A mop of blond hair bopped down from the steps of the train and moved left. It stopped a few feet after and changed directions. Again it stopped. It disappeared for a moment as it pointed down. When it bopped up again, it repeated its directionless process twice more.

“Excuse me, you must be Naruto Uzumaki.”

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( Prologue of a Naruto fic I wrote long ago. )