So this is my first Naruto fic and yes it's one of those: what if Naruto's childhood had been different/ had a different team types. As it is I'm adding a single character to his past and I'll probably heavily change his team, cause even though I love the show, if I just retell that story why should you read this anyhoo, have a nice day. Let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I own no characters that belong to the actual show and frankly I hope no one sues me.

Prologue

Years later the people of Konohana would still remember the events following that fateful exam. The
communal memory went something like this: At first the konohana ninjas were badly outnumbered, having
to split their numbers between dealing with the sound and sand nin and ushering the civilians, both local and
foreign, to safety. Despite this the ninjas of the village of the hidden leaf were not only holding their own, but
slowly gaining the advantage. Still, the sound and sand nin were demanding a heavy toll of the defenders,
slaying more with each passing minute. Then a wild whoop filled the air and the town was filled with energetic
orange figures. No one really knows if there were hundreds or thousands of the jubilant clones, but the one
thing everyone can agree upon is that they swarmed the village like a horde of locusts. Their fists and battle
cries struck out at the bodies of the invading nins. For every clone defeated more would appear, leaping over
buildings eager to join the fight.

The clones even made it to the outskirts of the village, by a memorial stone, in their search for more opponents.
There they found an unexpected one. A man with gray hair snarled as he saw them, screaming defiance and
throwing senbon and kunai at the surprised shadow clones. The clones disappeared and more took their place.
These were not confused at all and lashed out at the man wearing glasses. For his part Kabuto demonstrated
far more skill than a genin could be said to possess, for he struck down each of these easily as well. No more
appeared and he took a moment to gather his senses. With a smile he realized that the clones had not been
looking for him, and it was merely his own nerves that had caused him to destroy both the batches. His cover
was still safe.

A loud voice dispelled the illusion Kabuto was weaving for himself. Another blonde orange clothed body
slammed into Kabuto, sending his glasses sprawling, amidst a cry of "traitor". The blond shape regained his
feet faster than kabuto did. Huffing a little Naruto glared at the silver haired traitor. A smirk lit up Kabuto's
bloodied face.

"So you know my secret eh Kyubbi? Well I guess I'll just have to make sure you take it to the grave."

Ignoring Naruto's angry retort the sound spy pounced only to find him self falling through his target, a simple illusion.
But how was that possible? He hadn't taken his eyes off the one that had punched him. A yell from behind stopped his
wondering thoughts, forcing kabuto to take the defensive to avoided further pain.

The blond demon host roared and attacked, sending punch after punch at his target. Several landed, forcing grunts
from the traitor. Naruto didn't come away unscathed though, small cuts from a kunai as well as several senbon appeared
upon his flesh. From those small wounds fire seemed to spread. With every punch Naruto through it seemed as if the
burning got worse and an new piece of him was affected and he lost a little bit of speed.

When his movements slowed and Kabuto landed a solid kick that knocked the blonde down, naruto decided to play
it smarter. Forcing himself up Naruto attempted to force his hands to make the familiar seals to summon more clones.
The poison made his attempts sloppy though, the heat and pain conspiring to make his normally nimble hands slow and ungainly.
Still he forced himself to make seals, never noticing that his sloppy hands created other ones, as the fingers slid into unusual positions.
A gnawing hunger seemed to form in his finger tips, as if the juetsu needed more energy. He tried to give it more, but was surprised
when it seemed as if the juetsu itself was simply siphoning what it needed. More and more power found its way in, as he molded the
chakra into a technique he'd never heard of.

For a few seconds nothing happened as Kabuto grinned at the poisoned genin. Then darkness spread from Naruto's fingertips.

The clones were making a difference. Still many of the more elite enemies were able to hold their own, staving off many of the clones
with well placed single strikes. And then every thing changed again. With a roar a shadowy figure emerged on the outskirts of the village
and then, as one the clones smiled. Each gave a different battle cry, but their next actions were all the same. Hundreds, if not thousands,
of hands moved in unison, forming seals in an order no one had ever seen before. As each one finished they bellowed out armure d'obscurité.
A black substance spread from their fingertips, coating first their hands, then their arms, and so on until they were all covered in a shield of shadow.
Then they resumed their battles. Their black arms struck harder, harming even the most accomplished enemy shinobi. Their bodies moved
faster allowing them to evade and strike far more often than before. No longer did they vanish upon a single hit. Each clone easily took
a beating before allowing others to take its place. Dodging and weaving, casting juetsu and throwing punches, the clones quickly whittled
down the opposition, leaving little but squad after squad of unconscious and bleeding enemies behind. Finally there was nothing left for them
except a giant barrier and they destroyed even that. Later two dead bodies would be found on a rooftop surrounded by a small army.

At least that's all everyone can agree on. The real story is slightly more involved. And it starts a long time ago. Around twelve years actually,
with the arrival of a merchant.