NARUTO-NEO (鳴戸-ネオ)

by Ro Oeuvre Belvedere

There's a new Naruto Uzumaki in Konoha, and she's no Oiroke no Jutsu! This is a renewed tale with a renewed Naruto following her path to become a true ninja, facing all odds against her head on ever since her birth THAT night. Very few to say friend, too many to call foe, who can she trust? How deep will her next scar be? How long before somebody realizes her mask?

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SAGA I|Her Against the World

ARC 1|First Steps to Greatness

Day in the Life of the Mischievous Misfit

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It has nearly been twelve years… nigh twelve years since the night that those of Konoha have yet to forget. Upon that night, a ferocious demon, known as the Kyuubi no Youko, appeared seemingly from thin air and ravaged our village, taking many lives and foundation. Just as Konoha's valiant ninjas were making their final stand, the strongest shinobi of them all came forth to oppose the beast alone.

It had been her, the Yondaime Hokage, who stood in absence of fear for her life, only bearing concern for her beloved village, the land she's sworn to protect. She kept the Kyuubi at bay, but had known such a demon could not be killed. Thus with her final breath, the Yondaime performed her final jutsu and sealed the hellish beast within the belly of an infant born that devastating night.

That infant was given the name…

Laughter. Loud, relentless, full-belly laughter fills the ambience of the hidden shinobi village entitled Konohagakure. The source of such free-spirited laughter is a young girl of wild sunshine hair and sun-kissed skin and her eyes squinted shut by her abnormally wide grin. Her arms are crisscross and her feet confidently spread apart as she stands atop of a cliff, and on the cliff's face are the four faces of all who lead this prosperous village… defaced by a daredevil paint job.

… Uzumaki Naruto.

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"Hokage-sama! Hokage-sama!"

"Sandaime-sama!"

The old man is seated upon a plushy zabuton*, one hand planted on his easel-board, and the other stroking with an ink brush. Irked that his meditative calligraphy has been disturbed, the leader of ninja frustrates an exhale of smoke from his pipe.

"I'm busy." He grumbles at the two shinobi. "Whatever's the matter the jounin can handle it." Noting his chuunin-level subordinates' anxiety, he sighs. "What did she do this time?"

"She vandalized the monuments again!" One chuunin shouts.

"This time with red acrylic paint!" The other practically shrieks.

The Sandaime Hokage grunts. "That girl…"

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

AT LAST! Life has been calling me back, so this took much longer than I wanted it to. At first I figured a prologue would be how I want to start it, but I want to jump right into it, so here it is.

And to quell your train of thinking, this is NOT a genderbent Naruto, this Naruto would have some major differences from the canon, and would be seen as the story progresses.

Zabuton—A japanese cushion for sitting, generally on the floor.