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Naruto was always bored.

His statue had been dropped off somewhere in the ocean... a river... lake... something. All he knew was that he could sense a TON of fish around him. He could sense a few humans get close to him every now and again, but none of them found his statue and took him out of the water. He didn't know when the people taking his statue on the water had been plundered, or maybe they had not been plundered and instead their ship sunk.

It had been... an amount of time he couldn't judge.

He didn't sleep, his mind was almost always awake since his physical body was constantly in a resting state. He felt no exhaustion, so even when he tried to sleep, he just had trouble with it. It would be great if he could just sleep, and allow himself to let time pass by in large amounts without needing to be awake for it all.

"Ah... people."

His statue had been found.

-Years Later-

"Head Monk."

"Yes, young learner?" The Head Monk asked as he bowed to his disciple, in front of him was a following of monks that were sitting down in meditation as they prayed to the statue that was before them. The statue that grew plants and had such an amazing life force, those who came to study the ways of deep, spiritual meditation found the area around the statue to be the best place to meditate and reach enlightenment.

By meditating near the statue, one could experience what it was like to become one with nature. The feeling of all of the life forms around the monastery.

They were the Order of Nature Monks.

They had existed for nearly 2 centuries now, after the discovery of the statue that allowed their leaders to reach enlightenment. Since the statue was their deity, they dedicated their lifes to the enriching of the earth around them. They abandoned their Earthly desires in favor of becoming one with nature, and enhancing nature around them. They practiced peace and love, the feelings that could be felt from the statue just by looking at it's kind and gentle face.

It was the guardian of their way of life.

"Are we correct to practice peace and love, when this statue has a history of blood and violence?"

Yes, they had scholars amongst them who knew of the history of the statue. The ancient cave paintings of the statue showed that this statue had been around since the dawn of man. It was a mystery, one that many people didn't know how to solve. The statue had allowed for man to flourish wherever the statue was. Bountiful harvests, an endless supply of food, soil that was always rich with nutrients, and the fruits of the land around the statue were filled with life giving properties. Water that the statue was near would be energy rich and help to speed up recovery for people who bathed in it.

The Head Monk was 119 years old.

Meditating near the statue, absorbing the energy it gave off, and eating from the food produced by it while bathing in the water of their monastery allowed for him to stay healthy even in his advanced age. He had no experienced disease or sickness, none of the monks had collapsed due to sickness since they started to worship the statue.

"We practice peace and love, we attained the statue through a method that involved no blood. We ae the chosen people, the statue called out to us." The Head Monk had explained this, and he was happy to explain it to everyone who asked. Even the youngest, most arrogant monks had his absolute patience when dealing with the history of the statue.

He himself had been taught the statue's bloody and ancient history.

But they sought to gain no monetary value or power from the statue, they wished only to better themselves. When visitors came to them, they fed them for free and shared their ways with them. They allowed all to come and go freely, and accepted no money from strangers in return for their services.

There was no language barrier.

"By allowing ourselves to bask in the statue's presence, we attained true peace. We can connect our spirits to others, and reach understanding... my heart and your heart are connected." The Head Monk spoke as he reached out and put his aged hands on the young man's bare chest. "We are connected through our faith in what we learn from our guardian. Come, meditate with me." The head Monk sat down and took the same meditative position that the statue sat in.

"Head Monk, when will I get my Whiskers?"

"Once you have learned to connect your heart to the hearts of others, you will recieve your whisker tattoos."

It was part of their way of life, once you had obtained the ability to communicate with nature, and thus communicate your heart to others, you were branded with the signs that you were a peaceful master. Your cheeks were given the same markings as those of the statue, and you were allowed to grow your hair out. All young monks would shave their heads, but the closer they came to enlightenment, the more they were allowed to look like the statue.

-Years Later-

"Young one..."

"I'm sorry Head Monk... I'm so sorry... I... I had to do it." The Young Monk, now a man with whisker tattoos on his cheeks, spoke as he had a dagger stabbed through the heart of the one who had taught him his way of life. "... the statue... I'm so sorry... but my family..."

He had been sent by his people who wanted the statue, he had tried to convince the monks to abandon the statue for years. But to no avail, all of them remained steadifast in their belief in peace and love. He had believed in the same thing, but he was a spy sent to get his hands on the statue for his nation.

The Head Monk touched his face gently.

"You're forgiven."

"You... my people slaughtered... killed all of you..."

"You didn't kill us, now we can truly become one with nature... we have achieved enlightenment. Like our guardian, we have reached the pinnacle of loving nature. None of us will hold any hatred in our hearts for you... I pray that you will continue to love others." The Head Monk pulled his killer's hand to him and kissed the top of it.

There was no hatred in his eyes, and it hurt the young man so much more that he killed the man. Not just the man, but all the monks of the temple. None of them had even put up a fight, they allowed themselves to be slaughtered without so much as raising a finger.

The bloody history of the statue had ended with the monks.

Only to be brought back by those with greed in their hearts, the people who commanded him to spy on these people and get the statue for themselves.

"Good job boy, now teach us the secrets for how to make the statue work."

'... I'll protect this way of life...' The Young Monk thought as he nodded his head. His heart changed through the forgiveness of the man who he killed. He would lie, he would send his family somewhere safe and lie about how the statue worked. He would do anything in his power to avenge the deaths of the people who accepted him with open arms. "Yes... the statue... it needs the faithful prayer of a monk to activate... I'll keep the statue nearby me and activate it for you whenever you need it."

He lied.

The statue worked if you prayed to it or not, but if he kept the statue nearby him, he would be able to steal the statue one day and move to a different land. Far away from the corrupt hands that would use the statue for their own purposes.

-Years Later-

"Grandfather, my friend says that our statue doesn't have any powers... can I show him the statue's power?"

"... I see no problem with it." The Man spoke as he thought about his Father's warnings to him, but nobody had ever bothered them about the statue. He was sure that allowing his grandson's friend to see the life giving statue's power for himself wouldn't hurt anything. He reached up and touched the whisker marks on his cheeks.

His Great-Great Grandfather had escaped a nation to keep the statue safe, he was sure enough time had passed for them.

He looked at his loving grandson who had recently gotten his own whisker tattoos.

His Father had branded him with his whisker marks when he had started to learn how to meditate in front of the statue, and he had taught his daughter about their tradition. Because she was a woman though, she had not been allowed to get the tattoos due to the fact that as of yet only the men of the family had the tattoos, and he didn't know if giving them to women was allowed.

She respected the tradition and had her son get his tattoos when he was old enough.

-More Years Later-

Slaughter.

"Thanks son, now we can use this statue to finally get out of poverty... we can plant new crops... greater crops than ever before." A middle aged man spoke as he grabbed his son's shoulder, the two of them having slaughtered the entire family that protected the statue. They even had all of the documents on the statue the family protected, so they knew how to properly use the statue.

To think that the idiots didn't use the statue at all.

They just prayed and meditated to it like fools, instead of using the powers to make all of the money they could ever dream of having.

"Please... please don't... learn from history... don't... I curse you... you killed my family... I CURSE YOU AND YOUR GRE-!"

The last survivor, an older woman who had been part of the family. The only one who did not bare the tattoo marks on her cheeks. She was killed when a spear was pushed through her throat moments later.

-Inside of Naruto's Mind-

"Okay... so what is going on now?"

Being able to sense people, but NOT hear what they were saying was damn annoying. He could tell that more bloodshed happened, but he had no clue why it was happening or for what purpose it happened. The family that had his statue for years had been killed, and new people were loading his body up to take somewhere else.

What were these people thinking, and why did people keep killing each other for him.

He had no clue what was going on, and it was really pissing him off. He missed a couple hundred years ago when people would just sit nearby him and meditate peacefully, but now the bloody stuff was happening all over again.

"I miss Kurama right now... Humans are evil, and you're the only good one."

"Well Kurama, I know humans are evil, the cycle of hatred exists... but that doesn't matter to me because I plan on changing them." Naruto argued with his own imagination on what he believed Kurama would say. He was all alone in his own mind, without the ability to grow older or experience anything new.

He did feel more energetic lately though.

It was a strange feeling, and for a brief moment he was sure that he had felt some kind of liquid splash across him, more than likely blood. He didn't have a sense of touch, but maybe some blood splashed across his statue form and he was starting to become able to feel things again?

He had no clue what THAT meant.

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