I do not own Naruto! If I did...I'd be rich maybe.
This is a reboot to start, but to clear the air up. Returning or new readers thank you for tuning into the reboot for Closure! I hope everyone is ready for a long story.
To begin, this story will contain gore, blood, adult themes, and topics that aren't suited for the younger audience or someone not prepared for the likelihood of what I mentioned. Some chapters will focus on a singular character's point of view while others won't. Some people will make an appearance while some won't not everyone will be in every chapter keep in mind.
Secondly, this is not me simply writing the whole naruto plot over as that isn't something I had in mind. I am going to expand on the already vast world of naruto by implementing other's idea(s) and my own; occasionally we dwell on what the canon characters are doing but the main focus will be the OC's that come into the world; some of the plot points will be of the original Naruto; some characters will die, live, who knows what could happen. Lots of worldbuilding and new things will be included in the story but rest assured I will deliver. Trust me when it comes to twist and turns you won't expect it.
To end with, this is a syoc type of story which if you want a qualified chance to join pm me for the application, for more information send me a message and I will get to it as soon as possible. The story starts a couple of months before the students take the graduation exam, which means teams can be switched, moved, erased, and many more.
The sudden influx of academy students left Hiruzen Sarutobi in a threshold of paperwork, sometimes the male wondered how life would be if he never been admitted to this position. He figured the sudden mass of students would grow down the line, with new clans being founded and civilians not bearing the proper protection. Even far out, in other area's god knows where; people were flooding in. Did anyone teach these adults to think before they procreate?
If things were going to keep repeating then in a couple of years, the Village will be overflown with annoyingly conceded brats roaming around spouting nonsense. As the paperwork stacked, the elder took a glance out the window. Problems were building on top of one another, neighboring villages wanted contact or some type of treaty; while others wanted trades.
"Considering everyone indeed graduates from the academy, the Jonin we have stationed won't be enough. Decisions...decisions." Hiruzen closed his eyes as the sun shined through the open window, the vitamins melting into his already aging skin. Even then finding any more qualified Jonin would prove to be a hassle, then placing Naruto into the equation and god knows who after. A sigh emerged from the depths of his organs, lips parting to let out the excess of stress. Although, it was coming down in his head; the future was bright in the Leaf Village.
His lengthy fingers tapped against the crystal ball he kept in his possession, the image of a lonesome Naruto filling the picture. A great misfortune fell onto the child, and those who came around him will suffer the same fate; it was the sole reason parents told their children to avoid the whiskered face child. Judging him solely from what resided inside, was disheartening. He made a promise to his parents but has he been able to upkeep it? If they could rise from the dead, would they smite this old fool?
Erasing all sudden thoughts, the Hokage lifted up a stack of papers his thumb running through the edges. It was all meaningless, at least it was what he thought until he came across a report on Danzō Shimura. How it happened to get mixed into everything else confused him. Going over the summarized version he felt himself age another year. Loyal to the Hidden Leaf to a degree, but everything he does is shady; training child soldiers from the mere age of six.
The sudden puff of smoke filled the entrance of the office, Hiruzen's eyes narrowing on who came to see him unannounced.
Umino Iruka stood tall as the smoke cleared, sweat trickling down from his forehead. "Hokage-sama I am here to report the mission you tasked me with!" This Chunin was on the verge of becoming a well-ranking Jonin but still had many things to learn; for starters, no one believed he had the qualifications to take a cell. He lacked in many attributes, truthfully they were all right; Iruka was missing a key component into growing.
Hiruzen's silence was enough for Iruka to connect the dots, "Upon further inspection, the small village nearby the mountains have been cleared of any hidden intentions thus you can begin with your previous plans." Iruka's feet lined up, his hands placed behind his back some people would call it attention according to many armies.
"Excellent job." The Hokage would be dishonest if he said he remembered sending someone to check for 'ill intentions', a snicker left his mouth as he pushed his fingers out twice; the signal making Iruka nod before disappearing.
The old man tapped against the desk as he was left alone, "Let's see how our future Ninjas will be."
The blade pierced through the skin, the sound of muffled screams echoing into the narrow alley. The metal came out the other side; crimson metallic liquid leaving the wound. Hand on the blade the masked stranger twisted the hilt, the weapon rotating putting the victim in more pain. "Spying...is an act of treason; I've been assigned to take out all traitors." Removing the cloth that covered their mouth, the attacker glared downwards.
"Y-you...don't understand." Before the wounded could finish their sentence, the masked attacker lifted his hand up the blade ripping apart the victim's arm; the chakra-infused blade easily sliced through the bone; the blood squirting out enough to bring tears to one's eyes.
"If you waited patiently then things wouldn't have come this far." Pulling the blade back, the killer forced it through their head; the sound of metal pushing through skin and bone spat into the air. A limp body fell flat against the ground, dust picking up as the grime mixed with the liquid. Taking a step back, the man crouched his free hand latching onto the dead's clothing before wiping the blood off. "Rest in peace." Minor guilt was poured out of his tone, enough for him to grimace under the mask.
Disappearing in a cloud of smoke, the pool of blood began to stream out the alley and into the open. Death was natural for a ninja, no one would be fazed by it; for all, anyone knew it could've been an enemy invader but truthfully.
They were a fellow ninja of the Leaf.
The masked stranger tossed his mask in a bag; the blade he used placed in its holder as he twisted the doorknob, the edges of his lip curling into a smile. Pushing the door open, he was met with the warm scent of ramen; upon entering the comforting setting he immediately stopped in his tracks. Vibrant crystal blue colored hues, caught a cold set of brown orbs; both men taking a moment to eye each other. "Danzō Shimura..." The distasteful tone was easily hidden, "What brings you to my lovely home?"
"Nothing in particular, simply checking in on one of my favorite Konohagakure ninjas." The male struggled to stand without the help of his cane, a sign old age was catching up in a speedy progression. "Your younger brother made some homemade ramen for you, these days it's harder to meet him." The old man made his way towards the young adult, instead of stopping Danzō gilded past the male. "I need to make sure my dog still has his leash." Limping out of the apartment, the young dark-haired male turned watching the door close a strange expression written on his face.
'Dog? Well, old man, you know better than to intrude on a dog's property.' Scoffing, the young adult pushed towards the kitchen; the scent of food filling his senses. His younger brother made something they could enjoy together which was ruined by his so-called 'master', days akin to this were rare which bought the mood down.
Danzō must've been looking for new eggs to hatch, but he didn't want that for his brother; it was the last thing he'd ever want. To experience such acts at a young age will break anyone mentally; the fact no one knew about the old man's manipulation in raising tools for his disposal. In order to get approved the hatchlings are tortured to get a grasp of what will happen if they are ever captured; even after that, they are put through hell. A-rank missions being assigned to kids that hardly know how to focus their chakra into items.
A frown placed on the dark-haired male's features, the sound of wood creaking causing him to turn; snow hair bounced as the younger child entered the home.
"Before you ask, he left not that long ago." The eldest brother spoke his gaze on the wooden flooring.
No response, it wasn't surprising his brother wasn't one for talking for such a trivia matter. "Why?" The sudden sound caught the eldest off guard, his eyes coming up to meet a set of silver. "Why do you work as a ninja? It only leads you to death and misfortune." The harsh words were no doubt the reason he loved this little brat.
"Someone needs to make a living, and taking care of you isn't cheap; plus mom and dad would want us to be just like them." It was the only answer he could find at the moment.
The clock ticked in the back, the young child letting a sigh out. "Being in this village will cause everyone who serves pain and agony, all you do is protect people that don't even care."
"I'm protecting you dipshit, anyone else can take the fall in my eyes." Both brothers gave each other a half-ass cringe-worthy grin, although hailing from the same mother and father the two were different in many aspects. One had short dark hair that hardly reached his eyebrows while the other had white locks which ran past his eyes and down to his neck once out of its messy man-bun.
The younger brother was a pessimist, nothing in his eyes was worthy of his respect besides his family and hardly that at times. Yet, the oldest one had a different outlook on life, he chose to look at the positive aspects when it involved his family; other than that he could more or less be the same. Other than that difference, one was born with high morals that unfortunately he had to break to survive while the other had questionable morals.
"What's stopping us from leaving and living like merchants? With your skills, you can train me to subdue whoever messes with us." Honestly, he couldn't quite tell where his younger brother's outlook on life came from. Both of their parents were generally happy, sure their mother had a sort of complication persay but it wasn't much they couldn't look past.
"Well, without a reasonable excuse; I'd be considered rogue and I highly doubt wanted merchants will get much success." Giving his younger brother a teasing grin, the room fell silent the awkward atmosphere didn't make things better.
After some time passed the two spoke about each other day, which one of the two lied, not knowing any better the eldest brother went to bathe.
Sitting in the chair, the younger brother known as Fukō waited for his idiot of an older brother to exit, he forgot how many months it was till the graduation exam all he knew was failing was a top priority; if he was able to do that without drawing his brother's suspicions then life could roll differently for the two. The drawbacks were huge about failing, once news spreads Danzō will be around frequently. He figured his brother didn't have what it took to take out the old fart, and neither did he. His thoughts were cut short as his brother came out steam from the quick wash rolling into the hallway, he'd have to think more about this.
As night drew, the wind in Konohagakure was restless, leaves blowing in every direction; the moonlight gave illuminated the village normally people chose to stay inside during the night as it grew abnormally cold in the land of fire. Usually, trained killers stayed around during the night; some hunting for prey while others for some type of bounty. The difference between day and night was as light and dark; people snuck off during the night to become rouge among other things. So why was, Fukō casually resting on the roof?
It became a hobby since they came here a few years back, and not everyone would enjoy stargazing. It was something, he often saw his mother do when she was among the living and somehow he picked up on it later on. It was odd how he adopted his mother and personality, while his brother didn't; if someone was to bring up a picture of his mother you'd be able to tell they were related. Lazy silver orbs enjoyed the breeze and sweet air, yet all good things come crashing down sooner or later. A prime example was the loudmouth roaming the streets.
Naruto Uzumaki or as people refer to him as in school: dumbass, stupid, blockhead. The list ranged, and during those times people often laughed about it while the blonde exclaimed some nonsense of becoming Hokage. In hindsight, he could see the blonde becoming Hokage to prove everyone wrong.
"That's no, excuse to be so damn loud." Acknowledging it was time to head inside for the night, he was stopped at the sound of the young man crying out. Peaking out he witnessed the whiskered face child being rapidly kicked in the stomach, the sight was pitiful. Three civilians hovered around mocking and spitting profanities at the blonde.
Fukō turned his attention back towards his goal, and carefully crawled back inside the apartment the light shutting off soon after.
Naruto curled up, the onslaught of kicks dirtying his flooded orange jumpsuit. He could've sworn, he heard one of them say take a finger and on instinct, he balled his hands into fist tearing threatening to spill out. What did he do for such receive such prejudice? The Hokage told him to stay in during the nighttime, but he had to stay out to set up a world-renowned prank.
Out of the blue one of the three villagers was headfirst in the ground, the culprit crouched balancing on the poor chaps head. The Anbu mask they sported hardly fit their face, but it didn't matter in the slightest. Wide-eyed Naruto stared at his savior, as the other two drunkards fled the scene. "A-AWSOME! You came out of nowhere! I didn't even hear you!"
"Don't mention it.." After a short pause, the excited expression stayed still, "Now run home alright? I have important duties to take care of." Naruto didn't budge from the floor, his eyes shining with too much emotion.
Seconds turned into minutes, and the two sat in the same spot. "Alrighty..." The Anbu wearing fraud was gone from the spot in the blink of an eye, Naruto's expression not wavering in the slightest.
Fuko leaned against the door his heart beating against his ribcage, despite not wanting to be the thing he hated most he had a talent for it; and if people picked up on such a thing he'd be forced to submit. Taking off the mask, he placed it back in the bag before going to rest in his room.
He hated getting involved in other people's mess.
Iruka sat alone in his home one leg tucked inside the opposite straightened, the cup of Sake in his palm shaking as he lifted it towards his mouth; leaving a small opening he dumped the soothing liquor down; the tangy sensation sending a shiver down his spine. The contents settling in his stomach before he slammed the cup back down. "I need to be prepared to send these brats away." Over time the Chunin found himself fond of this group of aspiring ninjas; sure he'd favor one over another but it was a promising group. Rocking back and forth the young adult let out a causal hiccup.
Becoming a primary teacher was to show the next generation the Will Of Fire, they needed to be prepared for the constant battle for the right of the village. Some of the children wouldn't graduate, everyone knew this; it was a common thing for them whether or not they had the fortitude to keep pushing despite the setback is the real challenge; they haven't experienced real failure and how upsetting it can be mentally.
"Eight months left until the exam, is it enough time to teach some of the hardheaded students what a true shinobi is?" In his drunken state, he mentally made a list of the students he thought would fail while in the process he then made a list of those who would surpass himself in the upcoming years; he didn't have talent like other's, hard work was what made him the man he was today.
The thought about promoting to have his own Genin cell came to mind but was washed away with the overbearing thought of who would be placed on his team. "I should sleep on it." His body was way ahead of his mind, eyelids fluttering he drifted into a deep slumber.
To say the night before was affecting the teacher was an understatement, fighting for your life was better than a hangover. To make matters worse the friendly citizens kept giving greetings as usual do. Vowing to never drink immaturely again, his sandals quickly shuffled to the Academy.
In the Sandaime office, the Hokage lit the pipe as he reviewed the Jonin charts; it was nearing the schedule when they scouted who they would take into a cell, Kakashi Hatake chose ahead of time, the options he had to pick from made a unique branch. Making it known that the students he wanted may not graduate he accepted and left like a bird gliding to its nest. Puffing some of the smoke out of his lungs, Hiruzen threw his head back; a crack erupting from the sudden movement, old age wasn't doing him any justice.
Times were getting progressively harder, Iruka stated that there were a couple of bright youngins among his group which in his own words could match the prodigy Hyūga that was stationed with Gai's team. If it were true, then the hidden leaf village will be in good hands when they mature. The commotion outside, shook the elder in his thoughts the sound of Naruto screaming something reached him, the prankster laid his mark once more. It was becoming a habitual thing lately, not a day went by without Naruto pulling some poorly planned prank; now only if he could turn all this effort into training.
Emerging from the shadows, a secret operator stood straight his heels touching each other. "Excuse me sir, but you have a visitor apparently it's an old friend."
This caught the old's man attention, "Allow them entry but stay close by..." Intaking another whiff of smoke the Sandamie Hokage stood welcoming the familiar face even old friends can turn into new foes.
Slow starts and introductions, the first few chapters will give minor introductions and have some appearances. Keep in mind the first three chapters are already written, so if you submit a form they will show up down the line.
Until the graduation ceremony, I want to flesh out characters, build up relations, and expand overall; I found myself rushing in the previous story which I don't find pleasing.