It had only been one whole day since his return to his hometown and already the teen found himself in a myriad of troubles. After graduating from the academy at the young age of ten, his promising career as a shinobi would be put on hold whilst he left the village and country to travel around the world. Five years later and here he was, back in Konohagakure no Sato and while he had always intended on returning when the time had come, he was now technically labeled a missing nin. Upon his return home, he was apprehended by one of the anbu squads that patrolled the village and surrendered willingly. And now here he was, cuffed to a dimly lit interrogation room being interviewed by an equally dim chunin. He sighed with an audible frustration present in his voice. “Like I said, for the umpteenth time… I am Enlil Hatake a genin of Konoha, I left the village after graduating from the shinobi academy.” His interviewer looked at him with the same look of disbelief that had been present for two hours. Chewing bubblegum, the man flipped through pages upon pages of documents in his hand. “Yeah kiddo, here’s the thing. I don’t believe ya.” The man pointed to the list of recent graduates in his hand, specifically on the section of students that had the letter ‘H’ at the start of their surnames. “Your name ain’t here kiddo, so how ‘bout you cut to the chase and get to the answers before I beat ya with a stick.” The man tested his patience, and frankly the young shinobi was at his limit. Stay calm.

He took a deep slow breath and exhaled his frustrations away. “Sir,-” He began by swallowing his pride and feigning respect to hopefully end this god forsaken interview. “-like I again pointed out earlier ago, that list that you’ve been showing me is the list of this year’s graduates. I graduated five years ago.” As he expected the man simply looked at him dumbfounded with his explanation. The interviewer blinked twice, chewed his bubblegum, and then spoke. “Yea that still don’t explain why you ain’t on my list kiddo.” Seething with a jolt of renewed rage the young shinobi had finally had enough of this bullshit, he was busting out of here and that was final.

He funeled chakra through his cuffed hands, but before he could  proceed further with his plans the door opened. The scrumptious aroma of freshly cooked meat flowed throughout the interrogation room. Enlil felt his body go weak as his stomach grumbled. A beautiful young woman in her mid twenties entered the room with a bowl of food and a pair of chopsticks in her hand. “Sorry to keep you waiting, Enlil. Here, have some lunch.” Laying the bowl of food on the table, the teen immediately reached out to the lid only to be hindered by the pair of cuffs that attached him to the table. The lady sighed and looked at the interviewer. “I told you to stop cuffing him, he isn’t a criminal.” The man froze with red cheeks, fumbling his hands on the keys. “Y-yes ma’am.” As the man uncuffed him, Enlil made sure to give a smug look of victory. “Thanks, lady.” With a faint smile on his face the young shinobi would open the lid that covered his food. Steam rushed forth from the bowl of fried pork cutlet and Enlil couldn’t help but dig in. “Well, I’ll get back to work now. You two just wait, I called over the Hokage to help figure the situation out.” Stuffing his face with food, the genin simply raised one thumb up to acknowledge the kunoichi.

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