Naruto Uzumaki sighed, pain in his cerulean eyes as he walked down the village street. His head down.

Why was he so down? Today is October 10th, Naruto's birthday, which he hated since the villager's hatred exploded exponentially, this is evidenced by the blood, bruises, dirt, and mud that now covered his clothing, the blonde, now 24 and looking startlingly similar to his Father, Minato Naruto just continued walking slowly to his apartment, when suddenly-.

Glass shattered against the back of his head, Naruto stumbled forward, he reached back, feeling his head and the blood beginning to trickle down the back of his head.

"Die you demon!" a man yelled, preparing to throw another bottle.

Soon, three more people, two men and a woman showed up. The men pulled out a knife each, while the woman pulled out a phone and began recording.

"Now, we're gonna kill the demon brat and save the village!" one of the men yell.

Naruto sighed, saying nothing, the blonde turned back around and continued walking away.

"Hey! Don't ignore me you filthy demon trash!" the second man shouted before running up behind Naruto and went to stab him, but he spun on his heels and grabbing the knife and stabbing the man in the throat with tremendous force, killing him in an instant.

The other two were frozen in shock. Naruto sighed as he dropped the knife and walked away from the stunned pair.

Reaching his home, Naruto goes inside, kicking off his sandals and shedding his jacket before walking into his bathroom to shower.

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Ino Yamanaka was coming out of her family's flower shop, she had a delivery to make. It was to Naruto's place, today was his birthday and these flowers were from Sakura, which surprised the platinum blonde.

Naruto was lying on his bed, shirtless when he hears a knock on his door.

"This better not be some heckler." Naruto hissed as he walked to the front door.

"Who is it?"

"Ino Yamanaka, I have a special delivery for Naruto Uzumaki." the platinum blonde says.

"Take it back, I don't want it." Naruto hissed.

"W-what? I-these flowers are a gift from-."

"I know who they are from and I don't want them."