I am Naruto
(俺は鳴門)
"I've decided!" Naruto Uzumaki raised his arms, and looked up at four adults.
It was just like always. Naruto knew that every adult in Konoha had their noses above him. It wasn't a question of stature; no eye contact from others was the same as looking at someone's turned back. It was the same as being unnoticed, and the adults rather spend their attention on something else. It could be thought that maybe it was the noses. The noses of the four adults in particular were enormous, like the goblins in stories told to children in order to prevent them from being mischievous. But Naruto wasn't afraid at all.
"I've decided that you guys need your eyes checked!" He said and his feet took off from the ground. His body felt light and able to scale over houses. From a single bound, he made eye contact with one of the adults and raised both hands. His fingers pressed down on the valves of two cans, a mist of black and blue shooting out. Naruto waved his arms in wide circles. The spray circled around his target's eyes.
He did the same for the other three faces.
"There, glasses for you. Hehehe!" The feeling of victory bubbled inside Naruto as he cackled. He didn't have to be afraid of giant noses after all, especially when they were made out of stone. The four faces of the adults known as the Hokage were etched in a mountainside as a monument, and they seem to watch over the entire Konoha. With such a duty, and carrying such a title, why were the Hokage scoffed on as to being blind?
"Naruto Uzumaki! Damnit!" Hearing the familiar sound of adults' scorn, Naruto made another jump and descended the thatched rooftops of the residential area. He still contained a smile upon a face, leaving the four Hokage in sacrilege.
"Catch me if you can!"
Children and adults, the latter being the survivors of the last war and the guides of the next generation. For Naruto, the guiding came in the form of indiscriminate distaste. Just by seeing him, the adults and his peers made faces as if his presence left a sour taste in the mouth. Sometimes he would look at the mirror in his home to see if there was dirt on his face or if the whisker marks across his cheeks grew or darkened.
What's wrong with them anyway, Naruto had thought. Weren't Konoha supposed to connect to another? The village's resent towards him was getting contagious and rubbing onto even him. At times, it made him angry. He often hid it inside, creating a bigger compulsion to question the actions of the adults. It bubbled inside. Regardless, every time, he scoured his face with his two hands and regained his smile. That's because youth-and those who were blessed to live past the war, carried brilliant dreams.
"I am no ordinary kid!" Naruto landed and darted right into an alleyway. "I'm going to test you!"
"You come back here right now!"
"You better hope a sponge and bucket are in there!" The two adults chasing him were chunin, the middle-men or the ninja in charge of selecting and leading the agent teams. They were also teachers to the young ninja-in-training. Naruto was impudent; even at the age of twelve, he was already thinking like a Kage.