"Come back you monster"
"Running's not going to help well find you"
"Monster"
"Beast"
"Die"
Was all small 9-year-old Naruto could hear as he ran and avoided shuriken, kunai, and jutsu from the ninja that were chasing him along with the villagers. When Naruto turned the corner he noticed it was a dead-end, but he was too late, when he turned around someone stabbed him in the stomach with a sword and several shuriken and kunai hit him. The man who stabbed him pulled the sword out backed away with an evil smile on his face. Someone yelled time erase jutsu suddenly Naruto was engulfed by light and the last things he heard was cheering. The man that yelled the last jutsu disappeared into the shadows.
Somewhere else
"So did you test the jutsu?"
"Hai Orochimaru-sama I tested the jutsu on an orphan boy who was being chased, but everyone still remembered him sir" Said a ninja bowing down to orochimaru
"I see what happened to the boy and if he was an orphan how was he remembered"
"I don't know what happened to the boy sir I searched for him but he was nowhere to be found. I think the jutsu still killed and removed all traces of the boy but the memories of the people still remained in tacked Orochimaru-sama. The reason that I know that the boy was still remembered was because like I mentioned earlier he was being chased by villagers and some ninja most likely because he stole something and angered the ninjas"
"I see we still have work to do since it didn't prevent the boy from being born or erasing him completely from time if he was still remembered." Orochimaru looked at the ninja and excused him.
"Well it seem that I was too hasty in thinking that jutsu was completed. I should have known erasing someone from existence would be harder than that."
Back with Naruto
"Yay Yondaime"
"Congratulation"
"You'll be the best hokage"
"Umm thank you I will do my best to be the best hokage you have had..."
Suddenly there was a bright light and in front of the new hokage appeared a small blond boy with a hole in the middle of his stomach.
