Prologue

I ran over the streets, a car rammed into me. My death was quick. Painless.

I blinked

"What the fuck?" I couldn't help but voice my bemusement. All-though what came out from my throat was not an old male's voice, it was a high-pitched and childish one. In front of me and the kids was an old man dressed in a white robe and a hat I've only seen in my favourite Anime. My little comment didn't go unnoticed because the other minors where gasping loudly at my colourful sentence. The flamboyant comment was comparable to mentioning something blasphemous in front of devout priests. At least that's what I deduced from the gasps.

"The Matron will spank you for saying bad words before the Hokage, stupid Naruto!" said a snotty little brat with quite the forgettable face. Everyone else was staring at me with something akin to pity. Except for the old man, his five-foot frame shook with mirth.

"As I was saying, the beast known as the nine-tailed fox was demolished by our great Forth Hokage." The old man continued. "But it didn't go without a price. The Fourth Hokage sacrificed himself so the Village Hidden in the Leaves could continue to flourish in the Elemental Nations" he finished dramatically. The brats had shining stars replacing their eyes…. literally.

I, on the other hand, looked flabbergasted.
Why is the old man talking like the Elemental Nations exists, and why did they call me Naruto?
I was about to address a reprimand until one kid beat me to it and questioned the old man.

"Uhm, Hokage-Sama. Could you… uh… show Ninja-tricks?" the toddler asked using his very limited vocabulary.
The other kids immediately perked up at the request and pleaded the Old Bastard to show them some abnormal actions.

I smirked with devilish delight. The old man was done for. Check-mate.

"All right" the old man resigned with a overly dramatic sigh…... wait what?!
Kawarimi no Jutsu
There was a loud poof and some smoke before a peculiar individual was spotted.

The person had a black shirt underneath a grey flak jacket, bandages around his ankles, black sandals and he wore a weasel porcelain mask.

'No way, either my eyes are tricking me... or I hit my head… although I don't feel particularly disoriented nor dizzy'
I stared with shock at the ANBU shinobi. I brought my hands up only to realize how tiny they were.

I panicked. I quickly looked around the room for a mirror. The action didn't go unnoticed by the brats and the grown-ups.

"What are you running around for Naruto?" asked a little girl.

I ignored her in favour of a mirror attached to one of the walls in the room. I ran over and saw….

I looked like…. no, I am a blond boy, looked barely 4 years old, had three scar-like whiskers and ocean-blue eyes.

'Oh God, I'm Naruto…. IN NARUTO!'
I started swaying around. Clutching my head,
I dropped to my knees and gave a long, loud, piercing howl expressing the pain I was feeling inside.

'I WANTED TO BE IN ONE PIECE, NOT NARUTOOOOOOOOO'

I laid down in a fetal position,
the last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was the worrying gaze of the Third Hokage
and the Matron smiling wickedly at my demise.