The Blessing of the Tengu
Prologue
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Summary: What if the villager's hatred for Naruto ran even deeper? Forbidden to enter the Academy, Naruto was forced to be an illiterate adolescent with no real skills. On the verge of suicide, salvation came with a long nose.
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The room was bleak, filled with sorrow and despair that seldom would appear. The usual stoic yet placid expression on his face was gone, and possibly will never return. It had no reason to.
Practically shouting in exasperation, Sarutobi, otherwise known as 'The Third Hokage,' continued to torture his desk with a flurry of blows. Tiring, albeit appeasing, he stopped punching his desk. Sarutobi was by no means a child; there was no reason he should behave like one. He had to set a good example for the coming generation.
With a quick toss of a hand, the heavy desk was flung out of the window and nearly crashed into a murder.
If it hadn't been for a soft giggle, a deafening silence would have filled the room.
In a dark corner, a cradle began to ominously rock itself. A child with thick blonde hair was smiling serenely, as though he found the old man's acts of anger to be entertaining.
Sarutobi stood up and walked towards the cradle. With a grimacing smile, he picked up the gay child and hugged him, like a grandfather would do to his abandon grandchild.
Once again, the baby giggled innocently and smiled.
He too found himself smiling. Seldom would you see a newborn smiling, let alone giggling. 'A miracle!' quoted one of the medics that were near the pedestal, although, he had done so sarcastically.
"A miracle, indeed!" the 3rd laughed. The baby began to squirm in his arms, quickly and yet silently. It wasn't long till he fell asleep in his arms, slumbering peacefully and completely oblivious to the terrors that would befall him in his following years.
Sarutobi sighed, his brow furrowed in confusion, anger, and dull yet reluctant acceptance.
"Why can't they accept you for who you truly are?"
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End