I'm a college student in Florida, reading fan-fiction more than actual books.
I leave disruption and chaos in my wake. I turn my head and look into the crowd of people that have gathered. My pleas for help ignored for fear of being attacked by my pursuers. I could see the fear in their eyes. Many people here were close to them. Them. They spelled doom for those before me. I turn the corner of a street to gaze upon a gathering of said pursuers searching the city. They came in two types.The aggressive ones moved quickly breaking everything in their path and harmed the men that angered them, then there were the quiet ones. The quiet ones were more difficult to escape and usually far more skilled. The novices were hard to detect until I felt them latch on to me. From the look in their eyes they where determined to never let go, the advanced ones lured me in. A bowl of ramen here or there. To me those that hunted me were all call one thing: FAN-GIRLS.
Beginning of 'Hanone no Kitsune'
"Warning: Stories may contain super powerful Naruto in the end. To explain this". Signals Naruto to come on stage. I quickly run off stage put on a pair of sunglasses, then huddle into a ball and say "Ready". Naruto calmly pulls from his jacket an intensely glowing orb. There is a flash of light followed by a rush of air as a great force makes itself known. "This" Naruto says loudly so that his voice carries to the back of the gathered crowd, though, that was unnecessary. "is ChaosKitsune's BLESSING!"One of the spectators from his seated position asks the man next to him "When do you think our eyesight will return!" "About three to four days!" "and when while the ringing stop!" "Hopefully sometime today!"
I don't actually have his blessing. Just using a little crazy, Marvel Deadpool variant: writers (or mangaka) are the God's of the fictional universe