I’m sitting under a blossom tree, it’s the middle of spring, so the tree is blooming beautifully with the delicate pink flowers. I’m reading on of Jiraiya’s books, the one that two of my former students and close friends, Naruto and Sakura, gave me. Naruto is like a son to me, though. I’d like to think I’m his father figure. I’ll always be there for the poor kid, he’s been through a lot. But he’s strong, just like I was as a kid. I’m a lot less cold now, though, ironically. I was a cold kid, now I’m goofy around friends and rarely get serious. I’m the Copy Ninja. Very powerful and well known among shinobi of all of the hidden villages.

It’s hot in the middle of summer, but I don’t mind the heat too much since it’s a nice day and it’s worth it. The forest looks beautiful in spring, and it’s early morning, so there aren’t too many people around the Hidden Leaf currently. It’s peaceful and calm. I just might fall asleep, I can feel myself drifting off.