A red-haired boy was running through the streets of the Hidden Leaf Village at full speed, holding two huge bags in his hands as he heard the screams behind him. An absolutely neutral expression on his face as he held up a third bag using his teeth.
He looked more like an animal than a person.
His red hair was ragged, dusty, and incredibly dirty, wearing equally ragged clothes, bare feet with dirt on his feet, and being chased by a fair number of grown men trying to catch up with him.
The little boy looked behind him for a few moments before turning the corner an instant before starting to jump the walls, barely reaching the ceiling before running slower than before on seeing how he had left the men behind by an enormous amount of ground, he stopped running upon noticing how he was already several houses away from them.
He placed the bag in his mouth on his hands and mounted all three on his back as he continued to move in a particular direction.
In a tower in the distance, there were three people with ANBU suits and masks watching him walk through the red light district of the village, a silver-haired man with his arms crossed stared at him.
"So that's the fox boy?" he asked at the air while his vision allowed him to see from their distance the knife that child carried at the side of his waist, still dripping blood.
"It is," a much younger purple-haired woman said as she then cleared her throat, trying to sound more mature. "We have orders that it is better to watch him closely, to prevent him from dying, if possible"
"Well, isn't the Hokage incredibly kind and compassionate?" asked the silver-haired man with sarcasm ringing in his voice, receiving a sneaky elbow from the purple-haired girl as she grimaced backwards, pointing at the third person with them, looking even younger than both of them.
Unlike the silver-haired one with his arms crossed, or the purple-haired one leaning on the railing of the tower, the person there was still, standing straight, like a statue, you would hardly even notice that he was breathing in his featureless mask. "In any case. It's possible to say that he's a curious kid, not everyone messes with the Yakuza at such a young age." The voice sounded monotonous even though it seemed to show slight amusement, just sounding fake.
The purple-haired woman was shaken by how young he sounded behind his mask.
The silver-haired man stared at him with a red eye shining behind his dog mask before turning back to see the boy who had gone back into the lower parts of the village. "Still, to be who he is, I must admit that he is quite skilled, at his age he is almost at the level of a Gennin"
The purple-haired girl noticed where the boy had gone and took her chin lightly. "Senpai, do you think it's because of his condition?
His response was a negative shake from the dog-masked ANBU, who seemed to simply relax. "If nothing else, his condition affects him more than it might have without it, the "Red Ring" is just a small band anyway. A mid-level yakuza, It's not like they're going to go kill a kid for stealing some of their new toys from the nations at the other continents"
"I guess… Is it okay to talk about this here?" She asked in a voice so low it was barely a whisper, making the silver-haired man shrug, looking at the third ANBU with them.
"He has eyes and ears wherever in the village, I don't think it makes a difference"
Almost a kilometer away, the little redhead emptied the bags with what he was carrying on top of a counter.
Metal cylinders the size of his little finger, along with rectangular objects made to be held in the hand, fell in front of him, along with bomb papers, scrolls, and other objects that looked made to be weapons.
Infront of him, an elderly man grabbed one of them and held it, examining it and moving it around before grabbing a cartridge that held several of the small finger-sized cylinders and slipping it into it, before moving it from side to side, inspecting it.
"I can't try them here because of the noise these things make when they're fired, but I already have yours ready" the little one with marks on his cheeks opened his arms to catch a bag as big as the ones he had brought, similar to the man, he began to slowly inspect that everything was inside them before tying it up and putting the bag on his shoulder. "Things don't change over the years, sixty years ago the closest thing we had to this was fireworks at festivals for the second Hokage. Thirty ago, Chakra-powered crossbows, and now these things that could kill a Shinobi with the lift of a finger"
The little boy looked up to see how the metal cylinder was against his forehead.
His eyes did not change expression as he stared into the old man's.
He then gave a slight snort before moving the gun on the trigger "That is, of course, if you're quick enough not to get killed before you can fire" even though he had stopped aiming at the redhead's forehead, the knife, still bloody, was about to cut his jugular. "Tell me boy, don't you want one of these? If you are already like this at this age with a weapon of this type, you could defend yourself against anyone"
The little boy simply shoved the knife back into what looked like a makeshift sheath at his waist as he turned around. The old man ran a hand over his neck, feeling the blood dripping there and twitching slightly.
Leaving the store, the redhead could feel the gazes of the people in the poor neighborhoods of the village where he lived.
The "red light district" was not exactly a whole area of the village where everything bad came together, but it was various regions where illegal activities were centered or areas where poor people and criminals used to gather or live, as such, they were controlled regions by the authorities in the village, mainly things like brothels, bars or regions less visible to the public eye, where many people involved in the Shinobi world sought to relax.
That was his world.
Since he was aware of himself, he didn't remember having anything in his name, he din't even got a name, he wasn't sure at what age he could understand everything that was happening around him, but it had been that way for as long as he could remember, people avoided him like a leper, those who didn't actively treated him like a pest did not exist…
What is… your name… little one?
… well, that would be lying.
There had been people who were different from the hatred, disgust and contempt that most showed him, the poor people and the criminals where he lived were not different just because they had less, if nothing, they were worse.
Likewise, he was no better, since he had been able to walk he had focused on one thing,
Living.
His survival alone was greater than that of any other person in the world.
How could I… think you're bad?
There had been people who had cared for him, who had treated him with warmth, love, and made his worthless life a little brighter.
What is your name, little one?
M…Monster.
However, all those people were long dead.
He arrived at an abandoned building, the eroded rock was falling apart more and more, the roof was full of holes, it had several floors full of pure garbage, and there was nothing on them but the flat concrete floor.
He hated the place.
He hated the foul smell of urine and feces coming from the lower floors.
He hated how cold it was at night, he hated that it flooded when it rained, he hated that more than once he had tried to store things there only for others to come and steal what he had gotten by risking his neck.
But what he hated most was the view.
Not the sight of the brothels downstairs or the prostitutes going into an alley with a shinobi who had just returned from a terrible mission, nor the sight of a mob ending up piling up a pile of corpses in the trash.
He hated the view from above.
There in the distance, in the mountains, the faces of the old leaders of the village and the current one.
He opened the bag to reveal a bunch of food, wincing as he saw a cup of Instant Ramen among the contents. "You fucking old son of a bitch," he muttered, tossing the cup aside, before starting to eat, grunting as he tasted, or rather, as he din't taste a thing.
The fruits and vegetables there were fine.
He would have cut the old man's throat if he had given him rotten food like the one he had to take out of the garbage sometimes, but it had been years in which he hadn't tasted anything he ate, he had no particular explanation of why, but it annoyed him to chew something and just feel the misty texture without any flavor in it.
Still, he forced himself to swallow as he looked up at the mountains.
He knew who each of them were.
Hashirama Senju, the First Hokage, the one and only user of Mokuton, who had built the village they all lived in.
Tobirama Senju, the Second Hokage, the brother of the first, who had militarized and built many of the current pillars of the village.
…Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage…
Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage, who had been described as one of the most talented ninja in the village's history, before dying at the Kyūbi attack.
And finally the fifth.
His teeth, most of them sharp as fangs, gnashed together.
The Fifth Hokage, Danzō Shimura…
The nine-year-old boy chewed hard on the piece of dried meat that he had between his teeth while looking in detail at the faces carved in the mountains, then, he swallowed heavily, the knot in his stomach and his throat from anger did not prevent him eating in the least.
Not long ago, the Third Hokage had died under unknown circumstances, that had caused such a stir that the village was completely in absolute panic. Less than a decade ago, the Kyūbi had broken free into their homes, destroying a huge amount of the village before the Fourth sacrificed himself to finish off the beast, some saying that he had managed to encase the beast in an infant at that night.
That infant…wasn't him.
He was one of a considerable number of people who had been close to the wagging tailed beast when it broke free in the middle of the village.
The most powerful of the nine tailed beasts had come out in full horrifying splendor, with tails to uproot mountains and with a roar that would have deafened everyone miles away, a beast with such enormous power had a Chakra just as atrocious.
A Bijūdama had been released by the beast and a decade later that entire region of the village was still infertile and dangerous for anyone if they stayed there too long, as such those who stayed close to the beast had been hit the hardest.
Those who survived had it worse.
The toxic infectious chakra of a Bijū had levels of toxicity relative to its level of tails, compatibility with a Jinchūriki was equally dangerous because of it the more tails, otherwise, anyone could be one. But that was not the case, there was a one in a million chance that a person would survive Chakra infection from a tailed beast, that chance decreased with more tails.
In summary.
The Kyūbi appearing in the middle of the village had killed a good percentage of the population by existing there.
Among those who had been at the epicenter of it, those who had survived had developed the adverse syndromes of Bijū Chakra infection, accelerated cell death, poisoning from his noxious Chakra, horrendous mutations where fox fur or entire limbs were formed from the flesh itself as if it were alive.
It had been horrible.
Of course, the village saw people completely deformed, suffering and trying to cling to life, and treated them worse than lepers.
And they were all dead.
All but one.
He had a well-known reputation in the village, the Fox boy.
People believed him to be the reincarnation of the fox in flesh, they believed that the Fourth had actually sacrificed his life to turn the fox into a defenseless infant.
The features he had gained from his own infection didn't help, far too pronounced fangs, wild cheek marks, red hair, and eyes while being blue his almost feline pupil added weight to that idea.
The people of the village hated him, not because he contained the beast, nor because they really believed it was him.
But because they needed something to hate, an excuse for their prejudices, they needed something to be their garbage dump.
If someone's baby died in childbirth, it was the fox child's fault.
If a fellow missioner had his throat cut for falling asleep, it was the fox boy's fault.
It's not like there was something like a fox hunt directed at him or anything like that, but the little boy had never gone to a single place in the village without first receiving looks of disgust, contempt, and open hatred from the people.
He remembered getting hit if he tried to look for food in the garbage, he could feel the gazes of all of them burning on him.
And for a while, he had tried to accept it, accept that maybe they had their reasons for being angry, that they had suffered, and that they could change if he showed it.
What a fucking joke. He thought as his teeth bit into the meat on his mouth hard.
Things had changed.
He no longer turned the other cheek, no longer tried to smile or hide any expression of anger or pain. If they ignored him, he ignored them back, and if they attacked him, he was going to sink his teeth into whoever did it.
The boy had changed.
His teeth gritted as he watched Hiruzen Sarutobi's face in the distance, his teeth ground as he reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of water.
He didn't want any acceptance, he wanted to live his life in peace.
If possible, when he grew up he wanted to look for a job, as far away as possible from that village, from that damned country if possible.
Not as shinobi.
His opinion of the profession aside, one of the many adverse effects the beast chakra had had on him, specifically.
His Chakra network had been permanently atrophied by interaction with a Bijū's Chakra at a young age, such as suffering from burns so severe that they damaged nerves, similarly the Kyūbi's Chakra had burned through his Chakra network.
He was strong for his age, very strong, fast and agile, but he was never going to get anything supernatural out of his entire body, he supposed that other things like muscular atrophy and alexithymia due to neuronal damage didn't have much validity either, whatever they were.
He could swear from the deepest part of his being that the fifth head on that mountain was looking in his direction, no matter where he was from, he intensely detested it. Feeling like he was already starting to fill his stomach, he sighed lightly before crossing his arms as he looked down.
He noticed men in Yakuza clothes coming from below the building.
He moved his jaw from side to side.
They were probably from the group that had just stolen the weapons they had brought from beyond the five nations. Not even caring much, he got up from where he was sitting and went to grab the bag with the rest of his food.
They were no more than fifteen.
Bringing more would probably be a shame, and they probably wanted him to tell them where he had left the weapons.
They, however, were armed.
It would be stupid to be surrounded by people stronger than him and with weapons, so he inhaled slightly as he watched the houses from below, five meters, too much to jump.
He was already jumping between the cracks that each floor had by the time they got there, one of the Yakuza turned to see the boy holding on to the edge of the wall with a bag in his mouth before he let go and finally hit the ground, grunting at the pain in his legs he began to run, colliding with the crowd of people in the streets while his agitated mind tried to remember where to go.
Then he saw someone's arm in front of him two seconds too late by the time he already had it against his neck.
Feeling his throat almost crackle as his breath ran out, he fell backwards to the ground seeing the black-haired man wearing a suit unlike the others who wore practically civil clothes, noticing a smile on his face a second before the redhead felt like they grabbed his hair.
He couldn't breathe.
Not only had it hit his throat but the air had gone out of his lungs with the fall, he had gone so fast and the force he put in had been enough that his head was bleeding from a blow inside his scalp .
He could feel the wound deepening as he was pulled by the hair back into the abandoned building, no one saying or doing anything as the little redhead's blurry view was over his food being wasted on the floor.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUCK!
His mind was jumping between unconsciousness and awareness at the moment.
Out in the red light district, feeling pulled, faceless silhouettes staring at him as one of his eyes covered in blood.
He was being tied to a wall, a concrete pillar? He felt that his feet barely touched the ground.
He felt…
He felt his teeth rattled from a blow.
The burning in his lip and the painful sensation of how several of his teeth were disengaging was enough to wake him up almost completely, seeing the man in front of him with what looked like metal on his knuckles, moving his hand a little. "Damn brat, you're as hard as they say, huh? I'm sure someone else would be dead if punched like that, for the little shit that has been stealing from us for months, is not a surprise.
Grunting, the blue-eyed kid flicked his tongue before feeling two hard things in his mouth and moving his head to the side, spitting out two teeth with his bloody saliva. "Children your age should be playing with their toys, I'm sure if you brought any brat of the clans would cry if you hit them like this, or would be dead, I like you, even hiring you to be of use would be fine, if it wasn't for a little… Detail!
The man took space back before throwing another punch.
This time the effect was more visual.
He could feel his insides practically split open from the impact, not before everything he had eaten was pushed up.
The Yakuza leader stood back for a few moments as he watched the little redhead vomit up everything in his stomach in a greenish and reddish mixture, sitting down on some driftwood before beckoning.
Other Yakuza approached him and put their hands on his stomach, the burning in his throat and nose only forgotten when they began to feel the freshly beaten intestines, grunting more when their hands began to glow blue and heal him, the burning that he could feel his stomach shrinking slightly.
The leader of them was smoking a cigarette right now while he looked at the little redhead, who stared at him, his blue eyes lifeless looking at him directly.
With his cigarette, he made a gesture to one of the Yakuza who was next to him and the little boy received a kick to the face that made him keep his neck to one side.
"You've been giving our shipments to our enemies, that in itself is enough for regardless of your age to kill you. But it's not like enduring a few blows without crying would be enough for you to live in this world, fox brat." Feeling how his cheek was swelling, he noticed the leader of the yakuza pointing at one of those who had just healed him. "Did you know what the difference is between these guys and you?"
The leader stood up from where he was as he began to try more smoke from his cigarette before he held onto the butt about to run out, squatting in front of the little redhead and stubbed out his cigarette on his cheek, right at the marks on his cheek, trying to inhale. from the pain before repenting as he felt the smoke hit him in the face. "They're worth something"
"Hmrrgg," he grunted as he grabbed his chin and forced him to look at those around him.
"These guys here can use Chakra, more than that, they can heal from wounds like no normal medicine can, which means I can keep hitting you and hitting you and they'll make sure I don't kill you until I say, and what? Do you see the rest even raising an eyebrow as I hit you? No?" he asked sarcastically as he let go of his face and grabbed his hair. "And yet, a shitty brat like you, without a home, without parents, without anything, was blinding himself in our faces for months"
The redhead's eyes widened even more as he felt his knees got stomped, he hadn't even had time to scream when he received a direct blow to the nose that sent his head back, the scream that had left him drowned in his throat was gone as he was trying not to choke when his nose began to bleed.
The leader was combing his hair as he inhaled sharply over and over again. "Do you have any idea what kind of shit you did? The laughingstock you've turned my gang into? No, I'm sure not. What the hell could I care that you're five years old, no one at any age fucks with us like that and goes unpunished"
"…. Fuck man" he gasped as he clenched his teeth, the burning of the vomit in his throat still burned, his nose was now bleeding quite a bit, and he was having a hard time breathing, and yet. "…Do I really look… like I fucking care?" the blue-eyed asked with a smile before receiving another blow to the stomach.
The black-haired man combed his hair again with his hand while a vein throbbed on his forehead. "Probably not," the black-haired man commented as he cracked his neck from side to side, while two yakuzas began to untangle it. "It's not like killing you is going to bring us back from the problems, on the contrary, this is just revenge for me, this is how your life is going to end, fucking with the wrong people like you did since you were born"
The redhead grunted as he clutched his ribs.
They had healed her but she was far from even well enough to move.
It hurt to breathe.
He felt his head spinning.
His empty stomach made him feel weaker.
And yet, with his teeth broken and his nose bleeding, he quirked his mouth into something of a smile before looking at the man there with a sneer. "You must be pretty frustrated to take it out on a fucking kid, huh?" he asked an instant before a punch was slammed into his face.
The leader of the Yakuza had been someone born to people capable of using Chakra, he was a mature adult and more than strong compared to anyone.
The boy was strong, for his age, but he was still a boy.
The blow had made him spin in the air and fall to the ground, his vision blurring just as his vision flickered between his surroundings and the Yakuza leader was practically on top of him.
He was half conscious when his head began to shake from side to side as a result of blows delivered with enormous force, making his eyes from time to time go unfocused or actively not see anything.
Ha. He couldn't help but laugh in his mind at that.
That was how his life was going to end.
Pretty pathetic really.
Nothing new.
Several hundred meters away the ANBU in the distance were already moving to intervene, however it was probably worthless, three or four more hits would open his skull.
His life was going to end at someone else's whim, as simple as that, it had been that way for as long as he could remember.
Two more hits and it would be over.
What did he have in this world to even go on living?
One more hit.
One more and there would be nothing, there would be no light at the end that would receive him happily, on the contrary, he was sure that if he died, he would end up in hell, that's why everyone called him that, a phenomenon.
A demon.
Oh yeah…
He watched the man's fist go up as he could swear he felt the skin on his forehead split open.
Demons.
All his memory knew was the fact that if goodness existed, there was much worse, in that world there were only demons in human flesh.
Was there even a God in that forgotten world of his?
"More than you realize actually, kid."
He widened his eyes at the sound of his name, noticing the frozen fist of the Yakuza leader just a centimeter from his face, about to hit him.
The pain was gone.
But it wasn't like he stopped in mid-punch, quite literally, he was frozen in place with the same expression hanging in the air, as the redhead turned his head slightly to the side, where his ears had hear that voice.
Against a wall of cracked and withered rock, stood a person… he looked incredibly young but yet he had an ancient air around him, he seemed like a strange reflection of himself, almost light blue hair with yellow eyes, wearing what appeared to be black and white clothes as she smiled slightly at him, it din't looked neither male nor female.
"W…Who?" he asked as his eyes tried to focus even when the pain was not continuing.
Nothing was, really, the sound hadn't even come out of his mouth in the slightest, having been more like a kind of distant thought, but in that suspended world, that person was there, sitting calmly, and looking at him as fixed as a statue.
He din't need to answer.
Opening his eyes suddenly, the redhead felt a jolt of information in his mind, as if something was actively putting the information inside of him, he could feel it as if he had known it from the first moment he was born—….I … .Iza…
"" the being with blue hair and golden eyes finished calmly, even though his ears had not been able to understand exactly what he had just said. Although well, in this world, it has been a few thousand years since you have said my name, even then, the ones who have done so have been those blessed by Susanoo and my children in ancient times.
The little boy frowned, he had blinked, and now the man was standing right in front of him, making him have to shake his head again. "...You...what do you want...from me?"
He already knew the answer.
No… a better way to put it would be that a part of himself already knew the answer inside. There was a silence for a few moments before the blue-haired man decided to answer his question.
"There is one thing" commented the being with yellow eyes. "You are a someone who is quite important, but your story would end up having a pretty depressing ending. Although, could you call this a whim of mine? It would be putting you down a bit."
"..." The boy saw him crouch in front of him before feeling a couple of fingers against his forehead.
"I want to give you a chance to live, do you like the sound of that?"
"What the hell... does that mean?"
The blue-haired man shrugged.
"That's something you can only find out if you're willing to risk it, after all. Maybe the ANBU watching over you will arrive on time, maybe not, maybe your life won't change at all of you stay here a year, or a decade after this" commented the man as he walked to stand right next to him looking at the man who was about to hit him. "Well, there is an opportunity to change it, but that depends on what you decide, these people are far from the last to try to hurt you, nor would they be the last"
The blue-haired's words stabbed him internally.
The redhead grimaced as he watched as the fist continued to move, too slowly to be noticeable if he wasn't so close.
"If you have the strength to take revenge… to destroy this entire village and its memory… would you do it?"
"…I don't know" he muttered as he felt the fist slowly approaching his face. "I don't know anything about this, I don't even care, I just... I just... want to live"
The blue-haired man was silent for a few moments while he stared at him, noticing how the red-haired man had closed his eyes. "That's a good answer," the Golden Eyed commented before walking towards him a few steps and crouching down in front of him. "Well, I'm going to give you a little push."
"…You gonna help me?" the little boy asked confused.
"I wouldn't be here in the first place if I didn't plan on doing it, though well, it's not so much of a help but more of a little boost, your Chakra coils aren't permanently damaged, but you'll still have to deal with the recoil from not using your Chakra sometime in life"
"Recoil?"
A laugh was all he got in response.
Next, all he saw was black.
A purple black to be more precise.
Just before the Yakuza hit him in the face, the little redhead felt something growing in his stomach, like vomit, burning and rising, burning and making his head shake.
And then he let out hell in his mouth.
Literally, fire, or more specifically Fire Release Chakra, shot out of his throat like a pressurized hose, burning the man's fist about to strike him an instant before it continued, flames covering him faster than he could even let out a scream.
The Fire Release was the second most difficult element to control followed by the wind, while the wind was a problem due to its materialization and its movement, the fire was more complicated because it was Chakra that imitated the flames, naturally, burning the Chakra itself was the The only way to describe it, the insane amounts of Chakra was something necessary to use without seeking the need for oxygen in the air.
As such, the current heir to the Uchiha clan would be considered skilled by anyone at mastering a Fireball Jutsu at his age.
That was not what was happening right now.
There was no control at all in those moments.
The flames came out of the little boy's throat uncontrollably, like the breath of a dragon, they were black as night, they burned everything around them ruthlessly, the skin and meat had lasted longer but in less than a few seconds it had burned to the bone, unable to let out a scream.
But even if he could scream, he couldn't hear it.
The flames spread and overflowed from the outskirts of the building, all those who were nearby found themselves engulfed in flames so hot that they glowed white.
The screams of agony did not reach his ears.
The fire did not stop in the slightest.
Those who had survived were running and escaping as flames covered the entire floor, not too far away, a group of three ANBU were watching the blackened flames pouring out of the building, melting metal and cement.
But none of what was around him was in the little redhead's mind.
The only reason he wasn't drowning was because the fire around him was not consuming any oxygen, but the flames were still so hot that there was nothing in front of him, not even the ashes left of what had once been that man.
There was nothing around him but black fire.
The redhead staggered slightly as the flames around him…did nothing to him.
He couldn't even wonder what was happening because of the headache he was feeling, his mind was spinning round and round, feeling a huge nauseating sensation, instead of heat, the only thing he felt was cold.
Seeing a completely darkened silhouette facing him, the redhead's gaze was focused on that figure, a moment before it disappeared from his sight.
His trembling legs walked down the burning hallway, blood dripping from his nose as he felt his consciousness feel as if it would detach from reality at any moment, every part of his body felt heavy, every muscle in his body felt heavy, his body was begging him for some kind of rest.
Yet…
His teeth gritted together as he clenched them.
The pain in his mind was not distracting him from thinking how what had just happened would affect him in the village, the black flames that seemed to come out of purgatory were something genuinely from a demon, in his mind, even with the pain, he knew well what was going to happen to him now with anyone in the village.
If they had considered him a demon before, at that time, all he did was show them that he genuinely was..
Being a demon is not as bad as you might imagine. A soft but gravelly demonic voice from beside him made him turn to the right, seeing the figure of a grown man with long reddish hair covering his eyes, a sharp-toothed smile on his face. It's not like being a human comes with anything of value.
In the end, human, demon or god, the only thing that matters is the strength to do as you please. A second voice more guttural and serious than the previous one made him see to his left a creature with four eyes and arms that spoke haughtily. Being in this ant farm just means that they are going to keep pestering you over and over again, it is better to squash the bugs before they start pestering you.
"Shut the fuck up… just shut the fuck up" he felt as if hundreds of thousands of people were speaking to him at the same time, an enormous amount of them speaking in such inhuman ways that although he could barely understand them, he was feeling as if they were not stopping ordering him It will start attacking its surroundings.
The little boy's mind was thinking of everything except attacking his surroundings.
He was confused, scared, afraid of what was going to happen to him in two moments.
The yakuza who had arrived earlier had fled as the flames spread through the rest of the building.
I have to run, I have to run, I have to run, I have to run I have to run I have to run Ihavetorunihavetorunihavetorunihavetorunihavetorun.
The panic he felt was only increasing as he saw the figures of the three ANBU appearing in front of him when he finally managed to get out of the building, leaning against a building, the screams of the people around him who did not stop trying to put out the black flames made him the little boy felt as if his heart were going to jump out of his chest with the force that he blinked.
"He… of all people did this?" the woman in the group asked, her voice stunned while looking out at the charred building.
"We'll have to ask for reinforcements to control the situation," commented the silver-haired man looking around, the black flames weren't spreading, but they seemed to stick to everything they touched, burning without any kind of sign that it was about to stop.
The only one who was silent was the one in the back, staring at the little boy whose eyes were wide open.
Oh, this is an annoying one. The voice to the right commented, sounding slightly curious. Surely his owner teached him some things and he is planning something.
It means you're not the leader here even though you're the strongest, man, humans are weird, looking for sneaky tricks to survive.
Both voices were telling him not to trust the ANBU with nothing on his mask, who slowly approached him and removed his mask, revealing a face that was barely a few years older than him, with hollow eyes and a vacant smile.
"Hello Little one, would you like to come with us so we can deal with this ruckus easier?"
His voice sounded gentle, his expression looked calm, his own body showed no signs of aggression.
But each of his actions was so hollow with emotion that the little boy felt a chill down his spine, just as the handle of the Tanto that the emotionless person was carrying hit him right in the liver, causing him to open his eyes wide.
His mind trailed off a moment later.
Seeing the little boy standing there, the ANBU put his mask back on as he watched as he didn't fall to the ground. " think Danzo-sama should be informed about this as soon as possible.
"There was no need to hit him to take him into custody," commented the silver-haired man putting a hand on the ANBU's shoulder with nothing on his mask.
He noticed that the child din't fall.
"It's just a matter of making it easier to control, I'm sure Danzo-sama will take care of the rest of his education." He couldn't even finish when the little boy raised his head up.
Instead of the blue before, his eyes were blood red, with a golden reptilian pupil in the center.
In a move too quick for an untrained child, he clasped his hands together and black lightning erupted from between his palms as he spread his hands, before electricity surrounded him and he shot forward.
The silver haired man barely had an instant to move to the side before the black lightning pierced through the ANBU next to him.
Literally.
The line of black electricity pierced through the flesh and bone of the ANBU's skull in a single instant, very different from the electricity created by Chakra Raiton, it moved at the speed of natural lightning, at half the speed of light, the ANBU was dead before he could even do anything, with a charred hole where his skull once was.
Next, he raised his hands in the air and stamped them on the ground, sending a field of black electricity around him that the two remaining ANBU barely managed to jump back to avoid being caught by the electric field.
The redhead looked at his hands as the Grecian field began to unravel the farther he went.
All the skin and a good part of the muscle of his hands was completely burned, before something that would freeze any normal person with pain, the look in the red eyes of that child were those of disgust rather than pain.
"...Haaa...this one really sucks," the boy's childish voice mumbled, sounding increasingly dry and annoyed, looking up at the sky from one moment to the next, a curious expression on his face. "If you're going to do something, you better do it now, Izanagi.
Next, a pillar of blue light fell from the heavens, sending out a ripple of dust that covered everyone's sight at that moment.
The next, there was nothing and no one where the redhead had ever been.
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There was no time.
There was no space.
Even casuality was nothing more than a metaphor for actions and reactions, nothing existed in this place, nor could anything exist.
The Gensho no Kūkyo (Primordial Void), was not even a dark place, nor was it white, it was nothing, in that realm, only two beings were face to face at that time, although the smallest was unconscious at that time .
When he woke up, he didn't know where he was, because there was neither up nor down, like being in the cold emptiness of space, his body even drifted, and although he could feel how parts of his own flesh were directly missing from his arms. I didn't feel any pain.
I turn my head to see the man with blue hair and golden eyes with a smile on his face. "I guess it's nice to meet face to face...Naruto."
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A/N: Heya, so, I'm not exactly new to the English side of this fandom, so I'm going to get this off real quick.
First than anything, I'm not a professional writter, nor do I want to be, I writte this as a form of fun for myself and others, you like it? Great. You don't like it? You are absolutly welcome to say to me what you don't like about this, I would work on correct it unless is something that goes against what I do work, besides, if is bad enough that you don't want to read anymore, I can accept that.
Also, if someone remembers my old fics, pleeeease don't bring them up, I have a level of shame about them so big you could drown on it.
Anyway, some information so you know what kind of shit you are getting into:
First, I love OP/Godlike Naruto, a lot, but I mean actually stronger than canon, as such, I also really like to make the world of Naruto stupidly bigger than it is in canon.
For examples of what you are going to see:
Kind of like the Toriko manga, the planet this fic is into is hundreds of times the size of the normal earth, this also takes into account being filled with an stupidly big amount of flora and fauna.
The Fire Country alone is pretty big, divided with different provinces and places of importance, and the human/civilized world has over three hundred countries.
For more detail you are free to search into the Naruto database wiki for the fanon content that's going to be used and expanded upon randomly on this fic.
I use the cosmology, ideas and basis of a lot of novels, like I say before, this fic could very easy enter into the Multi-Crossover Category, think of it kind of like Deus Ex Naruto or some random fic doing this for shit and giggles.
Examples of it being:
That Time I got Reincarnated as a Slime
Death Mage who doesn't want a Fourth Time
Maou Gakuin
Sword of Dawnbreaker (read it, is fucking amazing)
Toriko, just a lot of Toriko.
God of Higschool.
Maaaaybe a tiny bit of Overlord.
And a shit ton of things from other series.
If you want a particular character from a particular series to be added, then just ask for it and if I can I may add it just for the sake of it lol
You aren't going to see anything in regards of levels and gaming things on isekais or shit like this, is just that type of series got some really amazing ideas that I'm just fucking shameless using it.
Speaking of shameless using other people shit.
There is a shit ton more of information but alas, mostly is that I kind of normally used some abilities and characters (mostly abilities, almost specifically, from Prince Harris amazing techniques and abilities of science and other things) from other users on the Naruto Fanon wiki that's filled with a really big amount of amazing creators but I'm not using in into this translation unless is strectly neccesary to the plot because I'm not the same fucktard I was years ago.
Also now I can not suck while doing a story and use my own brain to do shit, yay.
And I'm adding a shit ton of things of different series, because that's the type of shit I like.
Again, this is pretty much a crack fic, not doing it for the next birth of the God of writting or anything like that, i'm having fun writting this, that's about it.
Eeenjoooy~~~