Disclaimer: I do not own the series Naruto nor do I own elements from the Megaten games/franchise.
Prologue
The village was strangely foggy that day. Usually blue skies and sunshine came into mind for the popular and most tourist-friendly Konahagakure. But today was not such a happy day.
Today was a day of reckoning.
"Why… Wh-why do they hate me…" sniffed the young Uzumaki Naruto. He was lying in exhaustion, covered with dirt, among dented and shabby looking kunai knives in the middle of a training field. After being humiliated and laughed at a few hours ago at the Ninja Academy, he had stormed off, yelling that he was going to be Hokage some day. Yet as he pummelled training logs and tossed all the weapons he had, Naruto did something he had done rarely in his life.
He thought about his life.
He thought about his skill, and the village, and the Sandaime Hokage, who was like a grandfather to him. He pondered all these things, and began to weep. "I don't understand… does God hate me? Is there anyone out there who is torturing me? Why!"
Later that day he walked back to his apartment, still covered in dust but having wiped away his tears. But then he felt a glancing blow across his head, sending him sprawling into the street. Swatting the stars out of his vision, he looked up to see Toruna Ogasaki, a miserable drunk who's favourite game was Beat Up Whisker Kid. The fat thug picked up Naruto and smacked him across the face. "YOU BRAT! WHO SAID YOU COULD TOUCH MY STREET!" Desperately Naruto looked around for help, but strangely all the people on the usually bustling avenue had gone. He turned to look at the man again but received another smack. "DID YA HEAR ME, YOU STINKING FAILURE?" Growling, Naruto tried to get free. "What did I ever do to you, you stinky fatso?" As Ogasaki raised his fist again, Naruto burst out with a flare of chakra. "Leave me ALONE!" He began to run away, faster than he ever had before. Ogasaki wiped the spit from his mouth. "THAT PUNK… LET'S GET HIM!" A bunch of other neighbourhood drunkards emerged from the shadows, sporting red noses, disorientation and various weapons. Chuckling in hope that the demon brat would finally get what was coming to him, they began chasing the boy.
Naruto gasped for breath as he approached the outskirts of the city. The drunks seemed to be powered by bloodlust, and were slowly gaining on him. Even though Naruto was a ninja-in-training, he was only 8, and some of the drunks were ninja. Looking around in desperation, he spotted a forested field. "Good… they are drunk, so they shouldn't be able to track me in the woods!" But as he ran through the trees, he cursed in dismay. "No! What will I- what can I…" The trees were merely the fence-like barrier of an old shrine. Naruto ran towards the shrine, banging at the doors until they finally opened. Turning around, he saw the drunks emerging from the foliage. As they ran down the path to the shrine, Naruto yelled out a command. "STOP!" Shocked for a moment, they halted. "Th-this is the holy shrine of," He looked behind at a sign for confirmation, "Bishamon! Yo-You can't touch me!" One of the drunks snickered with derision. "What do ya take us for? Saints? Monks? Who gives a shit?" They walked even closer, almost into the threshold of the shrine. "No… It can't end like this… no…" The thugs began to circle him and beat him, laughing all the while. "He-help me…"
Then he blacked out.
For the next few minutes, Naruto felt himself in a haze. "What is this…" He couldn't control it, but he felt his body moving… punching… fighting. Then all of a sudden he woke up, feeling better than he ever had before. Glancing down, he recoiled in shock. "Blood…!" Around him laid the bruised bodies of the drunks. What had happened?
"Excuse me."
Turning around in shock, he saw a small fox leaning against a post in the shrine.
"Yo. My lady Amateratsu saw your state when you entered a holy sanctuary, and asked me to assist you. I have given you the powers that you will need to become a hero, and I myself, in this illusionary form, will assist you. Yeah- My name is Take-Mikazuchi, but you can just call me Mika. Any questions?"
With all this new information and confusing conclusions rushing through him, Naruto could only do one thing. He fainted.
Sighing, Take-Mikazuchi scratched his head with a claw. "Kids these days."
Note: That is the first chapter. I am kinda new to this, so please review!