy has awakened an ability unlike any other… a power of imitation," he murmured, concern etched in his brow.
In the shadows, Danzo smirked, his eyes glinting with a predatory satisfaction. "A weapon that can steal every secret technique by sight alone. Dangerous, but useful—if handled properly."
The elders exchanged murmurs, speculating about bloodlines and kekkei genkai, but none could pin down the source of Naruto's strange gift. Unlike the Sharingan, he possessed no unique eyes; his power stemmed from something deeper, something they could not articulate.
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**Team Seven**
The following day, the fresh graduates assembled to await their team assignments. Naruto strode in confidently, his headband gleaming in the morning sun, a symbol of his hard-won victory.
When Iruka announced, "Team Seven: Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura. Jōnin sensei: Hatake Kakashi," Naruto's cheer cut through the tense air, while Sakura's shoulders slumped in disappointment and Sasuke scoffed, casting a bored glance at the gathering.
Soon after, they huddled together, waiting for their sensei. Time dragged on, and Naruto's impatience grew palpable as he scratched out prank ideas on scraps of paper. The air buzzed with the scent of damp earth, and the distant chirping of birds faded as he focused entirely on the impending introduction.
When Kakashi finally arrived, his single visible eye scanned the trio with a cool indifference, taking in their contrasting energies—their hopes, doubts, and aspirations.
The introductions unfolded predictably: Sakura gushed over Sasuke, her voice bright with admiration, while Sasuke declared his lofty ambition with an air of superiority. Naruto, as always, boasted loudly, eager to carve out his own identity. Yet throughout it all, Kakashi's gaze lingered on Naruto, something in the boy's newfound confidence and subtle precision setting alarm bells ringing in his mind.
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**The Bell Test**
At Training Ground Seven, amidst the rustling leaves and the chatter of distant birds, Kakashi announced the infamous bell test. Naruto's stomach growled audibly, in stark contrast to the seriousness of the task at hand, but his determination blazed brightly.
The test began. Sasuke was the first to attack, shuriken slicing through the air like the sharpest of whispers. Kakashi dodged them effortlessly, his movements fluid and graceful. But when Naruto charged in, the atmosphere shifted.
Naruto's eyes locked onto Kakashi's every motion—the way his wrist twisted, the rhythm of his feet as he danced between attack and defense. Instinctively, Naruto mimicked Kakashi's movements, his kunai flashing with newfound precision, matching the jōnin's cadence step for step.
For a heartbeat, Kakashi was forced to block instead of simply evading. His eyebrow quirked beneath the mask, astonished.
"He copied me? Not just the move—the timing, the flow. Impossible."
Sakura watched in shock, her mouth agape as Naruto moved with a skill that belied his reputation. Sasuke's pride flared, momentarily replaced by a surge of frustration.
Yet even with Naruto's impressive display, Kakashi still outmatched them, utilizing clever tricks and deception to conclude the test. But when he finally declared them a team, he cast another wary glance at Naruto, the boy's potential simmering like a hidden flame.
"This boy..." Kakashi contemplated, a knot of unease settling in his stomach. "He's hiding something dangerous."
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**Toward the Land of Waves**
The following weeks were consumed by D-rank missions: chasing after stray cats, weeding fields, and completing menial tasks that left Naruto feeling stifled. Restive as ever, he took every spare moment to train, seizing opportunities to experiment. During downtime, he watched Sasuke execute the fireball jutsu, absorbing the technique with an intensity that stunned his teammates.
"You can parrot us all you want," Sasuke scowled, his voice laced with annoyance. "That doesn't mean you're better."
Naruto's grin widened, buoyed by the challenge. "You'd better watch out, Sasuke! I'll steal your cool moves and beat you using them!"
Kakashi, however, grew increasingly uneasy. This ability was no mere fluke. Reporting quietly to the Hokage, who shared his concerns, he couldn't shake the feeling that they were standing at the edge of something unpredictable and potentially perilous.
Then came their first true C-rank mission—a test of all they had trained for—an adventure that would lead them into uncharted territories and challenges that would forge their destinies.