NUUC

Enter Naruto, the Best Chef in Konoha!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Toriko.

"Move it demon brat! Our customers want our delights and they want them now!" A huge man wearing a suit yelled into the direction of a kitchen that was high class and clean on the inside. It looked like it was big enough for a five-star restaurant.

"You know that cooking is an art? I can't rush the food! They need to be cooked the right way!" The voice of a young boy from within the kitchen had startled and confused the consumers; seriously, who lets a kid into the kitchen of such an expense restaurant.

"Who was that?" One them got bold enough to ask and the man who happened to be the owner got sheepish on his face.

"Sorry about my outburst but I was yelling at Naruto. He is the youngest chef in the world and the best at his age group but I always have to tell him to hurry up because I don't see any reason to keep you waiting." The owner tried to savage what little welcome presence he had left on the customers who were not feeling very well about his previous outburst.

Then the customers saw a boy, or two, or three…there were a horde of blondes! They all were under tall for their age around that of 10 years which brought up more questions as to what he was doing in a restaurant like this one under the name of the Golden Dish Leaf. "Here is all your orders ladies and gentleman. I thank you for your patience and present your meals." The boy acted like a gentleman for sure and he and his 'doppelgangers' placed the plates and soup plates filled with food on the respected tables perfectly. The customers each took in their first bite and started to cheer for joy.

"YUM!"

"Delicious!"

"Prefect!"

"Amazing!"

"I can't get enough of this!"

"Mommy, this is good and yummy!"

Voice like this sprung throughout the restaurant and pretty soon, all the customers started eat like pigs; as if the food will disappear if they hesitate or take it slow. "We are honored that you have enjoyed our food." The owner said even though he barely did anything other than boss everyone around to take the orders and give them to the chefs in the hot and steamily kitchens to make them. "Now get back to work brat! You and your clones!" The owner was no ordinary civilian, he had seen civilians come and go in his resultant but he also was familiar with Shinobi and their Ninjutsu. He only tolerated such arts if it will get the food ready for the customers like Naruto's cloning Jutsu which cuts the time down the more clones are made.

"Yes sir." They all said and the blondes walked in a dignified manner back into the kitchen to wait for the next set of orders like every other day. It was the only way for this kid prodigy in the art of cooking to earn the dough he needed to keel enough bread to make his life demands. He just wished to find better work in a better workspace but this restaurant only allowed him in because he once made something high class with low-class ingredients; this kid is a genius, a diamond in the rough but still he never got the respect he could ever ask for. But soon, that will all change.

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Now it was the closing hours of the Golden Dish Leaf and everyone got their paycheck before leaving for home. Too bad that the owner always cut down on Naruto's pay and gave it to the other cooks who do nothing but laugh at his misery and watch him juggle the work all because the poor boy wanted to be accepted despite his age.

But it wasn't all bad, Naruto still had time to go where he truly felt appreciated for his efforts, the Ichiraku Ramen shop. He hurried by, ignoring all the glares and the yelling at him to 'watch it' or 'get lost'. Naruto ran all the way from one side of the village to the other until he came across a sight that will be buried in his mind for years.

In a small section of the village that was the home to many restaurants that were successful with both civilian or Shinobi or even the visitors from the other countries, there was no people. There was no smell of fresh food being cooked into delicious dishes to be served. There was no steam from the kitchen stoves and ovens. There was no commotion from the visiting about where to go next and what to do then. There was nothing. Nothing but ash.

Ashes of burnt wood filled the air, making it stinky and hard to breathe in. And entire block of restaurants were burnt to the ground like trees in a forest fire. Fire must have caused this but who caused the fires? Naruto didn't care, those restaurants never let him in, not even when the blonde was starving to death. It was what was in front of his eyes that sent him to his knees in grief.

There it was, the simple but popular stand for some ramen on the go but for Naruto, it was a safe haven because the dual owners never gave him a bum stir. They all accept anyone who loved Ramen as their customers. Naruto was event eh their best eater, he could finish a record of nineteen bowls at a time, when he was really upset. But now it was gone, Mr. Ichiraku and his adult daughter Ayame and everything else; it was all gone. Not there anymore, never to exist again.

"It is about time you finally showed up Demon." Naruto flinched and turned with eyes of grief that turned to anger when he saw the. The would-be arsonists that had torched the place, to cover up their tracks. "We were about to leave all this to you if you came a lot later, I guess work was really too much for even a little boy like you."

"You…you killed them didn't you?" Naruto had handled the civilians who hated Naruto so much as assault him and tried to kill him. But this really took the cake as no one that knew Naruto very well were never to be harmed but now that rules wasn't enforced this time.

"They just had to make the stupid decision as to let you in as a customer here. You know that your kind was never welcome here in the first place!" One of them said and the others laughed along.

"But they were just doing their job! They will never let anyone starve to death! They didn't deserve to die! They were only Ramen cooks!" Naruto tried to make sense to all this but couldn't stop being hit in the cheek and sent a good few yards.

"They were traitors because they aided demons rather than us humans! Don't they know that you demon folk were going to eat them sooner or later?! They got what fate they chose as cowards!" Another one of the arsonists shouted and the others continued to laugh.

"Cowards try to avoid their fate! Heroes embrace them with bravery to face any consequences and that was what they did!" Naruto shouted as he got back onto his feet. "You call yourself heroes because you let your own hate rule over your reason! You call yourselves heroes because you kill innocent lives for yourself! You call yourselves heroes because you have no shame disobeying the Hokage's orders to get what you want! If that is what heroes do than I will rather not be one!" Despite Naruto's speech, the arsonists were not to listen to him one of them had punch him down again and stab him in the chest!

"You demons all talk like you are humans but you are not!" He shouted as he pushed a makeshift spear into Naruto's side, threatening to harm one of the internal organs. "We know better than the fools you call Shinobi, they are nothing but reckless idiots who want nothing but fame until they die! We civilians live longer so we are better than any Shinobi and the Hokage is a senile old man who wants to have his own personal weapons! Not that you will ever figure that one out!" Apparently Naruto was right on this one; these civilians were so mad with their hate that they just admitted to something that were not to be denied; Naruto always wondered why the Hokage never intervened when he was brought on death's doorstep. Then the group approached the blonde who failed to even struggle with the pain in his right side.

They hit him. They beat him. They cut at him like rabid cats with their sharpened claws, it was all so sick but for this young chef, the worst had just happened. They then started to rip at his clothes and even found Naruto's cooking knife. "Hey this is a good knife, and now it is mine." He started to laugh while the others were too but then the sound of a hurt boy was to be heard.

"Put that down…" They turned to see that Naruto was still breathing even through their handiwork, "Give that back to me…" Instead they just laughed at the poor boy.

"Give it back? You couldn't even use this against us. You still refused to use it to draw our blood. I thought you were a better demon than this, now you are a disgrace to both as a demon and a human imposter!" He continued to laugh until he felt an uncomfortable pain in his wrist that held the knife and saw that something he couldn't see was squeezing it. "Arrgh! Stop it you brat! You dammed demon! You trash!" He started to kick at Naruto who was on the ground defenseless but this scum didn't cared; he wanted this pain to leave because in his mind, he shouldn't have to feel pain from 'doing the impossible deed' that even the Hokage couldn't do. But then, before the mad arsonist could kick Naruto again, the wrist exploded. "GARRGH!"

The arsonist dropped to his knees with his arm without a hand and the knife fell to Naruto and the blonde managed to get up despite his wounds. "You have a lot of nerve, treating a cook and a innocent little boy like your punching bag because you refused to admit you couldn't even move on from when a giant fox attacked your village and killed your family. So what, that is all gone past and you are not the same scum in the eyes of your loved ones wherever they are. You all are the disgrace and if the Hokage won't do a thing, I will protect myself." Naruto said in a low tone while the civilian arsonists were frozen in fear; proof that they were the cowards they hated above all else. The last thing they ever saw the image of a fox that appeared behind Naruto and growled at anyone who tried to harm the blonde.

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Hours later, it was raining. Raining hard, washing away anything that wasn't dry on the ground. Such paint, dirt, stains or even…blood. Yes, the rain was helping a certain boy by washing away the blood and even the stench of human blood from his skin and clothes. They even helped him cool down and wash away the stinking sweat off his whole body. But that never helped stop the flow of tears that went down his face from his eyes.

He just sat there, crawled like a scared bear cub in its cave during a thunderstorm without its mother to comfort it. He had to kill all these people in self-defense which was still crime in the eyes of the ones who bend the rules they made in order to get who they hated into prison and who they liked to remain in power including the one who had done nothing to stop violence and anarchy. Now Naruto will just wait for someone to see the mass of bodies around him and call him a demon again and try to kill him. But that never happened that day or any other.

"Hello boy. May I ask why you are out here in the rain?" Naruto raised his head and saw a strange old lady with the weirdest outfit and hair style like a bun but he noticed something else. The rain never got on this old lady's clothes or the bags of food she was carrying. Even the dirt on the ground parted as she took a step closer to the blonde. "My name is Setsuno. I have seen everything." Naruto flinched for this old lady to call him a demon like the others but instead, "I am impressed and I always wanted an apprentice in this long life." Naruto couldn't believe what he was hearing; and he couldn't stop wanting to take the chance.

End of Prologue.

*Hello everyone! This is MircThomas19 here with a new story! And also something else.

I am still adjusting to my new summer class and just had my first exam. It was fine, a lot like the study guides that I spent a few days cramping into my mind. But that is not what I need to tell you all.

I have always thought that since I loved stories, I should make one myself. But reality was harsh and I soon found myself overcame by my subconscious that always tell me to forget about work and just laze around all day. But this time, I am stretching my hoppy into something that I can do when I am not working with Fanfiction. I will be making my own novels when I have nothing on my stories.

Just letting you know so you will hopefully take it easier on me. I am taking a regular class shorten to only six weeks so I will have a lot to learn under such short time. Then I will have my last semester at NOVA which includes five classes in a row; something that I had it easy with only four in my first semester. Please cut me some clack, I am training for the real college years.*