"Please! Please don't hit me anymore." I cried staring up into the rage filled eyes of a villager. The man let a sadistic smile grace his face as I was thrown into the back of the desolate ally, hitting one of the bricks walls with such a force that the breath was knocked out of me. My head throbbed unbearably. Still panting I reached back and felt something warm and slightly sticky, clumping my blonde locks in a tangled, matted mess. Bringing my hand to my face to better examine the unknown substance I saw that it was covered in glistening, crimson liquid. Covered in blood, my blood. My attention had been fully concentrated on the concept that blood was oozing from my body that I barely noticed that the villager had found something that seemed to make him very… pleased. The glint from that metallic something caught my eyes and brought me back from my own little world.
"Please! I never harmed you in any way, just leave me be!" I entreated again my voice quivering in fear. Ignoring my plea he brought the iron bar back above his head, his arm trembling with anticipation at the pain he would inflict he swung it down at me in one swift motion. My initial thought was that nothing had happened…that I was okay…until a sickening, cracking sound met my ears. The numbness left as I stared in horror at my left leg. Even at this young age of four, I knew that it was not suppose to bend at that angle, my leg had broken completely. Letting out a deafening howl of pain was a dreadful mistake for this made a wide grin spread across the man's face as he brought the bar back up, preparing for another strike. As a defense, I hurriedly shut my mind off, pushed myself into unconsciousness, so I would no longer feel this pain. Beatings had become a regular thing for me, but never to this extent. Why did these people hate me so? I haven't done anything wrong, I don't even know most of them, yet they put me into such misery. Thoughts along these lines flittered through my subconscious as the pain from man's hits became just a soft buzzing in the deepest crevices of my mind. Those questions plagued my mind for years to no avail. Now I know though.
It was human nature to be afraid of things that are powerful, intelligent, and different. Lucky me, I matched all three of those requirements. Do you know what people do to what they fear? They try to destroy it, wipe it off the face of the earth, so that it can no longer scare them. Knowing these things I made a mask for myself. A mask of stupidity, hyperness, and extreme happiness. This mask would hide the real me until I was on top and no one could hurt me. This is a mask known as Naruto Uzumaki, Konohagakure's number one, knuckle-headed, hyper active ninja.