" hehe ... target secured ! " his choice of victim is not selective, his taste for mischief indiscriminate. whatever unfortunate soul might walk directly under the pail filled with water he holds so preciously in his arms ? they must bear the punishment for looking down on uzumaki naruto-sama , whether he knows them personally or not. they're all the same, anyways. everyone in this village seems to hate him, with exceptions few enough that he no longer hopes for another. he may as well get ahead of them. oh, it's lined up to be the perfect prank ... until he gets a little too eager to view the chaos from his perch in the branches. " whoa- aaaAAAHHHH !!! " he leans forward until he is no longer seated at all, comes crashing to the ground in a mess of tangled limbs. she's soaked, some noblewoman (?) before him, stunned by both the freezing cold water which has soaked her to the bone and his sudden entrance. he is entirely dry, but nursing a bump on his head that's sure to blossom into a bruise. " ah. um ... no, this is, well ... " he looks about in desperate search of a scapegoat, but the only two around are him and @halfhyuuga .
