Okay, I am actually surprised I got many people reading my story. Thank you very much and I didn't think anyone would read this so thank you for giving my story a chance.
Well, heres chapter 2. I hope you like it.
I don't own Naruto.
If I did I would have let Naruto learn the flying thunder god technique.
I can't believe those motherfuckers! How could they stab me in the back? After everything I've tried to do to be a better teammate, to get along. Sure, I'm the dead last, but that doesn't mean I don't have feelings. I'm a human being too. Why do the villagers call me a demon or a fox brat? How the hell do I even look like a fox? I've got spiky sun-blonde hair, sure, but look at the Yamanaka clan—they've got every shade of blonde you can think of: honey, ash, creamy, platinum, strawberry, and baby blonde. I even saw another girl with rainbow-colored hair once. My skin? Tan peach, just like plenty of other folks around here. It can't be my blue eyes either; the Yamanaka clan has all different shades of blue.
The only thing different about me are these three line marks on my cheeks, looking like whisker marks, which make me look more like a cat than a fox. Maybe they're birthmarks, or maybe they're scars—I've been abused ever since I can remember, and my earliest memories go back to when I was a few hours old and its just the sound of someone humming .
Now, I have no idea why. Why all this hatred? What did I, an orphan, ever do to deserve this? I've asked the Third Hokage, who I saw as a grandfather figure. He visited me in the hospital whenever I was brought in after being tortured by villagers and shinobi, or the hundreds of times I ended up in a coma from the beatings. I asked him over and over again: Why do they keep attacking me? Why do they glare and beat me?
What did he tell me? He knew. The Third Hokage was definitely lying to me. But I didn't want to lose him, the only human in this village who spoke to me without calling me a demon or monster. He told me they don't understand me. "They are in pain, so please forgive them. Be the better person and forgive them," he would say. I had to hear that so many times that I once snapped and told him I hated the villagers. After that, he stopped visiting. He pushed me away. I was never allowed to head to the Hokage mansion nor we ever had those grandfather and grandson moments anymore.
Just like that, the one thread of hope I had was cut, leaving me truly alone in a village that never wanted me.
Every time the anger surged within me, I had to forcefully restrain myself from lashing out at the villagers. I trained relentlessly, becoming stronger and faster—not to fight back, though. The one time I did threaten someone after he tried to burn me alive, telling him I'd beat him into mush, what was my reward? I was set upon by three of the Third Hokage's ANBU—Cat, Dog, and Tiger.
Cat, the purple-haired woman, was the only one who seemed to hold back a bit. Dog, the gray-haired ANBU, wasn't so kind. He pinned me down and repeatedly slammed his foot into my head, driving my face into the dirt. Tiger was just as brutal, targeting my wrists and knees, breaking them to ensure I couldn't move. They left me lying there in the training ground, broken and alone. And what do you think happened next? Yeah, you're right—I was attacked again and ended up in a coma, the longest one yet. Three full months.
When I finally returned to the academy, I was met with mockery and laughter. My Chunin sensei didn't even give me a chance to catch up; I failed the academy again. The second time, and it shouldn't have been a shock.
But I haven't given up, I haven't shut myself away, and that's because of old man Teuchi and his daughter Ayame. They're the only other people who see me as just that—a boy looking for some kind of connection. They have no idea how much their simple acts of kindness mean to me. They talk to me about the weather, encourage me to eat more fruits and vegetables. I never knew how much I needed a hug before until Ayame gave me one. It warmed my chest and filled me with such happiness.
Old man Teuchi always greets me with a "Welcome" and a "Please come back," which always brings a genuine smile to my face. Not the fake one I started wearing after the Third Hokage continued to lie to me, avoiding the truth. No, the ramen shop is a place where I can actually sit and talk with them. They even defend me from rude customers, not hesitating to kick them out.
That's why I spend all my money on food there, even though I know i spend all my money there. But it's worth it, because it's nearly the only place where I feel like I belong, where I feel seen. I really don't have any friends in Konoha... well, I don't count Ayame or her father as friends. They're more like family to me. At the Ninja Academy, I was practically an outcast. I couldn't talk or interact much with the other students. If I ever hurt someone during sparring, I was branded a cheater and the Chunin sensei would rough me up. The students knew I was considered trash compared to them, so they bullied me and treated me even worse. All the clan heirs and heiresses saw me as nothing more than garbage, and they laughed whenever I struggled. They were all shocked when I passed, saying I just got lucky but was still the weakest.
The messed up part came later that night at the ramen shop where I was hanging out with Ayame and her dad. I was dragged out by my hair and beaten up. They demanded to know where the Scroll of Sealing was. I was so confused—I kept telling them I didn't know what they were talking about, but they just beat me harder. Ayame and her father came out to defend me, telling them I'd been at their shop since I passed the Genin exam. Then one of the Jonin, Genma, slapped Ayame in the face and she dropped to the ground, and I lost it. Suddenly, golden chains shot out from my back, throwing everyone away from me. I nearly killed Genma; my chains impaled him and I would have finished him off if Teuchi hadn't calmed me down, telling me Ayame was okay.
A few minutes later, the Third Hokage showed up and announced that they had found my sensei, Iruka, and Mizuki, dead near the walls of Konoha. He explained that Mizuki had stolen the scroll, disguising himself as me. They had recovered the scroll, but now I was going to be marked for attempting to kill a Jonin. I snapped back, pointing out that I was the one who got attacked and that Genma had struck a civilian, which was against the law—he used the same line on me whenever I said I'd go after a civilian.
We glared at each other, and he just took Genma to the hospital. The next day, I received a letter stating I wasn't allowed to use the chakra chains or they would seal away my chakra. Ayame and Teuchi had to close their shop, but they told me they were alright. I apologized to Ayame, who just waved it off, saying it wasn't my fault, and reminded me that I had defended her from that same jerk, Genma, who had attacked her. And I haven't seen that ass hole ever since.
My days settled into their usual grim rhythm: getting glared at, people calling me a monster and a demon. I dodged the rocks and rotten fruits and vegetables thrown my way. Despite living in the red-light district, in the poorest apartment complex, I kept my things clean. People still broke in, but it was the only place where I could drop my mask.
Later, I headed to the academy, making sure to arrive last so I could slip unnoticed to my usual spot at the back, in a row all by myself. No one even glanced my way, but I just shrugged it off. Then, a random Chunin arrived to inform us about our teams. Guess what? I made it with Sakura-chan and Sasuke-teme. I can't quite remember why I liked Sakura... maybe it's because she was the only one who gave me any attention. Sure, she hits me, and yeah, she yells at me, but she talks to me, looks at me. I'm not a masochist; it's just that having someone acknowledge my existence is kind of nice. I like the attention, but I'm definitely not a masochist.
Everyone else left with their sensei, leaving the three of us alone. For three damn hours, we waited for our sensei who eventually just told us to meet him on the roof. We introduced ourselves, well, Sasuke and Sakura did. Kakashi-sensei told me it really didn't matter for me since he didn't really care about what I had to say. Another person who hates me.
We had a test the next day, and it was horrible for me. I got pretty beat up by Kakashi-sensei the whole time, ending up with a few broken ribs and both my arms bruised dark purple. And then Kakashi-sensei tied me to the log and told Sakura and Sasuke that they could do whatever they wanted. Sakura didn't do anything to help, and I managed to switch a bell for a small rock. I wasn't able to explain this to Kakashi-sensei, and after the test, they just left me there.
I don't know how, but I ended up getting beaten up again by the villagers and a few ninjas who were friends of Genma. Another few days spent in the hospital. Just another chapter in the endless cycle of pain and loneliness that defines my life here in Konoha. Day in and day out, we've been doing D-rank missions as a team. No, scratch that—I've been doing all the work myself. Picking up trash, cutting grass, pulling garden weeds, walking the Inuzuka dogs, painting walls, fixing heaters, cleaning the Inuzuka dogs kennel and wiring air conditioners. For any little mistake, I got blamed and my pay was cut in half, or more. So, I had to use the Transformation Jutsu to work at restaurants by taking on the appearances of random civilians without them knowing it was me.
Then we got a C-rank mission to the Land of Waves. I was relieved, honestly, because I just didn't want to be in Konoha anymore. Back there, I got blamed by Sakura for trying to sexually assault her during a spar which I don't remember doing since Kakashi-sensei had give us three days off. And all three days I never saw Sakura or Sasuke-teme. I bearly saw her that day since they broke in my apartment and was dragged out by the Hokage Anbu, which I got beaten up and completely tanked my reputation even more. I thought Ayame and Teuchi would push me away too, but they didn't believe the rumors. They knew better, and knowing that they stood by me... I was happy. I don't know what I'd do if I lost them, and then I left.
I even saved Kakashi-sensei from Zabuza after Sakura and Sasuke had embarrassed themselves, and I never got a thanks from any of them. Tazuna thanked me, though, since I was the only one who actually did something.
My day went to shit, and I've been thinking about running away. Kakashi-sensei is going to report me either way to the Third Hokage because I finally slept after being forced to stay awake for five whole days and nights. I don't know what I'll do if I lose my ninja license and forehead protector. Since I knew I wasn't going to be able to work as a civilian anywhere in Konoha.
Now, I've saved Tazuna's grandson and daughter from Gato's guards, and I'm feeling really weak. I can't really use my chakra right, and my movements are slower, but I had to help them. I saved the teme from getting stabbed by hundreds of ice senbons by Zabuza's partner. Not even a minute later, I got stabbed by a tanto right in my chest—I'm sure it hit my heart. I saw Sasuke's smug smirk as the bastard threw me off the bridge. I heard Tazuna shout a desperate "No." He was in disbelief at the laughter from Sakura and Sasuke.
Now, here I am, landing in the cold seawater, sinking deeper. Guess this is how I die. Everything went black.
Naruto groaned as a beam of daylight hit his face, the brightness forcing him awake. "I swear, I will find a way to turn you off, stupid sun," he muttered, rubbing his eyes, feeling unusually warm and protected. Opening his eyes, he looked around, confused. He was in a bedroom he didn't recognize. The room was sparsely furnished with just a desk, drawers, and a lamp, creating a minimalistic yet unfamiliar environment. His gaze landed on a scroll sitting on the desk, and curiosity piqued, he swung his legs off the bed.
The bed was fancy, far nicer than anything he was used to, and he noticed he wasn't wearing his usual orange jumpsuit. Instead, he was dressed in a pair of black shorts and an oversized white T-shirt. A quick check confirmed that even his underwear wasn't his usual style, causing him to blush. Standing up, he approached the desk and unrolled the scroll. As he did, clothing spilled out along with a note.
Naruto picked up the note, reading: "Dear Naruto-kun, If you're reading this, it means you are up. Sorry, I guess this is awkward since you are confused and might be scared. We aren't going to harm you and hurt you... okay, that sounds very suspicious," he read, pausing and sweatdropping as the writer seemed to mumble through the writing. He rubbed his cheek, slightly amused and resumed reading after the scribbled mumbling, "Oi! I know you skipped my mumbling. I will just get to telling you the important part. Come downstairs so we can talk since we could tell you the things the Third Hokage lied to you about. And hide from your back. About everything."
Naruto looked up from the note, surprised. 'So there's more than one person who knows why Konoha hates me and why they call me a demon and monster,' he thought. Though he knew it could be a trap, this was the first time anyone had offered to tell him the truth. He turned the note over and read the back, "Your orange jumpsuit was destroyed. No, we actually destroyed it since we know you hate it, and these clothes should do for now. Sorry if they're too large on you."
He then noticed the clothes laid out for him: black ANBU pants, a black T-shirt, and a dark orange jacket. Despite the potential risks, the promise of answers drew him in. He decided to head downstairs, his mind racing with questions about who these people were and what they knew. As he left the room, his feelings oscillated between hope and caution, the mysterious surroundings casting a strange sense of unease yet intrigue.
As Naruto descended the stairs, the rich aroma of breakfast permeated the air, tantalizing his senses and making his stomach growl with anticipation. The gentle humming of a female voice drifted from the kitchen, pulling him forward with a sense of warmth he rarely experienced. The moment his foot touched the ground floor, the woman at the stove turned around, her face lighting up with a radiant smile that seemed to illuminate the room.
Naruto caught sight of her vibrant violet eyes and lustrous red hair, which only added to her ethereal presence. Overcome with a rush of unfamiliar emotions, he blushed and averted his gaze, earning a soft giggle from the woman.
"Sit down at the dining table, Naruto-kun. I'm almost done cooking," she said warmly, her voice a soothing balm to his often-tense nerves. Naruto stood frozen for a moment, unaccustomed to such kindness from anyone other than Ayame and Teuchi at the ramen shop. The woman, noticing his hesitation, smiled wistfully and added with a playful nudge, "Oi! Go sit down at the dining table, Dattebane," pointing at him with her wooden spoon.
Naruto nodded and complied, moving to the dining table where he sat awkwardly, still processing the comforting atmosphere of the home. Unseen by Naruto, the woman's expression darkened briefly as she muttered a curse about the Third Hokage and the people of Konoha. '*Just a matter of time,' she thought grimly, her eyes flashing with a resolve that hinted at deep-seated plans.
Suddenly, the calm of the morning was shattered by a bright yellow flash in the living room. A figure materialized, stunning Naruto into silence. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he stared in disbelief at the man standing before him—his hero, the Fourth Hokage.
"L-lord Fourth?" Naruto managed to stutter out, his voice choked with shock.
Minato, with a bright and joyous smile, responded warmly, "Yo, I'm happy you're awake, Naruto-kun."
Naruto remained frozen, shock pinning him in place as he tried to reconcile the presence of the fourth Hokage the people everyone dreams of being in Konoha. But mostly Orphan since Minato Namikaze the Fourth Hokage was an orphan who builders up to reach heights that got him the title of fourth Hokage.
Naruto leaped from the dining chair, a mixture of alarm and curiosity flashing across his face as he frantically felt his arms and chest. "Wait? How do you know my name? Never mind that, am I dead? Am I a ghost?" he blurted out, his mind racing with thoughts of specters and spirits, especially since he was acutely aware that the Fourth Hokage had died heroically battling the Nine-Tails to save Konoha.
His reaction elicited a warm chuckle from both Kushina and Minato. Minato, observing Naruto's frantic movements, commented with a smile, "Yeah, he looks like a mini version of me, but he definitely has your personality, Kushina-chan."
"Well, of course, Dattebane," Kushina replied proudly, which only made Naruto pause and raise an eyebrow, further confused. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, his voice laced with bewilderment.
Minato sighed, exchanging a look with Kushina before saying, "Sit down, Naruto. What we're about to tell you is going to shock you. So please, sit down."
Reluctantly, Naruto did as he was told, sitting back down as Kushina laid out three plates of a simple yet comforting breakfast consisting of steamed white rice, miso soup, grilled fish, and a cup of green tea. "Let's eat," Kushina said warmly, and they all murmured their thanks for the meal.
Naruto felt extremely awkward and confused, his gaze drifting over the meal before him. He snapped out of his daze when Kushina asked, "You don't like it?" Shaking his head, he quickly started eating, murmuring appreciatively at the flavors, "Hmm, this is really good."
After a few minutes of eating, Naruto ventured, "Umm, where are we? I thought I was killed by my bastard teammates and got thrown off the bridge."
Minato and Kushina exchanged a glance, a silent communication passing between them before Minato answered, "You were near to death, but something happened within you that saved your life."
"You mean my quick healing?" Naruto asked, and they nodded in confirmation.
Kushina sighed, realizing they had stumbled upon the first major hurdle—Naruto was completely unaware of his Jinchuriki status and the larger implications of his unique heritage. She decided to probe a bit to gauge his understanding. "Naruto-kun, how do you think the Fourth Hokage defeated the Nine-Tail?" she asked gently, already knowing the misconceptions likely sown by the stories told in the orphanage, stories of a day that she wished had unfolded differently. "That the Fox appeared out of nowhere and that the Fourth Hokage killed it by sacrificing himself with a powerful jutsu," he recounted, his voice reflecting the confusion of stories told and retold with dramatic flair throughout his childhood.
Minato sighed gently, a twinge of sadness mixed with resolve evident in his expression. "I did sacrifice myself, but it wasn't just me who stopped it. First thing is, the Nine-Tails fox wasn't killed that day; it's made up of chakra. And even if I had killed it, it would gather back up and most likely destroy the village. That's why I did something else," he explained, pausing to ensure Naruto grasped the gravity of the truth before delving deeper.
"Really? How though?" Naruto asked, his gaze shifting between Minato and Kushina, a flicker of curiosity lighting up his eyes.
Kushina took over the explanation, her voice steady but filled with a somber tone of remembrance. "First, you need to know that the Nine-Tails fox didn't technically just appear at the village. The truth is that the Nine-Tails was always in Konoha, from the beginning of its creation," she revealed, watching as her son's eyes widened in shock.
"Konoha was created by three clans during the Warring States Period. Those three clans were the Senju, Uchiha, and the Uzumaki," Kushina continued, noting the immediate spark of interest when she mentioned the Uzumaki clan. "Yes, the Uzumaki clan was a clan, but not from Konoha. It was a clan that lived on an island called Whirlpool. Nearly everyone from the clan was killed off during the beginning of the second shinobi war," she said, her voice laced with a poignant mixture of pride and sorrow.
Seeing Naruto's expression cloud with sadness, Kushina reassured him gently, "I'll tell you more about your clan after I continue about the creation of Konoha," coaxing a nod from Naruto. His mind was swirling with the revelations, each piece of the puzzle lending clarity but also deepening the mystery of his origins and the true history he was never told. "Then after Konoha was founded, other clans joined after the First Hokage invited them to be part of the village and unite as one. That's how the Will of Fire was created—everyone becomes one big family to protect the village," Kushina explained, her voice tinged with nostalgia for the ideals that once shaped their world.
She continued, "As years passed, the other clans voted to place the First Hokage as the leader. Meanwhile, Uchiha Madara grew jealous, fearing that the Senju clan would dominate his own. He urged his clan to abandon Konoha since he was the clan head, but no one followed him. He left, becoming the first missing-nin, vowing to take revenge and destroy the village."
Kushina paused, ensuring Naruto was following along. "So, a few years later, Madara called the First Hokage out to battle him. He summoned the Nine-Tails to fight alongside him. Their battle was so intense and long that it created the Valley of the End on the border between the Rice and Fire countries."
"Lord First managed to subdue the Nine-Tails, and his wife, Mito Uzumaki, sealed it within herself to ensure Madara couldn't use it again. Without knowing, she became the first Jinchuriki, the first container of the Nine-Tails. The First Hokage defeated Madara, and they returned to Konoha."
Naruto's curiosity peaked. "How could the Nine-Tails be sealed away? Is the art of sealing could be that powerful?" he asked, his mind racing with the possibilities of such a jutsu.
"Do you remember hearing about my jutsu, the Flying Thunder God Technique?" Minato asked, and Naruto nodded eagerly. "It's based on sealing. I use time-space fuinjutsu," Minato explained, hoping to bridge Naruto's understanding of the complex techniques involved.
Kushina resumed, "Time passed, and the First Hokage wanted peace with the other newly formed hidden villages. To promote equality, he captured the other eight Tailed Beasts. There are nine in total, with the One-Tail being the weakest and the Nine-Tails the strongest."
Naruto narrowed his eyes, his thoughts darkening. "That's stupid, why would he do that? Didn't he realize that it would cause more problems?" he blurted out, his voice laced with frustration.
Kushina and Minato exchanged a knowing glance, both understanding the complexity and the burden of such decisions. "Indeed, it led to more conflicts. After the first Hokage passed away. That's how the First Shinobi War started and the first time Jinchuriki were used in war," Minato added softly, hoping to help Naruto understand the gravity and the unintended consequences of the First Hokage's choices. As Naruto shared his thoughts about the Tailed Beasts, two fox ears popped up on top of his head and nine orange fox tails unfurled behind him, swishing in the air—changes that Naruto himself did not immediately notice. Minato and Kushina, however, stared in surprise at the sudden manifestation of these features.
"I would have just left them be; they weren't hurting anyone, so why bring them into things?" Naruto expressed firmly to Minato, who nodded in agreement, understanding the simplicity yet depth of his son's perspective.
Kushina continued the history lesson, a tinge of solemnity in her voice. "Years passed, and the First Hokage died, then the Second Hokage also passed away. Remember Mito Uzumaki?" she asked, and Naruto nodded.
"Well, she was getting old and couldn't maintain the Nine-Tails' seal much longer. She only had a few more years left. So she called upon her clan to send someone with similar chakra as hers. The Uzumaki clan sent the clan head's only daughter to Konoha to become the second Jinchuriki of the Nine-Tails. But a few weeks after the sealing, Whirlpool was attacked by four out of the five great nations," Kushina explained, her voice carrying a hint of bitterness.
Naruto's expression turned to one of anger and sadness. "Who were they?" he asked, his interest piqued, realizing this part of history was never covered in the Academy, nor found in any textbooks.
"Kiri, Kumo, Iwagakure, and Konoha," Kushina disclosed, watching as shock etched itself deeply across Naruto's face.
"Wait, wait, wait. You're telling me Konoha betrayed Whirlpool? Why? They were one of the founders, and the First Hokage was married to an Uzumaki," Naruto exclaimed, his tails flicking agitatedly behind him, still oblivious to their presence.
"Simple, they had the newest Nine-Tails Jinchuriki and didn't want them around anymore. The people causing the destruction were Danzo, Orochimaru of the Sannin, and Jiraiya the Toad Sage," Kushina revealed, her voice laced with a trace of disgust. Minato's face reflected a sense of betrayal, struggling with the idea that his old sensei, who always preached about finding peace, was involved in such deceit.
"How do you know all this?" Naruto pressed, seeking validation for these startling revelations.
Kushina's response was filled with a rising anger. "Because we are right now in Whirlpool country, and my father, Garp Uzumaki, left a recording of the attack," she disclosed, the bitterness evident as she mentioned her father's foresight to preserve this crucial piece of history.
Minato and Kushina shared a look of grim resolution. Now more than ever, they understood the depth of Konoha's betrayal and the necessity of their actions. "Wait, so you are the little girl who got the Nine-Tails sealed inside her?" he asked, piecing together the tragic story unfolding before him.
Kushina nodded, her expression solemn. "Yes, that was me. But let me explain how it came to be unleashed," she began, preparing to reveal a painful part of her past.
"The thing about the seal of a female Jinchuriki is this: once they get pregnant, their seal weakens during childbirth. I was the previous Nine-Tails Jinchuriki," Kushina explained, her voice tinged with sadness.
Naruto's eyes widened, connecting dots. "If you are the Fourth Hokage's wife… what happened to your child, and what happened to the next Jinchuriki?" he asked, his voice laced with concern and confusion.
Kushina took a deep breath before continuing. "I gave birth to a handsome baby boy. Minato was enforcing the seal to remain intact, but we were attacked by a masked man from the Uchiha clan. He killed my midwives, one of whom was the Third Hokage's wife. He managed to take our child hostage and gave Minato a cruel choice: either me or our newborn son. As Minato tried to calm him down, the man threw our son into the air, intending to kill him with a kunai. Minato caught our son and saved him from exploding tags hidden in his blanket. Once I was left alone, the man teleported me outside the village and forced my seal to break, releasing the Nine-Tails. He then used his Sharingan to control it, just as Madara Uchiha did long ago. He ordered the Nine-Tails to kill me, as normally, when a Tailed Beast is removed, the Jinchuriki dies."
Naruto listened, horrified by the brutality of the story. "So, how were you able to stay alive?" he asked, his voice a mix of awe and fear.
Kushina smiled slightly, a sad glint in her eyes. "Due to my Uzumaki heritage, I might have survived, but it was Minato who saved me, taking me along with our baby to safety."
Minato, standing nearby with a sheepish expression, rubbed the back of his head. "Once I left Kushina with our child, I went to help the village stop the Nine-Tails. I arrived just in time to see it launch a Tailed Beast Bomb, which I teleported outside the village walls. I was forced to confront the Uchiha controlling the Nine-Tails. After a fierce battle, I managed to break his control over the beast. Realizing the only way to save the village was to make our child into the Jinchuriki, I… I made a decision that I regret deeply," Minato confessed, his voice heavy with guilt.
Naruto's heart raced as he absorbed their words. "Why? What happened to your child? Would he be treated like a hero or a prince since he was your child?" he asked, hope mingling with dread.
"No, they did the opposite. They treated our child like the beast inside him and tortured him in every way they could. The Third Hokage betrayed us and kept lying to our son, over and over again, especially after the beatings," Minato said, his voice breaking with sorrow.
Naruto blinked, his mind reeling as he pointed to himself, his voice shaking. "A-are you telling me I am your child and the third Jinchuriki of the Nine-Tails fox?" he whispered, struggling to grasp the full weight of their revelation.
They nodded sadly, confirming his deepest suspicions. Silence fell as Naruto processed the truth. Tears began to stream down his face—tears he had held back for years under the mask he wore to protect himself. For the first time, he allowed himself to cry, not because it solved anything, but because he finally understood the missing pieces of his life's painful puzzle. As Naruto's breaths quickened, escalating into what seemed like the beginnings of a panic attack, both Kushina and Minato were filled with concern. "Naruto! Calm down," Kushina urged, rushing to her son's side to help soothe his escalating fears.
Minato joined her, and together they enveloped Naruto in a comforting embrace. "Please, calm down," Minato whispered gently. Amidst the soothing embrace, Kushina began to sing a soft melody, the same lullaby she had sung when Naruto was still in her womb and during the brief, peaceful moments before Minato had left to aid the village during the crisis.
Gradually, Naruto's breathing steadied, slowing down under the calming influence of his parents' presence and the familiar song. Eventually, he drifted into a deep, much-needed sleep. As he slept, Kushina tenderly ran her fingers over Naruto's ears, marveling softly, "They're so soft," sharing the moment with Minato, who was gently feeling the single large tail formed by Naruto's nine smaller ones.
"I think he took the information better than what I first thought," Minato mused, relieved. They had half-expected him to react with denial or an angry burst of the Tailed Beast's chakra.
"Yeah, but I guess we shouldn't have been surprised since he's been having such a tough time barely surviving," Kushina replied, her voice tinged with a mix of pride and sorrow for all that Naruto had endured.
Shifting the conversation towards their plans and recent discoveries, Kushina asked, "So what did you discover back in Konoha? Since I'm sure the silver-haired bastard told the old monkey bastard the news," referring to Jiraiya and the Third Hokage with a scowl. Minato had gone to check on their compound to secure it from any intrusions by Kakashi or the Third Hokage, who might have thought they'd removed Naruto permanently from the equation.
"Just like you thought, they've erased the law that made the old generation from not telling the newer generation about Naruto's status as the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki. And now they are celebrating the day, calling it 'the great Uchiha-sama slaying the demon'," Minato reported, his tone dripping with disdain for the revisionist history the villagers were celebrating.
"Well, we have two months and three weeks to prepare our Naruto-kun to turn the tables on them," said Kushina, a fierce determination in her voice. Kushina felt Naruto's fox ears perk up, an indication of his alertness, and noticed him gazing at her intently. "Welcome back, Naruto-kun," she greeted him with a warm smile. In response, Naruto launched himself into her arms, embracing her tightly. "Mom," he whispered, his voice carrying a mixture of joy and disbelief. Kushina wrapped her arms around him, whispering into his ear, "Yes, my brave son." Naruto responded by nuzzling his face into her shoulder, seeking comfort in her presence.
"This isn't a dream, right? If this is a cruel dream, please don't let me wake up. Dattebayo," Naruto murmured, his voice muffled against her. Kushina giggled softly at his words, reassuring him with a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Na, this is for real," she assured him, looking into his soft ocean-blue eyes. "You are still alive, and this isn't a dream, my baby," she affirmed with a smile.
Minato watched the tender scene quietly from a distance, understanding that Kushina needed this moment with Naruto, especially since she had endured so much pain from the very beginning.
A few moments later, Kushina playfully poked Naruto's ear, which felt strange to him. "Why did you poke my ear?" he asked, reaching up to touch where his human ears would normally be, his confusion mounting. As he searched and his fingers found nothing but the sides of his head, his eyes widened. "Where are my ears?" he exclaimed, feeling Kushina touch them again. "How are you doing that?" he asked, tilting his head inquisitively; one of his ears drooped while the other stayed erect.
Kushina couldn't contain herself and blurted out, "Kawaii!" as she pulled him into another hug, giggling delightedly while Minato watched, a sweatdrop forming on his forehead as Kushina doted on Naruto like a cute animal.
Minato cleared his throat, prompting Kushina to look up at him, her cheeks tinted with a blush. "Sorry, Minato-kun. It's just… Naruto's fox ears are too cute and soft," she explained, causing Naruto to look up at her with a confused expression, his single large tail swishing from side to side.
"Okay, I am more lost now," Naruto admitted, rubbing the top of his head, feeling something unusual. He paused and placed both hands on his head, feeling two furry things that were indeed his new ears. He looked at his father with a mixture of shock and confusion.
"Well, how should I put this, Naruto," Minato began, gently rubbing the top of Naruto's head as he searched for the right words. "Let's say you are no longer just the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki but something more," he paused, noting Naruto's eyes widening in shock as he glanced at his large single fox tail.
"Since that spoiled Uchiha brat tried to kill you, the seal did everything possible to keep you alive. The reason it was able to do that is because the Shinigami powered it. In trying to keep you alive, it took all the Nine-Tails' chakra and fused it with you, essentially making you into the second Nine-Tails fox. And you are still human, but it's like a new bloodline has been created, making you into the Nine-Tails fox," explained Minato.
"No, you aren't a demon. As I said, you are still human, but now you just have the chakra of the Nine-Tails fox," Minato added, ensuring his son understood that he wasn't any less human or monstrous because of this transformation.
"Oh, I see," Naruto murmured, still processing the information as Kushina began to affectionately brush Naruto's tail. Naruto blushed as Kushina rubbed the tail against her face.
"Mom, um, you know it's sensitive, right?" Naruto remarked, a bit embarrassed by her actions. It seemed she either wasn't listening or was choosing to ignore him as she continued to indulge in the softness of his tail. "It's so soft," she commented, making both Naruto and Minato exchange bemused looks.
A few moments later, Naruto sought clarification on another point, "So let me get this straight, you guys placed part of your soul and chakra in the seal?" he asked his parents, who both nodded.
Minato, chuckling softly, wrapped Kushina in a bear hug to keep her from getting further distracted by Naruto's fox features. "So, since Sasuke almost killed me, I've become the newest Nine-Tails fox, but I'm still human. When I took in the chakra of the Nine-Tails, it filled up your chakra to stay a later time with me, and you guys came out of the seal," Naruto continued, his voice steadying as he pieced together his new reality, with Kushina nodding from within Minato's embrace.
"And you want to train me so I can take the Chunin exam and get revenge on my academy classmates?" he asked, to which they both nodded. "Wow, I guess I finally got lucky for once," he said, chuckling a bit, a flicker of relief in his laughter after all the heavy revelations.
"Yeah, but there's something that's going to happen during the Chunin exam finals, and Kushina and I have a few things to settle," Minato added, hinting at more complexities and plans that lay ahead. "Am I going to be able to know what it is?" Naruto asked, his curiosity piqued about the impending developments. Kushina, just released from Minato's embrace, responded with a hint of mystery, "Not at the moment, not till we are done training you." She then added cheerfully, "I am hoping you could take my training, Dattebane!" Her overly sweet smile sent an involuntary shiver down Naruto's spine.
Later, Naruto examined a set of wrist and ankle bands, each inscribed with kanji. "What are these?" he inquired, his eyes narrowing at the unfamiliar items.
"Those are training bands that work like weights," Kushina explained as she formed a hand seal. "Your father and I will be increasing their weight each day. Your muscles will rip and heal repeatedly, but you'll be fine since you have a high pain tolerance."
As soon as the weights activated, Naruto dropped face-first to the ground, struggling to get back on his feet. "Holy crap, how much weight is this?" he exclaimed, channeling chakra into his muscles to stabilize himself.
"200 pounds on each ankle and 100 pounds on both wrists. That's just for starters, and we will keep increasing it until we head to the Fire Country," Kushina declared.
Minato's voice cut through the tension in the air, "While Kushina helps you build your endurance, I need you to sharpen your mental focus. Naruto, create 51 shadow clones."
With a swift motion, Naruto formed the necessary seal, and in a burst of smoke, 51 identical Narutos materialized around him, instantly filling the clearing with a crowd of eager faces.
One curious clone stepped forward, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Sensei, how do shadow clones enhance our training exactly?"
Minato smiled, motioning for the clone to come closer. He leaned in, whispering a secret that made the clone's eyes grow wide with astonishment. Then, with a playful chop to the clone's head, Minato dispelled him, sending a ripple of shock through the remaining clones.
The original Naruto, catching the dispersed clone's memories, burst out in surprise, "Wait! Are you serious? Ramen for dinner?" His face lit up with the mention of his favorite meal, as the same revelation hit all the clones simultaneously, creating a wave of excited murmurs.
Kushina, observing the scene with a slight smile, chimed in to deepen their understanding. "The strength of the shadow clone technique lies in its ability to multiply your learning capacity. Each clone accumulates experiences independently, which then transfer back to you upon their dispersal."
She paused, her expression turning serious. "However, remember the risk. If a clone takes a strong enough hit, it vanishes, and unlike physical conditioning, you won't build endurance or muscle memory from their activities. It's all about the mind today, not just the body."
"Wow, that's so overpowering. No wonder the Anbu are allowed to learn the shadow clone" Naruto said, finally understanding the strategic advantage of his shadow clones.
"But these 50 clones are starting their training right now. They will be learning information you weren't taught, strategies, and tactics for the first week. We need to make your mind as good as your physical body," Minato instructed, leading the groaning clones away for their mental training session.
"So what now—" Naruto started to ask but suddenly rolled away as a chakra chain slammed into the ground where he had been seconds before. Kushina, wielding the chain, grinned at him. "Your job is to make sure I don't stab you with my chains," she announced, a playful yet challenging tone in her voice.
Naruto bolted through the forest, his heart racing as adrenaline pumped through his veins. Behind him, Kushina unleashed a flurry of chakra chains, her eerie laughter echoing through the trees like the call of a siren. Each chain thudded into the ground where Naruto had been seconds earlier, sending dirt and debris flying.
From a nearby clearing, Minato and a group of Naruto's clones watched the chase unfold. One clone wiped his brow, visibly relieved. "Phew, glad that's not us," he muttered.
"Oi! Watch it!" the real Naruto yelled as he narrowly avoided another chain, the deadly links grazing the tips of his spiky hair. He could almost feel the cold, chakra-infused metal whispering past his scalp.
Kushina's laughter grew louder, a mix of delight and menace. "Fufufufu, you're slower today, Naruto!" she teased, her voice a haunting melody that seemed to dance with the wind.
Back with Minato, he seized the moment to teach, tossing scrolls at the clones with a stern look. "Focus! Your training doesn't stop just because Naruto's playing tag with his mother."
One clone caught a scroll and grimaced. "I hate reading, Dattebayo!" he complained, mimicking Naruto's favorite exclamation while folding his arms defiantly across his chest.
Another clone glanced towards Naruto, then back at the scroll in his hands, relief washing over his face. "At least we're not dodging those chakra chains," he said, watching as Naruto, weighed down by training weights, rolled out of another attack.
The sight of their mother cackling with such intensity sent shivers down the clones' spines, making the hair on the back of their necks stand on end. They exchanged uneasy glances, the chilling sound of Kushina's laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves in the breeze.
Author notes
Okay, I hope you are getting a idea how I am trying to make this… but if you have any questions let me know.
Like I said in chapter one this is my first story so I might be really crappy.
I have read your comments and I was surprised I got a lot of support so thank you once again.
I have been reading story in this site since two years ago. It made me want to learn English more so I hoping I am not making a lot cringing mistakes.
Well, that's all from me and I am hoping you are having a great day you sexy people.