Cursed boy. Of course, it's no surprise to absolutely anyone that Naruto has always been, you know, dreamy, intense. However, this time, maybe he went too far. Naruto scribbled on the statues of the four Hokages - unbelievably stupid. By his own fault, now, he was up on the rocks, impulsively cleaning the random drawings he had deliberately made a few hours ago. Tired of getting lectures from Iruka, the only thing he could do was ask the sensei to call you; his older brotherly figure.

Seriously speaking, it's almost hypocritical, since the boy knows that you cursed him at least twice as much as Iruka did - and damn, with intense words. And you did. It was annoying him, but deep down, he's glad to have someone who cares, even if that person is verbally tearing him apart. "Mmh, alright! I got it. You've been talking for ages. I can't take it anymore! I've learned my lesson," the boy grumbled, lowering his head as his hands ridiculously rubbed the red stains on the face of the First Hokage, Hashirama.