Prologue
A thirteen year old boy with blond hair, blue eyes, tanned skin, and whiskered cheeks stood at the window of his apartment, looking out at the village he proclaimed to love. His name was Naruto.
As Naruto looked around his apartment he remembered all the good times. Turns out they were pitifully few, and all of them were with Iruka. This realization stopped Naruto from feeling guilty about what he was about to do. He had finally grown tired of the glares and insults, not even from just the villagers and his peers, but from his teammates. His Sensei didn't care, he wasn't hateful but he still didn't care. So Naruto had decided to leave. He was going to go away and train, he wasn't yet sure if he would come back eventually. It really depended on whether or not Tsunade declared him a missing-nin. Even if he did decide to come back, it wouldn't be for a few years. Probably not until he was at least eighteen. He was regretting leaving Iruka, but knew that if he stayed he would end up hating Konoha. He didn't want that. He turned and picking up his one bag, left without looking back.