Chapter 1

Declaimer: I don't own Naruto.

This fic is a newer version of "The New Generation". :) Hope you enjoy!

Naruto Uzumaki. Just a boy. Not even out of the academy yet. 8 years old. Strong, brave, and cocky. Oh yeah did I mention that he also has a demon sealed inside of him? He was born with this so called 'curse'. He has been shunned, beaten, tortured, misunderstood, and misjudged.
A man known as the fourth Hokage has sealed this demon kyuubi in him. Naruto resents the man. Why would he do it? What did he ever do to deserve this? Naruto asks himself those questions every day. So now we see what Naruto has become. Ever since that torturous day.
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The village of Konohagakure was as lucky as ever. Bright, cheerful, and excited. The village was in process of setting up banners, lights, music, and just about every single sparkly thing in site. For today was October 10, the day the kyuubi was sealed away and the village saved.
Everything was nice and cheerful until a single 8 year old boy walked down the street. His bright blonde hair was wild and astray. His crystal blue eyes twinkled in the afternoon sun. He was rather tall, reaching a height of 5"4 and he wore black ninja pants, a sleeveless top, ninja shoes, a deep red sleeveless cloak, and two long sword strapped crisscross across his back. His face was decorated with 6 whisker marks, 3 on each cheek. The boy had a look of boredom written on his face. His eyes may be bright, but they never shone. Never the hint of amusement etched there or even a smile. He would change from bored, mad, annoyed, and impassive. Nothing more, nothing less.
He silently made his way down the streets as everyone stared at him. Some in anger, others in fear. The crowd moved to make a path which Naruto made his way through, not caring a bit. He just stared straight ahead, not making eye contact with anyone.
His face did not even twitch when a man 3 times his size appeared before him. The man was a whopping 6"11, burly, and muscular. He wore black sweats, a t-shirt, and black sandals. His baseball bat was swung over his shoulder, his glasses covering his eyes, and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
The man said not a word. His eyes betraying his emotions. They were filled with anger, sadness, and pity. He looked on at the smaller boy for a minute before roaring. His arm was cocked back, ready to swing. Naruto just stood there, staring boredly. The man came closer and closer until he was a mere 3 feet from Naruto. Still, Naruto did not move an inch.
Naruto finally side-stepped when the burly man was a foot away. The man's bat hit the gravel and he stumbled. He straightened himself and turned swiftly to take another swing. Once again Naruto dodged. This process went on for a little bit.
Naruto was starting to get to the point of boredom were he'd fall asleep. And so when the man came to swing his bat at Naruto, he grabbed the tip of the bat and squeezed. The bat obliterated. All that was left was a few small shards of wood.
The man fell to the ground in terror. He was shaking from anger and fear, eyes wide, and mouth slightly agape. He shook himself, as it would seem to shake water off, and stood. He raised his fist to strike at Naruto but Naruto held his hand up. " Do you really wish for your hand to have the same fate as your bat?" he asked as he stood with the same look of boredom and impassiveness.
The man then slowly lowered his hand. Once Naruto saw this, he turned to walk away. Naruto was slowly walking away when the man snapped. He charged forward, having enough common sense not to scream. His fist cocked back, he came within 2 feet of Naruto who still had his back turned, walking. Time seemed to slow down, everything in slow motion like a movie. Everyone taking deep gasps, anticipating what was about to happen.
Just when everyone thought his fist was to connect with Naruto's head, Naruto swung his arm around and grabbed the man's hand.
Naruto tilted his head back just enough to look at the man. "I warned you." Naruto stated in a monotone before he squeezed.
SNAP!
The man fell to the ground, holding his right hand. His face was twisted in agony and he was holding his right hand so hard the knuckles on his left hand turned white. The broken hand now had two bones sticking out on either side. Blood was pouring from his hand, making a small puddle on the gravel. Many children screamed, parents turned away, some even puked. Naruto just stood impassive in front of the raging man.
The man suppressed the urge to pass out and looked up at Naruto. "YOU MONSTER!" he screamed. "GET OUT! THIS VILLAGE DOESN'T NEED A DEMON LIKE YOU!" Naruto didn't even react to the comment. He'd heard these things his entire life. He was beaten and been treated like nothing more than trash. He had to learn to protect himself. So at just a young age, 4 years old, he forced the Hokage to train him. He then, by age 6, started working on his own and under the tutelage of Jiraiya of the Sannin. He had grown over the years, training to no end, never giving up. Naruto became a top Jonin by age 8.
Naruto was extremely strong, in strength and will, but because of the villagers, he was shut down. His emotions never shown, his facial features limited to 2 or 3. He would never turn against his village, for he vowed to always protect it, but if anyone tried to mess with him, an enemy or villager, then he would not stand idyll by and take it.
Most people did not see his face, as he wore a plain white fox mask, but on his day offs he doesn't wear it. He always has his swords and any other of his weapons.
Naruto just stood looking at the pathetic man for a moment. He just shook his head and swiftly turned around. As he walked away, he cocked his head back slightly, looking at the man. "I hate hurting you all. But you leave me no choice." and he was gone in a swirl of leaves.
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