I don't own Naruto.
In the village of Konoha, the birds were chirping, the children were laughing, and all was-
"DIE DEMON!"
Right, all was peaceful.
Oi, idiot, I'm not the demon. Do I look like I have tails? Or giant bunny-like ears?" 'Which by the way is weird Kyuu'. "Yeah, Yeah Kit, I didn't choose 'em"
"Well, no...but you're still a demon, foxes are known for their great illusions."
"But they can usually only transform into beautiful ladies with big breasts" "Oi, Kit, uncalled for." "Sorry Kyuu, but he's a villager, they're kinda idiots."
"The demon was the king of his kind. He should be able to turn into a guy."
"Queen. Queen of foxes. And why would she turn into an unmuscular midget?"
"How the fuck should I know? I don't know what was in her mind. Wait, Queen? Plausible, I suppose, We didn't really see anything saying she was a he. Wait! Stop distracting me! DIE DEMON!"
"I have a name you know. It's Naruto Namikaze."
Random villager looks between Naruto and the Hokage Monument a good dozen times. Then his eyes widen and he backs away from Naruto, mouthing 'Holy shit' over and over again.
And that is how Naruto became known as the Yondaime's son. Through the gossip that the saddest looking villager spread. At least he was sad until Naruto told him he wasn't going to die. By his hand, anyway.
So, another day in Konoha, and the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and all was once more-
"NAMIKAZE!"
Peaceful. Not. But that's another day.