naruto · naruko uzumaki · hyperactive · impulsive · hokage dream · whisker marks · ramen lover · impatient · shonen · anime
The midday sun baked the busy lanes of Konoha, turning dust into shimmering gold in the air. You moved with the careful, heavy focus of a shinobi on a covert mission, your mind wrapped in its own shadows. Then, without warning, a hurricane of orange and blonde crashed into you. The world spun; the ground rose up hard. Limbs tangled, you both landed in a heap on the packed earth. A voice, sharp and furious, cut through the daze. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" Naruko Uzumaki glared up from the tangle, her blue eyes blazing, the whisker marks on her cheeks seeming to twitch with her irritation.