Gravity makes the earth turn.

Small hands struggling to completely clasp around the greater object that hugs back and lets out a sigh. "You're getting paint all over my clothes, Naruto," She says whilst breaking the hug,"I'm sorry, I'm really happy that your back and forgot I was holding it" looking at her with a huge grin he gleefully admits. "Were you good while I was away?" Still on her knees facing the boy."Yup, I picked up trash and threw it away. Then I ate the sandwiches you left, then I put the plate in the sink and started practising my writing and after, while my brush was still out I started to paint, " he proudly stated. Stoically, she looked at him and smiled inside, placing her hand on his head she queried more, "That sounds like an exciting day, but am I going to find that there's crumbs detailing your movements?" The boy looked down, avoiding his mother's gaze in guilt. "Naruto, healthy people stay healthy because their surroundings are clean and nin stay alive because their tracks are taken care of, deciving or hiding is essential to most nin activities even if we're more like soldiers with a ninja root but well done for realising and noting that you had left a track."

"Sorry, mom," Naruto quietly said, trying to hide his whimpers and forming tears. "It's fine, Naruto, I'm not mad. All I want is for you to be safe. If you need a minute to calm down, then join me outside when you're ready, but today, we're going to be playing with some toys I got." She says, flashing a few wooden shuriken and kunai."That's not all. There's a wooden ninjatō too. After training we will take a nin break then play chess, if everything goes well then we can go on a surprise outing." She stands up and walks out after recognising her sons desire to ball starting to combat with his desire to 'play'.

Moments later, the child comes outside with a calm facade, dressed with black pants and a black t-shirt and bandages wrapped around his hands. Acknowledging his arrival without turning, "Naruto, hell gets prettier the more you burn. Please think about this when you wish to quit. You may find that in the next few years, you will deliberate on this a lot."Why do I need to become a shinobi?" The young boy looks up at his mom with a tired expression. "It is our way. Yours won't be just seals but the legacy of a true nin that won't die for any reason other than old age, unfortunately with our unique skills, disposition and a rather queer gift, you will be hunted, you will be caught and you will suffer many fates worse than death. I will take away your freedom, I will make your life miserable, and I will make sure that when I'm done, no one will be able to hurt you if you don't want to be hurt." Rage swirling beneath her words. Looking up, Kushina nodded softly, and a figure emerged from the trees like a shadow and slashed Narutos throat. "M..o....m." Naruto said with one hand touching his throat that burnt like the hottest day with a confused expression, coughing slightly with blood pouring out his mouth in a spitting reflex while gruelling then collapsing to the ground.