【𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎】

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

          the sun cast long lines across the dirt training yard as class 3-B gathered, eyes squinting against the light. It was time for sparring, a regular academy drill, but today felt different.

because she still hadn’t fought.

          𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐊𝐎 𝐊𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐎  had been at the academy for two weeks now. she’d aced target practice. she’d moved through agility drills like wind slipping through leaves. but she had never been called to spar.

until now.

          “you’ll be sparring one-on-one,” iruka said. “no chakra. no weapons. this is not a battle, this is an exercise. control, observation, and movement.”

          𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈’s hand shot up like he was trying to catch the sun. “can i fight sasuke?! i’ve been practicing my kick thingy!”

“no” Iruka replied flatly.

“what?! why not?!”

“because I said so.”

          naruto collapsed into a dramatic heap of limbs.

          sakura rolled her eyes. ino sighed through her nose. shikamaru muttered “drag” under his breath.

           iruka scanned the list again. “first match” he hummed before saying “Kocho Ameiko and Uzumaki Naruto.”

the name sent a ripple to the yard.

          naruto’s head snapped up, clearly shocked. “really!?!”

          sasuke turned his head slightly.

          somewhere behind the line, Hinata covered her mouth.

          everyone else went quiet. because Ameiko was already stepping forward.

          her sandals barely made a sound as she moved. the hem of her soft lavender haori whispered across the dirt. the butterfly clip in her hair shimmered as she passed a sunbeam.

she didn’t make eye contact.

she didn’t hesitate.

          she just walked until she stood at the center of the mat, hands folded, head tilted slightly like she was listening to a breeze no one else could hear.

          naruto stared. “wait, her? she looks like she’s about to attend a tea party, not a sparring match.”  he walked over to the mat, blinking at her. “ no offense ”

          her smile slightly widened. “ none taken ” she looked at him. really looked. not judging. not scared. not annoyed. just curious. like he was a puzzle she hadn’t finished yet.

          while naruto didn’t know where to look.

At her eyes?

At her hands?

At her—wait, no, that was weird.

          iruka raised his hand. “begin.”

          naruto didn’t move at first. then, determined not to lose in front of sasuke and sakura, he let out a yell and charged, arms flailing, knees high, a blur of ambition.

          he punched, but ameiko wasn’t there anymore.

          not gone, just… not where he thought.

          she had turned with the motion, graceful as a branch bending in wind, and naruto’s fist met empty air.

          “huh—?!”

           she touched two fingers to his back, so lightly it almost tickled. and pushed.

He tripped.Flat. Face-first.

         “ow!” some of the class laughed. Others just gawked.

          naruto sat up and pointed. “that doesn’t count! she didn’t even fight me!”

          “i didn’t have to,” Ameiko said gently. “you fought the air. it won.”

          somewhere around the crowd said “ooops” while snickering

          naruto huffed and stood up, brushing dust off his knees. “fine! this time i’ll actually hit you!”

          he ran again, slower now but wilder. throwing his leg up for a kick.

          ameiko ducked beneath it, not crouching, just folding like paper in breeze and tapped his ankle.

down he went. Again.

          he landed with a dramatic thud. “seriously?!”

          “you fall like it’s your hobby,” ameiko said quietly. “are you collecting bruises?” naruto groaned into the ground.

          ino squinted from the back. “she’s doing that on purpose, right? the whole… soft voice, perfect balance, ghost-in-a-poem thing?”

          sakura crossed her arms. “it’s like she’s never even tripped in her life. ugh.”

          hinata watched, wide-eyed. “she’s so... calm. like a petal floating on water...”

          shikamaru had his eyes half-closed. “no wasted movements, like she’s thinking ten steps ahead.” then, he whispered “troublesome”

          sasuke didn’t say a word. but he was watching. closely.

          iruka blinked, before finally raised his hand. “match over. point to kocho.”

          naruto sat up, puffing. "she fights like a—like a—like a weird butterfly!”

          ameiko turned, sleeves brushing behind her. “a butterfly lands where it pleases,” she said softly, not looking back. “even if that place is your head.”

          kiba cracked up. “she roasted you with butterflies, dude!”

          naruto groaned and flopped back onto the mat like he’d been stabbed.

           ameiko returned to the side quietly, slipping between students like fog between trees. no victory cheer. just stillness.

but she had everyone’s attention.

even if she didn’t ask for it.

even if she never spoke again.

𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐊𝐎 𝐊𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐎 didn’t need to shout to be remembered.

she just needed to move.

  【𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄】

okay, so before we follow the original storyline of naruto in anime—i just wanna show you more about our main character and her interactions with the love interest.

i'll update twice in a week, or more—depends on my motivation to write.

if you have any suggestions who to add more in our love interest, just comment it down! (im still thinking of lowering kakashi’s age because i want to include him but idk, im still deciding)

until then, 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒! 🫀