When I was a boy, people would call me a monster, a demon. After hearing it for so long I started to believe that for a while, until I actually meet one. You see while I may have been called a lot of bad things in the past, I got a few new ones as I grew up; bastard, monster hunter, exorcist, demon hunter, and more recently protector.
I really hate the new one. It was given to me by the village hidden in the leaves, by my family.
As you can probably tell, I wasn't what you call close to my family. In all honesty, I really hate them. They committed the greatest sin anyone could commit to their child. They abandoned and forgot about him for their other children damning me to the wrath of the village, until he came.
He told me he could save me from my fate, to teach me the dark secrets of the world, to become a master of the mystic arts, and the price that comes with it.
That's where this story begins, the day that was supposed to be the worst, turned out to be the first chapter of my new life. Naruto Uzumaki is dead, call me Naruto Constantine.