Naruto Cursed Child Chronicles

by MioNaruseSama

Naruto Uzumaki is the eldest of four siblings, born into the Uzumaki family, renowned for their strong chakra and their special connection to the Nine-Tails, the fearsome tailed beast sealed within Naruto. However, fate plays a cruel trick on Naruto as he is the only one among his siblings who doesn't inherit the Nine-Tails' chakra.

10. Ch-7 (He is Not well and Why Minato)

Naruto groggily opened his eyes to a room bathed in soft, unfamiliar light. His head throbbed mercilessly, as if protesting every ounce of pain it had endured. Blinking through the haze, he discovered his head and face shrouded in tight bandages

Naruto's grumble escaped through gritted teeth. "What the hell happened? Where am I?" His right eye, the only part of his face exposed, surveyed the room. It seemed welcoming, a stark contrast to the harsh reality he had known.

With an effort, he propped himself up on the futon. His hands, wrapped in bandages, betrayed the signs of recent struggle. "Damn, my head feels like it's splitting open." Naruto winced, his face contorting with a mix of pain and frustration.

Casting a glance around the room, he noticed the intricate details of its design. "This place looks decent," Naruto muttered to himself. The confusion in his eyes slowly gave way to determination as he stood up, walking towards a nearby wall.

Seating himself on the floor, Naruto leaned against the wall, supporting his aching head. He let out a string of curses, each word carrying the weight of the pain he endured. "Damn it... What the hell happened back there? Why does my head feel like it's been smashed by a giant boulder?"

As the pain intensified, Naruto clenched his fist, inadvertently tearing a bit of the bandage on his hand. "This is just great," he muttered sarcastically, his frustration echoing in the empty room. "Fantastic way to wake up, really. Just fantastic."

After enduring the torment for what felt like an eternity, Naruto's strength waned. Leaning back against the wall, he succumbed to the pain, muttering one last frustrated word before slipping back into unconsciousness. "Fuck..."

The door to the room slid open, and a weary Anbu with distinctive purple hair stepped in. She sighed at the sight of Naruto sprawled on the floor, muttering to herself in a voice that betrayed both exhaustion. "This brat again," she muttered under her breath.

Kneeling beside Naruto, she scrutinized him with a critical eye. "Looks like he managed to get himself into trouble again." She rolled her eyes, revealing the weariness that came with dealing with such situations. Despite the annoyance, a hint of concern flickered in her gaze as she began changing Naruto's bandages and clothes.

"He's got that look," she mumbled, glancing at Naruto's face. "Looks a lot like the Fourth Hokage. Wonder if there's any relation." The thought lingered for a moment, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand.

With swift and practiced movements, she worked on the bandages, replacing the worn-out ones with fresh ones. "Brat better appreciate this. Not everyone gets a personal nursemaid." Her words held a mix of annoyance and begrudging care as she observed Naruto's unconscious form.

Once satisfied with the rebandaging, she gently lifted Naruto and placed him back on the futon. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes lingering on his face. "Could be trouble," she muttered, almost to herself. With a final, tired sigh, she left the room, closing the door quietly behind her.

As the Anbu headed to meet her boss, the enigma of Naruto's resemblance to the Fourth Hokage lingered, a puzzle piece in the complex web of the village's secrets.

The Anbu with purple hair stepped into her leader's room, a subtle change in atmosphere immediately apparent. The soft glow of light yellow walls greeted her, casting a warm ambiance over the space. The room was adorned with a Fusuma door, its intricate design hinting at a sense of elegance.

A Shoji door, delicately crafted, separated the room, creating an element of privacy. Sunbeams filtered through the wooden balcony, the dark oak providing a stark contrast against the light surroundings. The room felt like a sanctuary, bathed in the gentle sunlight that streamed through two large windows.

As she approached her leader, the atmosphere seemed to shift, emanating a certain calmness and authority. The Anbu took a moment to absorb the tranquility of the room, the quietude broken only by the occasional rustle of paper and the distant sounds of the village beyond the windows.

In this haven of light yellow and wooden accents, secrets were discussed, decisions were made, and the intricacies of the village's affairs unfolded. The room stood as a testament to the balance between shadows and light, mirroring the complexities of the Anbu's duties within the village.

The Anbu with purple hair bowed respectfully as she entered the room, a gesture that reflected both discipline and deference. "Sarutobi-sama," she addressed the leader with a tone that held a mix of formality and familiarity. Her voice carried the weight of experiences shared in the shadows.

"Sarutobi-sama, I've attended to the matter regarding the troublesome one," she reported, her eyes briefly meeting the wise gaze of the elder leader. The room, bathed in the soft glow from the fusuma door and the filtered sunlight through the Shoji, became a stage for their clandestine conversations.

Hiruzen Sarutobi, the retired Hokage, sat with a composed demeanor at the wooden desk. His expression, a canvas of wisdom etched by the passage of time, acknowledged the Anbu's presence. "Proceed, Neko," he responded, his voice carrying the authority of one who had navigated the intricacies of leadership.

As the Anbu detailed the events, her words resonated within the serene confines of the room. "The brat is recovering. A close call, but we managed to keep the situation under control," she reported, her tone a measured blend of respect and professionalism.

The room, with its light yellow walls and the gentle play of shadows, became a witness to the covert exchanges that defined the village's delicate balance. The Anbu's service under Hiruzen Sarutobi extended beyond the traditional hierarchies, a testament to the unspoken alliances that safeguarded the village from the shadows.

The Anbu, known by her code name Neko, lingered in the room, her presence a silent testament to the gravity of her thoughts. Hiruzen observed her with a patient gaze, waiting for her to speak. "What's the matter, Neko?" he inquired, his voice carrying a calm authority that belied the complexities of their world.

Neko hesitated for a moment, her eyes reflecting the uncertainty that lingered within her. "I want to ask you something, my lord," she began, her tone respectful yet tinged with a hint of urgency. Hiruzen listened attentively, sensing the weight of her inquiry.

"What troubles you, Neko?" Hiruzen prompted gently, sensing the importance of her words. His demeanor, a blend of wisdom and compassion, invited her to voice her concerns.

Neko took a breath, steeling herself for the question that weighed heavy on her mind. "Why does Naruto look like Lord Fourth?" she asked, her words echoing in the quiet confines of the room. The question, laced with intrigue and uncertainty, hung in the air, demanding acknowledgment.

Hiruzen's expression softened, a flicker of nostalgia crossing his features. "Ah, Naruto," he murmured, his voice tinged with a mixture of fondness and solemnity. "The resemblance is uncanny, isn't it?" he mused, his gaze drifting to a place beyond the walls of the room.

As he contemplated Neko's question, Hiruzen's thoughts turned to the tangled threads of the village's history, secrets woven into the fabric of its existence. "Some questions," he began, his voice a somber reflection of the burdens he carried, "are better left unanswered, Neko."

Hiruzen entered the room, his gaze falling upon Naruto, who lay still on the futon. The muted light accentuated the pallor of Naruto's face, the bandages a stark reminder of recent struggles. The Anbu with purple hair, Neko, stood by the doorway, her eyes quietly following the elderly leader's entrance.

"What's wrong with him, Doctor?" Hiruzen inquired, his voice a measured blend of concern and authority. The doctor, a figure hunched over Naruto with a mix of professional detachment and sympathy, looked up at the approaching Hokage.

The doctor sighed, the weight of the news evident in the lines etched on his face. "Hokage-sama, it's a problem in his brain," he explained, choosing his words carefully. The room seemed to still as the gravity of the diagnosis settled.

Hiruzen's eyes flickered with a mixture of emotions - a blend of sorrow and determination. "How serious is it?" he pressed, a trace of vulnerability slipping into his voice.

The doctor hesitated, choosing his words with care. "It's a delicate condition. The trauma he's endured has taken its toll. His brain is struggling to cope," he elaborated, the weight of the diagnosis hanging in the air.

As Hiruzen absorbed the news, his gaze returned to Naruto's unconscious form. The room, bathed in a soft light that seemed to dance with uncertainty, became a stage for the unfolding challenges that awaited both village and individual.

Hiruzen's expression tightened with concern as he requested, "Explain properly, Doctor. What exactly do you mean by a problem in his brain?" The room, once suffused with the soft glow of uncertainty, now hung heavy with the weight of impending revelations.

The doctor, aware of the gravity of the situation, took a deep breath before delving into the explanation. "Hokage-sama, the trauma Naruto endured has caused a severe impact on his brain. The neural pathways are disrupted, leading to unpredictable consequences. His brain is struggling to regulate basic functions, and in the worst-case scenario, it could result in memory loss, cognitive impairment, or even complete shutdown of vital systems."

Hiruzen's gaze remained fixed on Naruto, his features etched with a mixture of sorrow and determination. "What can we do to help him?" he inquired, a steely resolve underscoring his words.

The doctor sighed, his response heavy with the reality of their predicament. "Treatment is uncertain, Hokage-sama. We can try various methods, but the extent of the damage is severe. It will be a delicate balance, and the outcome is uncertain."

The doctor, his expression growing graver, hesitated for a moment before delivering the final piece of unsettling information. "There's one more crucial detail, Hokage-sama," he began, locking eyes with Hiruzen, his seriousness accentuated by the weight of the revelation.

Hiruzen, already on edge, felt a knot tighten in his stomach. "What is it, Doctor?" he inquired, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

The doctor took a breath before disclosing, "Several areas in Naruto's brain have sustained irreversible damage. If not handled delicately, it could lead to a complete transformation of his personality. The risk is that he could turn into a psychopath."

Hiruzen's eyes widened with a mix of shock and apprehension. The gravity of the situation settled heavily in the room. "What can we do to prevent that?" he asked, a sense of urgency coloring his words.

The doctor's response carried a somber tone. "It's imperative to keep him surrounded by positivity, maintain a nurturing environment, and ensure he forms strong, positive connections with people. The psyche is fragile, Hokage-sama, and the course of his recovery depends heavily on the support he receives."

The doctor carefully handed a small vial of medication to Hiruzen, the label bearing the weight of responsibility. "These are for Naruto when he wakes up," the doctor explained, his voice a hushed reminder of the delicate task ahead. "They should help manage the pain and mitigate potential emotional outbursts."

Hiruzen nodded, a mixture of gratitude and concern etched on his face. "Thank you, doctor. I understand," he acknowledged, accepting the vial with a firm resolve. The room, once a sanctuary of shadows and secrets, now held the echoes of a future fraught with uncertainty.

As the doctor prepared to leave, he cast a final, meaningful glance at Hiruzen. "Remember, Hokage-sama, Naruto may get easily agitated or frustrated. Small things could trigger strong reactions due to the injuries in his brain. Please, be patient with him. It's crucial not to provoke him."

Hiruzen's eyes mirrored the weight of the doctor's words. "I'll keep that in mind," he assured, his voice carrying the solemnity of a leader grappling with the challenges that lay ahead.

The doctor's expression remained serious as he delivered a final caution. "If anyone shouts or harms him, he might become extremely scared and, in the heat of the moment, act out. There's a risk he could inadvertently harm himself or others."

A heavy silence settled over the room as the implications of Naruto's fragile state hung in the air. "And at worst," the doctor continued, his gaze unwavering, "the damage to his brain could lead him down a path where he becomes a psychopath. We must tread carefully."

Hiruzen absorbed the gravity of the doctor's warning. "I understand, doctor. We'll take all necessary precautions," he affirmed, a sense of duty driving him to ensure Naruto's well-being.

Hiruzen's gaze lingered on Naruto's unconscious form, a cascade of thoughts swirling in his mind. The room, once a bastion of shadows and hidden truths, now held the weight of uncertainty as the sunlight filtered through the Shoji doors, casting a gentle glow on the scene.

As he stood by Naruto's side, the echoes of Jiraiya's words resonated in his memory. "Three children, the bearers of hope, destined to bring peace to the world," he recalled, his mind retracing the prophetic tale. Natsu, Suki, and Mito-Minato and Kushina's children, entrusted with the promise of a brighter future.

However, a shadow lingered in the recesses of Hiruzen's thoughts-the haunting second part of the prophecy. "And one cursed child, who will dance amidst the world's destruction." The words echoed ominously, intertwining with the fragile strands of Naruto's fate.

Hiruzen's eyes fixated on Naruto, a question hanging in the air. Could Naruto be the cursed child foretold in the prophecy? The weight of such a revelation, should it prove true, bore the potential to reshape the course of their village and the world at large.

The room, bathed in the soft light of contemplation, became a canvas for Hiruzen's internal struggle. "Is Naruto the one destined to dance amidst the chaos?" he pondered, his gaze shifting between the sleeping boy and the memories of Jiraiya's revelations.

The room, bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon, witnessed the slow return of consciousness to Naruto. His eyes fluttered open, but instead of relief, he was greeted by an intense ache that seemed to radiate from his very core. The bandages around his head felt like a tight vice, threatening to squeeze the life out of him.

Hiruzen, immersed in his duties, noticed Naruto's awakening. Setting aside his clan-related paperwork, he approached Naruto with a calm demeanor. "How are you feeling, my boy?" he inquired, his voice a mix of concern and paternal care.

Naruto's eyes, filled with confusion and a lingering pain, scanned the room. His gaze fell upon the figure of the Third Hokage, and a defensive tension gripped him. "Where is this place? Where am I?" Naruto demanded, his voice edged with a raw urgency.

Hiruzen, recognizing the disorientation in Naruto's eyes, held up the vial of medication. "You should take this first," he advised, extending the small container toward Naruto. "It'll help with the pain."

Naruto's frustration escalated, and he snapped, "Where is this and who are you?" His tone carried an unexpected hostility, catching Hiruzen off guard.

Hiruzen maintained his composure. "Calm down, Naruto. You're home," he replied, attempting to soothe the escalating tension. "Take a deep breath. It'll help ease your situation."

Naruto's temper flared, and he couldn't restrain his irritation. "Can't you fucking understand? Where am I, you old motherfucker?" he spat out, grabbing his head as if trying to stave off the agony.

Hiruzen's eyes softened, recognizing the struggle in Naruto's words. "You're in Konoha, Naruto," he explained gently. "You're home. Now, take the medicine, calm down, and let it help you."

Hiruzen carefully held up the small vial of medicine, letting the soft light catch the liquid within. "This is for the pain, Naruto. Take it," he suggested, attempting to bridge the distance between them both physically and metaphorically.

Naruto's eyes narrowed skeptically as he eyed the offered bottle. Suspicion lingered in his gaze, an instinct born from a life of mistrust and abandonment. The room seemed to stretch between them, an unspoken chasm that mirrored the divide within Naruto's wary heart.

Hiruzen slid the bottle across the tatami mat floor towards Naruto, a gesture aimed at reinforcing the intent behind the offering. "It's not poison, Naruto. I'm here to help," he assured, his voice carrying a soothing tone that sought to dissolve the barriers that separated them.

The skeptical look remained etched on Naruto's face, but the relentless pain in his head, like a merciless drumbeat, spurred him into action. Without uttering a word, Naruto snatched the bottle from the floor, his movements fueled by the desperation to silence the pounding ache within.

As he raised the bottle to his lips, the tremor in his hands betrayed the vulnerability beneath the bravado. The liquid inside disappeared rapidly as Naruto drank, the medicine offering a glimmer of relief. However, the speed of his desperate consumption led to spills, drops of the precious solution staining the floor like droplets of lost hope.

Hiruzen watched in silence, understanding the silent battle being waged within Naruto. The room, now witness to the clash of healing and pain, bore the weight of a fragile trust being rekindled.

As the effects of the medicine began to soothe the relentless ache in Naruto's head, a subtle calm settled over the room. Yet, in its wake emerged a realization - Naruto found himself in the house of the Third Hokage. The gravity of the situation pressed upon him like a weight, and he became acutely aware of the need to address his actions.

In a hurried flurry of words, Naruto's voice, tinged with both nervousness and guilt, broke the silence. "I-I'm sorry, old man. I didn't mean to- I mean, I didn't know this was your place," he stammered, his words rushing out like a waterfall. The familiar defiance that usually characterized Naruto's speech wavered, replaced by a genuine sense of remorse.

Hiruzen observed Naruto's apology, the earnestness in his words resonating with the old leader. The apology, however hurried and laced with tension, signified a bridge being built between them.

"It's alright, Naruto," Hiruzen responded, his voice gentle and reassuring. "No harm done. Take a deep breath. You're safe here."

But as Hiruzen studied Naruto's face, he detected something more beneath the surface - a palpable tension, an anxiety that seemed to grip the young ninja. It wasn't just about the apology for intruding into the Hokage's residence; it ran deeper.

Naruto, still hyperventilating, couldn't shake off the fear of severe punishment. "I-I know I shouldn't have called you that. I mean, I didn't know it was your house, and I-"

Hiruzen interrupted gently, "Naruto, calm down. I'm not here to punish you. You're in my home, and I want you to feel safe." His voice carried a soothing undertone, an attempt to alleviate the anxiety that clung to Naruto.

Hiruzen carefully arranged several identical bottles of medication on the table, each containing the relief Naruto needed. "Naruto," he spoke with a measured tone, "you need to take these regularly. It will help manage the pain and stabilize your condition."

Naruto, still processing the earlier events, nodded in acknowledgment. Hiruzen motioned to his Anbu, giving a discreet order. "Take Naruto home and ensure he's comfortable," he instructed, his voice carrying a note of authority. The Anbu, silent shadows in the room, moved into action, their mission clear.

The journey back to Naruto's home was quiet, the Anbu maintaining a vigilant watch over him. As they approached the area where Naruto lived, the village's heartache became apparent. Dilapidated buildings and the harsh reality of neglect adorned the surroundings.

Naruto's small dwelling, nestled in the corner, bore the brunt of the villagers' disdain. As Naruto entered, he was greeted by a scene of destruction. His bed lay in splinters, remnants of hostility aimed at the place he called home. The sofa, a casualty of resentment, shared the same fate.

A surge of anger swelled within Naruto as he surveyed the wreckage. "Damn villagers," he muttered under his breath, frustration bubbling to the surface. With a deep breath, he tried to compose himself, suppressing the urge to lash out.

The broken pieces seemed to mock him, and in a moment of defiance, Naruto muttered, "Filthy bitches. Well, it's the floor then." Resigned to the reality he faced, he steeled himself for what came next.

However, a small relief awaited him. As he approached his sleeping area, he noticed the pillow lying undisturbed. "Thank you, God. At least my pillow's safe," he muttered, a sliver of gratitude cutting through the turmoil. Naruto decided to make do with what was salvageable, opting to sleep on the floor for the night.

In the dimly lit office within Hiruzen's residence, the air was thick with tension. As Naruto, disheartened and injured, trudged home, Hiruzen made his way to his office. Waiting there was Orochimaru, a high-ranking shinobi in the interrogation office. Hiruzen, with a heavy heart, asked, "What about the girl?"

Orochimaru casually tossed a bounty book onto the desk. "See for yourself," he replied, referring to Ayaka. The book revealed an entry for Ayaka, the *Sword Princess*, a 19-year-old banished Kumo shinobi turned bounty hunter.

Hiruzen scanned the entry, his expression growing more serious. "I thought she died," he confessed.

Orochimaru, with a sardonic smile, responded, "You thought." He continued, "I provided her with a drug to keep her alive, but the poison is too severe. She only has a few minutes left."

Hiruzen's brows furrowed in concern. "Why keep her alive if she's near death?"

Orochimaru leaned back, studying Hiruzen. "She was observed teaching the child," he explained. "Not an enemy, but I kept an eye on her. Now, her proximity to death might reveal something valuable."

As the weight of Ayaka's fate and the implications settled in, the room lingered in an uneasy silence, with the ticking clock echoing the urgency of the situation.

As Hiruzen entered the chamber where Ayaka lay, the flickering torches cast dancing shadows against the stone walls, giving the room an ancient, solemn ambiance. Ayaka's form was barely discernible beneath the swathes of bandages, a testament to the severity of her injuries.

The air was heavy with the scent of medicinal herbs and potions, reminiscent of apothecaries from bygone eras. Wooden shelves lined the walls, cluttered with vials and jars containing remedies concocted from herbs and roots, each labeled with meticulous calligraphy.

Ayaka lay upon a simple wooden bed, its frame weathered with age, draped with heavy linens embroidered with intricate patterns. Beside her, a crude wooden table held an assortment of archaic medical instruments-a mortar and pestle, bone saws, and bundles of dried herbs bundled in frayed cloth.

As Hiruzen approached, Ayaka's breaths came in shallow gasps, her once vibrant spirit now flickering like a fading flame. Her eyes, dulled with pain yet still retaining a spark of defiance, met his.

With trembling hands, Ayaka extended a pendant, its silver chain with a Dark purple Gem glinting faintly in the dim light.

"Take this," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the hushed whispers of the chamber.

Hiruzen accepted the pendant, its weight heavy with significance. He observed its intricate design, reminiscent of ancient craftsmanship, each curve and line telling a story of forgotten times.

With a last surge of strength, Ayaka spoke, her words barely a whisper. "Give this to the brat," she implored, her voice laced with urgency. "He deserves to know... deserves to understand..."

Hiruzen nodded solemnly, his heart heavy with the weight of her final request. As Ayaka's eyelids fluttered closed, her spirit departing from the mortal realm, Hiruzen bowed his head in reverence, honoring the memory of a soul lost to the cruel whims of fate.

In the silence that followed, the chamber bore witness to the passing of a warrior, her legacy carried forth by those who remained to remember her sacrifice.

In the hushed corridors of the Hokage's residence, Hiruzen approached Orochimaru, the pendant cradled in his hands, its ancient design catching the glimmer of candlelight. The atmosphere was laden with a sense of urgency, as Hiruzen knew there was more to this pendant than met the eye.

Hiruzen handed the pendant to Orochimaru, his eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and curiosity. "Take a close look at this, Orochimaru. I've seen this pendant before, during the chaos of the 3rd Ninja War. It holds significance, and I need you to unravel its secrets."

Orochimaru, ever the inquisitive mind, accepted the pendant with a raised eyebrow. "3rd Ninja War, you say? Interesting." He examined the intricate details, tracing the patterns etched into the aged metal with a discerning eye.

Hiruzen's voice carried a weight of responsibility as he instructed, "Find out everything you can about this pendant. Check if it's tied to any particular clan or if it holds historical importance. We need to understand its origins and why Ayaka entrusted it to us."

Orochimaru, intrigued by the mystery, acknowledged the task at hand. "Consider it done, Hiruzen. I'll dig into every piece of information available. There's more to this pendant than meets the eye, and I intend to unveil its secrets."

In the quietude of the night, Naruto lay on the cold floor, his dreams haunted by the echoes of Ayaka's death. His subconscious plunged him into a nightmare where he found himself running through shadows, desperately fleeing from an unseen terror. His footsteps echoed in the darkness, each one reverberating with the weight of fear.

As Naruto stumbled and fell, the nightmare twisted, and he began to crawl backward. A sinister shrine materialized before him, and at its center, a grotesque hand devoid of skin emerged, reaching out to grasp his face. A haunting voice echoed, "You let me die, Naruto."

From the shadows, the spectral form of Ichiro manifested, accusing eyes locked onto Naruto. "You're to blame, boy," Ichiro's voice reverberated with bitterness, blaming Naruto for his untimely demise.

In the eerie ambiance, Ayaka's voice cut through the darkness, a mixture of disappointment and sorrow. "You could have saved me, Naruto."

The hand tightened its grip on Naruto's face as he heard the disapproving whispers. The nightmare intensified, shrouding him in guilt and regret.

Suddenly, Naruto jolted awake, beads of sweat dotting his forehead. His chest heaved with rapid breaths, and he found himself hyperventilating. As he sat on the floor, the reality of Ayaka's death and the accusations in his dreams lingered.

With a shaky hand, Naruto patted his cheeks, urging himself to regain composure. "Calm down, son of a bitch," he muttered to himself, a mix of frustration and desperation in his voice. He took a deep breath, the cool air filling his lungs as he exhaled slowly. "Calm down," he repeated, the words a mantra to dispel the lingering shadows of the nightmare.

The soft glow of dawn filtered through the tattered curtains, casting a faint warmth into Naruto's small room. As he blinked away the remnants of his troubled sleep, his eyes surveyed the wreckage that surrounded him. The room, once a sanctuary of modest comfort, now lay in disarray, a testament to the turbulent events that had unfolded.

Sighing to himself, Naruto pushed himself up from the floor, the creaking of the wooden boards beneath him echoing the weariness in his bones. The aftermath of his restless night painted the room in a chaotic tableau - shattered remnants of furniture strewn haphazardly, scrolls and books scattered like fallen leaves, and the faint scent of medicinal herbs lingering in the air.

With a resigned expression, Naruto muttered to himself, "Let's fix this godforsaken room." He navigated through the debris, his movements a delicate dance amidst the wreckage. The morning light streamed through the cracks in the makeshift curtains, revealing the wear and tear that life had etched into the room's aging walls.

Naruto began the process of restoration, collecting scattered belongings with a careful touch. His hands moved with a practiced familiarity, the rhythm of the task providing a momentary respite from the weight of the world outside. The muted sounds of rearranging furniture and the occasional sigh blended with the soft chirping of awakening birds outside.

As Naruto worked, he couldn't help but reflect on the challenges that seemed to follow him like shadows. The room, a microcosm of his life, bore the scars of neglect and turmoil. Yet, amidst the chaos, there was a quiet determination in his eyes, a resolve to mend not just the physical disarray but the intangible fractures within.

The morning unfolded, and as Naruto continued his solitary endeavor, the room gradually transformed. Order emerged from chaos, and the scars of the night began to fade. The rising sun painted the room with a gentle warmth, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the remnants of a troubled past.

With the last piece set in place, Naruto surveyed the room, a mixture of exhaustion and accomplishment etched on his face. The healing had begun, not just for his battered surroundings, but perhaps for the wounds that lingered within him as well.

The room, now cleared of the remnants of the night's turmoil, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Naruto, determined to restore order, turned his attention to the furniture. As he approached the sofa, he noticed only one seat appeared to be intact, a strange anomaly in the aftermath of the chaos.

With a furrowed brow, Naruto mumbled to himself, "Well, at least this one looks fine." His intention was to sit down, seeking a brief respite from the ongoing repairs. However, as he lowered himself onto the seemingly stable seat, a sudden jolt disrupted his descent.

"Nani?" Naruto exclaimed in surprise, his head throbbing as he realized he had fallen straight through the cushion. A comical scene unfolded as he found himself lodged in the sofa, his legs comically sticking out from the hole.

Clutching his head, Naruto couldn't help but release a frustrated chuckle. "Of course, there's a Fucking hole!" He called out to the invisible culprits responsible for the state of his room, his voice echoing with a mix of irritation and humor. "Filthy motherfuckers! My back hurts, you know!"

In the quiet hours of the morning, Naruto's room, now tidied to some extent, bore the scars of its recent upheaval. The door, left ajar, invited the soft glow of dawn to cast a gentle light on the room's worn furnishings. Hiruzen's care had brought a semblance of order, and a purple-haired ANBU, with a quiet vigilance, took notice of Naruto's efforts.

As she approached the room, the ANBU observed Naruto engrossed in his routine, bandaging his wounds with a self-reliance that spoke volumes. The door, unintentionally left open, allowed her a glimpse into the solitude that defined Naruto's world.

Pushing the door open with a whisper, the ANBU entered the room. "Naruto," she called out, her voice a soft cadence that cut through the morning silence. Naruto, caught off guard, looked up to see the ANBU standing in the doorway.

She stepped closer, her eyes scanning the room, taking in the remnants of the night's chaos. "Looks like someone had a field day in here," she remarked, her tone a mix of concern and acknowledgment.

Naruto, meeting her gaze, offered a wry smile. "Yeah, they sure know how to party."

The ANBU approached, her presence a calm reassurance in the midst of disorder. "Hiruzen Sama sent me to make sure you take your medicine," she said, producing a vial with precision. "Let's not give him a reason to lecture you, huh?"

Naruto chuckled, recognizing the unspoken care in her words. As she handed him the medicine, he noticed her scrutinizing the damage to his room. "Thanks," he said, taking the vial. "They really did a number on the place."

She nodded, her gaze lingering on Naruto's face. "It's not just about the room, is it?" she remarked, a hint of understanding in her eyes.

Naruto's expression wavered, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. "It's never just about the room," he replied, his voice carrying the echoes of a myriad of untold stories.

As Yūgao Uzuki, the purple-haired ANBU, extended her help to Naruto in restoring order to his ravaged room, she introduced herself with a nod of acknowledgment. "Yūgao Uzuki," she said simply, her voice carrying the weight of experience and empathy.

Naruto, grateful for her assistance, offered a weary smile. "Thanks, Yūgao. I could definitely use a hand with this mess."

Together, they worked in silence, the only sounds the soft rustle of debris and the occasional creak of floorboards. As they gathered the remnants of shattered furniture and scattered belongings, Yūgao's presence brought a sense of camaraderie to the task at hand.

With the last of the debris collected, Yūgao gestured towards the door. "I'll take care of the rest," she assured Naruto. "Why don't you go throw those things in the bin outside?"

Naruto nodded, a sense of purpose guiding his steps as he descended the stairs. The morning air greeted him, cool and crisp, as he made his way to the wooden bin that stood sentinel outside his home. Its weathered exterior bore the scars of countless discarded items, a silent witness to the ebb and flow of village life.

With a determined stride, Naruto approached the bin, its yawning mouth ready to devour the remnants of his shattered belongings. As he deposited the broken pieces into its depths, a sense of closure washed over him. The act of letting go, of releasing the physical remnants of the past, felt strangely liberating.

As Naruto stood before the wooden bin, preparing to discard the final item - a lone glass bottle - a peculiar sight caught his attention. A group of villagers, their faces flushed and reeking of alcohol, stumbled in his direction. The morning sun had barely touched the sky, yet here they were, already intoxicated.

Naruto couldn't help but shake his head, muttering to himself, "Who the hell drinks at 6:45 in the morning?"

The group drew closer, and among them was Hiroshi, a man with a sinister smirk that Naruto remembered from the past. Hiroshi's eyes met Naruto's, recognition flickering in the haze of alcohol-induced stupor.

"Haha, look who it is!" Hiroshi slurred, raising his bottle in a mock salute. "Celebrating, my friend! Just celebrating!"

Naruto narrowed his eyes, the tension in the air palpable. "Celebrating what, you asshole?" he retorted, suspicion and irritation lacing his words.

Hiroshi, emboldened by the liquid courage coursing through his veins, sneered. "Celebrating the fact that we got rid of that old man's eyesore of a house! Good riddance!"

The villagers, sharing Hiroshi's sentiment, voiced their agreement with a series of haphazard cheers. Naruto's fists clenched at his sides, his gaze locking onto Hiroshi. "You destroyed his house, and now you're celebrating? You're a bunch of heartless bastards."

Before Naruto could react, a sudden blow to the back of his head came from one of the drunken villagers. He could have dodged it, but the force of the impact caused his forehead to crash into the rim of the bin. The glass bottle he held shattered upon contact, its remnants scattering around him.

Hiroshi laughed maliciously. "Look, everyone! The Death Monster can't even defend himself!"

In the charged atmosphere, fueled by the villagers' drunken aggression and Naruto's simmering anger, the air crackled with tension. With a swift and determined motion, Naruto's hand closed around the remaining glass bottle near him, the cool surface contrasting sharply with the heat of the moment.

His eyes, ablaze with fury, locked onto Hiroshi, the man who played a part in destroying the old man's home and now reveled in the celebration of its demise. With a guttural growl, Naruto unleashed his pent-up rage, slamming the glass bottle with brutal force at Hiroshi's head.

The impact was swift and merciless. The glass shattered upon contact, leaving a trail of crystalline shards as Hiroshi crumpled to the ground, blood staining the scene. Naruto, fueled by an unrelenting anger, was a tempest of vengeance.

Seizing the lid of the wooden bin, Naruto raised it high, the metallic clang echoing through the air. With each forceful strike, the lid connected with Hiroshi's head, the brutal rhythm punctuating the grim retribution unfolding.

Naruto's actions were driven by a raw, primal need for justice, a violent catharsis for the pain inflicted upon him and the memory of the old man who had cared for him. The lid rose and fell with relentless determination, a symphony of destruction that mirrored the shattered remnants of the glass bottle.

As the lid fell for the last time, the air hung heavy with the aftermath of a storm. Naruto, panting and covered in a veneer of sweat, stood over the lifeless body of Hiroshi. The dawn, indifferent to the turmoil below, painted the scene with hues of orange and pink.

Yūgao, the purple-haired ANBU, had been patrolling the village when the commotion reached her keen senses. The distant sounds of a scuffle and raised voices drew her attention. With a swift and silent approach, she reached the scene, only to witness the chaotic aftermath of Naruto's retaliation against Hiroshi.

Her eyes widened as she recognized the gravity of the situation. "Hiruzen-sama predicted this," Yūgao muttered to herself, the realization settling like a heavy burden on her shoulders. She rushed towards Naruto, urgency etched on her face.

"Naruto!" she called out, her voice cutting through the turmoil. Yūgao reached Naruto just as he raised the lid for another strike. In an attempt to restrain him, she gripped his hand, but to her surprise, Naruto's strength proved formidable.

Caught off guard, Yūgao found herself struggling against Naruto's unyielding resistance. His eyes, a maelstrom of anger and pain, locked onto her with an intensity that gave her pause. "Naruto, calm down!" she urged, her voice firm but tinged with concern.

Yet, Naruto, driven by a potent cocktail of emotions, refused to relent. Yūgao, realizing the severity of the situation, knew she had to act decisively. With a swift and precise motion, she struck Naruto's pressure point, intending to incapacitate him temporarily.

As Naruto slumped to the ground, unconscious, Yūgao caught her breath.

Yūgao, her expression a mask of determination, swiftly called upon a few ANBU operatives who worked under her command. With a commanding voice, she issued her orders, her words crisp and unwavering.

"Secure the area," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for dissent. "Clean up this mess and leave no evidence behind. We can't afford any traces linking back to this incident."

The ANBU operatives, trained to respond with efficiency and discretion, nodded in silent acknowledgment of their orders. With practiced precision, they set to work, their movements swift and methodical.

Under Yūgao's watchful gaze, the scene transformed. Debris was collected, bloodstains were scrubbed clean, and the remnants of the confrontation were meticulously erased. Each action was executed with a meticulous attention to detail, ensuring that no trace of the violent altercation remained.

As the cleanup operation unfolded, Yūgao's focus remained unwavering. Her mind raced with the weight of responsibility, each decision made with the understanding of the delicate balance that governed the village's peace.

With the last remnants of evidence disposed of, Yūgao surveyed the scene one final time. Satisfied that the cleanup was thorough, she nodded to her team, her expression one of grim resolve.

"Leave no stone unturned," she instructed, her voice a solemn reminder of their duty. "We must ensure that the village remains untouched by the shadows that lurk in its midst."

The ANBU operatives, embodying the ethos of secrecy and service, nodded in agreement. With practiced efficiency, they melted into the shadows, leaving behind a scene devoid of the chaos that had once reigned.

As Yūgao arrived at Hiruzen's house, the weight of an unconscious Naruto cradled in her arms, the elderly Hokage's eyes furrowed with concern. "What happened?" he questioned, his voice tinged with worry.

Yūgao took a deep breath before responding, "The villagers were abusing Naruto again, but this time..." She paused, choosing her words carefully, a somber expression darkening her features.

Hiruzen's gaze intensified. "This time what?"

Yūgao hesitated, grappling with the gravity of the situation. "This time, Naruto fought back," she explained, her tone carrying a weight of both understanding and unease. "He was attacked by a villager, and things escalated."

Hiruzen's eyes narrowed, a mixture of concern and contemplation on his aged face. "What did Naruto do?"

Yūgao recounted the events, detailing how Naruto retaliated against the villager's assault, his actions driven by a faceless rage born of mistreatment. The Hokage listened in silence, his face an unreadable mask.

When Yūgao finished her account, Hiruzen sighed deeply. "Any witnesses?"

Yūgao shook her head. "No. It happened in a secluded spot. No one else saw."

Hiruzen's expression hardened as he absorbed the gravity of the situation. "Yūgao, we cannot let incidents like this tarnish Naruto's reputation any further. The village already looks at him with suspicion. We need to find a way to protect him."

Nodding in agreement, Yūgao responded, "I understand, Hiruzen-sama. We must be cautious with how we handle this."

Hiruzen met her gaze with a resolute determination. "Do not speak of this incident. We must shield Naruto from unnecessary scrutiny. Our responsibility is to guide and protect him. Now, let us find a way to navigate these treacherous waters and ensure Naruto's future remains untarnished."

Yūgao's gaze held a persistent inquiry as she faced Hiruzen. "Hokage-sama, I have a question," she began, her voice laced with a careful curiosity.

Hiruzen, sensing the weight of her inquiry, sighed before nodding. "Ask away, Yūgao."

"Why does Naruto look so much like Minato-sama and the younger siblings, Natsu, Mito, and Suki?" she questioned, the curiosity in her eyes mirrored by the furrow in her brow.

Hiruzen, who had long guarded the secret, knew it was time to share the truth. "This should remain between me and you, Neko," he said, using Yūgao's code name. His tone, now serious, conveyed the gravity of the revelation he was about to make.

"Naruto is Minato-sama's son. He is the elder brother of Natsu, Mito, and Suki," Hiruzen explained, the weight of the words hanging in the air. "Minato-sama and Kushina-sama had to lie about Naruto's parentage to protect him. It's a secret that needs to be kept for Naruto's safety."

Yūgao's eyes widened in realization, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. "Minato-sama's son?" she whispered, the revelation echoing in her mind.

Hiruzen nodded solemnly. "Yes. Naruto is Minato-sama's son, and he deserves a chance at a life free from the shadows of his past. We must protect that truth at all costs."

Three months had elapsed since the tumultuous incident that left Naruto unconscious in Yūgao's arms. In the quiet moments of reflection, Hiruzen, the aging Hokage, found himself seated in his office, memories of the past swirling like a tempest in his mind.

The revelation about Naruto's true lineage, shared with Yūgao in confidence, had set a series of events in motion. Hiruzen, burdened by the weight of secrets, contemplated the implications of each decision made in the name of protecting the village and its enigmatic jinchuriki.

As he delved into the recesses of his memory, a particular day surfaced—the day he took Naruto for a walk through the village. The air was thick with tension as whispers of a dead member of the Civilian Council, linked to the "demon child," echoed through the cobblestone streets.

Naruto, oblivious to the murmurs that danced on the edges of perception, walked beside Hiruzen. The villagers, their voices hushed in the presence of the retired Third Hokage, exchanged furtive glances and muted speculations.

One brave soul dared to voice their thoughts, "Did you hear? One of the Council members is dead. Must be the demon child's doing."

Yet, despite the accusatory whispers, no one dared to act. The presence of the retired Hokage beside Naruto served as a silent deterrent, a shield against the recklessness that the village had once shown towards its jinchuriki.

Hiruzen, his gaze focused on the path ahead, couldn't ignore the dissonance between the village's silent accusations and the newfound protective vigilance that seemed to emanate from his mere presence. The conflicting currents of suspicion and restraint marked a subtle shift in the village's perception.

As the walk continued, Naruto, unaware of the turmoil brewing beneath the surface, looked up at Hiruzen with innocent curiosity. "Jiji, why do people look at me like that?"

Hiruzen, his expression a mix of sadness and resolve, ruffled Naruto's hair gently. "They fear what they don't understand, Naruto. But you have people who will protect you, always."

In the heart of the village, hidden amidst the labyrinthine streets, Hiruzen led Naruto to his new apartment. The aged building bore the weight of years, its façade weathered by the passage of time. As they ascended the narrow stairwell, the creaking echoes of each step resonated in the silence that enveloped them.

Arriving at the designated apartment, Hiruzen unlocked the door, revealing a space that straddled the line between humble abode and dilapidated relic. The worn wooden floors and faded wallpaper hinted at a history veiled in nostalgia, while the muted light filtering through the dusty window accentuated the simplicity of the place.

"This is your new home, Naruto," Hiruzen said, his voice carrying a mix of reassurance and acknowledgment. "It may not be grand, but it's yours."

Naruto surveyed the apartment with a critical eye, taking in the sparse furnishings and the basic amenities that adorned the space. The futon, neatly placed near the window, awaited him for moments of rest. A narrow corridor led to a compact washroom, and a small space provided just enough room for clothing storage. At the far end, a modest kitchen hinted at the potential for self-sufficiency.

As Hiruzen left Naruto to settle in, he muttered to himself, "It's not perfect, but it's a start. Naruto needs a place where he can find his footing, away from prying eyes."

The apartment, though showing signs of wear, bore the potential for transformation. Naruto, however, had his reservations. Looking around, he sighed, muttering to himself, "I've got a lot of work to do here. I can't live in a place like this."

Despite its aged appearance, the apartment did boast new equipment, a testament to Hiruzen's attempt to provide the essentials for a fresh start. The bathroom, although not pristine, fell within the bounds of functionality. Yet, the kitchen lacked utensils, a deficiency that Hiruzen promised to rectify promptly.

Naruto, not one to settle for mediocrity, resolved to turn this humble space into something more. The determination in his eyes echoed a silent vow to reshape not just the apartment but also his own destiny.

As Hiruzen pondered the tumultuous events that had unfolded in the past three months, a heavy sense of dismay settled upon his shoulders. Despite his efforts to provide Naruto with a safe haven, the villagers' prejudice and hostility persisted, festering like a wound that refused to heal.

"Despite all we've done..." Hiruzen's voice trailed off, his thoughts consumed by the relentless onslaught against Naruto's newfound sanctuary. The attacks, fueled by fear and ignorance, had escalated, each one a testament to the village's unwillingness to accept Naruto for who he was.

The latest incident weighed heavily on Hiruzen's mind. Naruto, pushed to his limits, had finally retaliated against his assailants. The repercussions were dire – the villagers' animosity towards Naruto had deepened, and the once vibrant spirit of the young boy had begun to wane.

"Naruto..." Hiruzen murmured, a tinge of sadness coloring his voice. The transformation in Naruto's demeanor was undeniable. Where once there had been hope and resilience, now there lingered a palpable sense of distrust and disillusionment.

Naruto's growing aversion towards the village and its inhabitants troubled Hiruzen deeply. The bond of trust that once united the village's residents had frayed, replaced by a pervasive sense of isolation and betrayal.

Out of the fifty-six attacks launched against Naruto's home, twelve had resulted in grave injuries inflicted by Naruto himself. The toll of each confrontation, etched in scars both physical and emotional, served as a grim reminder of the fractured relationship between Naruto and the village that had once been his home.

As Hiruzen grappled with the implications of Naruto's actions, he knew that drastic measures were needed to restore balance to the fragile equilibrium that hung in the balance.

Hiruzen, burdened by the weight of Naruto's deteriorating condition, strode purposefully into the office of the village's esteemed doctor, Dr. Takeshi Yamamoto. The room, adorned with charts and medical equipment, exuded an air of professional gravity.

"Dr. Yamamoto," Hiruzen began, his expression grave, "I need an update on Naruto's condition. We can't afford any more setbacks."

The doctor, known for his straightforward demeanor, looked up from his paperwork and assessed the Hokage with a discerning gaze. "Hiruzen, are we going to keep this formal?" he inquired, a touch of irony in his tone.

Hiruzen, sensing the gravity of the situation, nodded. "Formal it is, Dr. Yamamoto."

The doctor took a deep breath before delivering the unsettling news. "What the hell are the Hokage doing, Hiruzen?" he exclaimed, a rare moment of frustration crossing his typically composed demeanor. "The kid is suffering, and I don't see any progress. Last time I checked, three nerves were damaged, and now, on the latest examination, the fourth nerve is gone. It's a mess in there, and I thank the heavens that the kid hasn't lost his sanity yet."

Hiruzen, his expression darkening, absorbed the harsh reality of Naruto's deteriorating state. The doctor's words painted a grim picture of the profound impact the head injury had wrought upon Naruto's delicate neural framework.

"What options do we have, Dr. Yamamoto?" Hiruzen inquired, a note of urgency in his voice.

The doctor, though a seasoned professional, couldn't hide the frustration etched on his face. "We're running out of options. We can continue with the current treatments, but the damage is extensive. Naruto's resilience is commendable, but we're on a thin line here, Hiruzen. If we don't find a solution soon, the consequences could be irreversible."

As the gravity of Naruto's condition hung heavy in the air, Hiruzen faced the stark reality that time was not on their side. The shadow of uncertainty loomed, and the quest for a solution became more urgent than ever.

Hiruzen, the weight of Naruto's deteriorating condition heavy on his shoulders, pressed the doctor for any possible avenues of intervention. "Is there anything we can do, Dr. Yamamoto? Anything at all?"

The doctor, not one to mince words, fixed Hiruzen with a solemn gaze. "First things first, get a Yamanaka in here," he declared, the urgency in his tone cutting through the air. "We need to check his mental condition. I don't want to say it directly, but we need to make sure he's not turning into something we can't control."

Hiruzen, though prepared for the worst, felt the gravity of the doctor's words like a punch to the gut. The notion that Naruto's mind might be unraveling into something uncontrollable sent a shiver down his spine.

The doctor, realizing the sensitivity of the situation, leaned in, his voice dropping to a hushed tone. "I'll tell one of your Anbu to discreetly observe Naruto. We can't risk spreading panic or making this public. Keep this under wraps, Hiruzen."

To maintain the confidentiality of Naruto's condition, Hiruzen acknowledged the necessity of secrecy. "I appreciate your discretion, Dr. Yamamoto. I'll ensure this is handled with the utmost care."

As the doctor departed, Hiruzen found himself alone with his thoughts. The gravity of the situation demanded swift and decisive action. While contemplating the doctor's suggestion, he couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps a Yamanaka's insight could shed light on the enigma of Naruto's mind.

"I was thinking the same thing," Hiruzen muttered to himself, his mind already formulating plans. "But thank you for your suggestion. We'll get to the bottom of this and find a way to help Naruto." The path ahead remained uncertain, but Hiruzen, determined as ever, steeled himself for the challenges that lay ahead in Naruto's fragile journey.

In the secluded room, bathed in dim light, Naruto sat alone with a glass of water in hand. The air felt heavy with the unspoken weight of his troubled past. The walls, made of bamboo, shielded him from the outside world, and for a moment, he gazed at the glass, lost in his own thoughts.

Outside the bamboo walls, Hiruzen stood, a stoic figure overseeing the unfolding events. His weathered face betrayed a mix of concern and regret as he contemplated the delicate situation at hand. He motioned for an Anbu operative, a member of the Yamanaka clan named Yori, to approach him discreetly.

As Yori stepped forward, Hiruzen conveyed his instructions in hushed tones. "Yori, we need to assess Naruto's mental condition. Keep up the facade of a regular check-up, but delve deeper. We're concerned about the possibility of him turning into a psychopath. Observe him closely, and report back."

Yori nodded, his expression hidden beneath the Anbu mask. His eyes conveyed a sense of understanding as he prepared to enter the room. The bamboo door creaked open, revealing a makeshift doctor's guise. Yori took a moment to compose himself, adjusting the invisible line between his Anbu duty and his covert examination.

Inside the room, Naruto remained unaware of the unfolding surveillance. The atmosphere held a sense of anticipation, as if the very walls were privy to the secrets yet to be uncovered. The glass of water on the table stood as a silent witness to the unspoken turmoil within Naruto's mind.

As Yori transformed into the role of a doctor, Hiruzen cautioned him with a final directive. "Be cautious, Yori. Naruto is sharp, and we don't want to escalate his already fragile state. Just gather information discreetly, and let me know if there's anything we can do to help him."

As Yori quietly entered the room, he offered Naruto a warm smile, attempting to ease the tension that hung in the air like a heavy fog. "Hey there, Naruto," he greeted, his voice gentle and friendly.

Naruto's gaze met Yori's, his eyes betraying a mixture of curiosity and guardedness. He remained silent, his thoughts swirling with suspicion and uncertainty.

Undeterred by Naruto's reticence, Yori extended a small tray of sweets towards him. "I brought some treats. Care for one?" he offered, his tone laced with genuine concern.

Naruto shook his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "I don't like sweets," he replied curtly, his voice tinged with a hint of defiance.

Behind the facade of geniality, Yori's Anbu-trained mind processed Naruto's response with practiced precision. *Well, I've got my work cut out for me,* he thought, his focus unwavering.

Taking a seat across from Naruto, Yori adopted a relaxed posture, seeking to foster an atmosphere of trust and openness. "Alright then, no sweets," he remarked casually, his tone light-hearted yet purposeful. "Let's have a chat, you and me. How's life treating you, Naruto?"

Naruto's gaze remained fixed on Yori, his demeanor guarded yet curious. He sensed the weight of the conversation looming over them, an unspoken acknowledgment of the complexities of his tumultuous existence.

As Yori engaged in casual conversation with Naruto, attempting to bridge the gap between them, the room echoed with a series of brief exchanges.

Yori: "So, Naruto, do you have any favorite hobbies?"

Naruto: *shrugs* "Not really."

Yori: "Hmm, fair enough. I heard you're pretty skilled with wind techniques. Must be exciting."

Naruto: *nods* "Yeah, it's okay."

Yori: "You know, we're having a festival soon. Any plans to join in the festivities?"

Naruto: *nonchalant* "Not interested."

Yori persisted, determined to break through Naruto's guarded exterior. "Naruto, you seem like someone who's been through a lot. Don't you think it's important to open up to people, maybe make a friend or two?"

Naruto met Yori's gaze, his eyes revealing a history of pain. "No," he replied bluntly.

Undeterred, Yori pressed on with a friendly demeanor. "Come on, Naruto. We're talking, getting to know each other. Don't you trust me? We could be friends."

Naruto gave Yori a piercing look, his silence speaking volumes. After a few moments, he finally broke his stoic demeanor. "No," he said again, his voice firm.

Yori, sensing the resistance, continued with sincerity. "Why not, Naruto? I'm just trying to understand. Friends can support each other."

Naruto's response was direct, revealing the underlying pain in his words. "We're not friends. It's better if you don't become my friend."

Yori, facing the abrupt rejection, asked with genuine concern, "Why, Naruto? What's holding you back?"

In the dimly lit room, Naruto's gaze remained fixed on Yori, his eyes holding a hint of weariness. As the weight of Yori's question lingered in the air, Naruto took a deep breath before breaking the silence.

Naruto: "Take it as advice, Doctor. I'm not one to give it often. If you try to become my friend, you'll only face misfortune from this village."

The words hung in the air, carrying the weight of Naruto's past experiences. Yori, sitting across from him, absorbed the gravity of the statement. The room seemed to tighten, the unspoken truth resonating between them.

Naruto continued, his tone carrying a mixture of resignation and bitter reality. "They don't like me much around here. It's better if you keep your distance. I bring trouble."

Yori, however, refused to dismiss Naruto's words lightly. "Naruto, people can change. Maybe you just need someone who sees beyond the rumors."

Naruto's response was tinged with a bitter laugh, a sound that echoed the harshness of his reality. "In this village, it's not that easy. They've made up their minds about me. Trust me, Doctor, it's for your own good." His eyes held a haunted look, a glimpse into the loneliness and isolation he had grown accustomed to.

As the conversation took a serious turn, Yori's voice carried a weight of concern, his demeanor shifting to one of focused inquiry. "Well, let's leave this topic for now. I have one question for you, Naruto."

Naruto, ever watchful, raised an eyebrow in response. "What do you want?" he asked, his tone guarded yet curious.

Yori's voice took on a somber tone as he delved into the heart of the matter. "I heard about a guy named Hiroshi. You killed him, Naruto. Why such a brutal death?"

Naruto's expression remained stoic, his gaze unwavering as he met Yori's probing eyes. "He got what he deserved," he replied evenly, his voice devoid of remorse.

Yori's concern deepened, his voice tinged with urgency. "Don't you believe in justice, Naruto? Wasn't there another way?"

Naruto's response was sharp, laced with the bitterness of his experiences. "In this village, justice is a joke," he retorted bitterly. "He got what he deserved, and if anyone wants a piece of me, they'll have to fight me for it. And trust me, I don't like to show mercy."

The words hung in the air, a testament to Naruto's resolve and the harsh realities of the world he inhabited. Yori, grappling with the gravity of Naruto's words, couldn't help but feel the weight of the darkness that surrounded them both.

As Yori probed further into the shadows of Naruto's past, he cautiously broached a sensitive subject. "I've got one more question, Naruto. Did you enjoy the time when you were killing that guy?"

Naruto shot Yori a piercing look, his eyes reflecting a mix of incredulity and frustration. "Doctor, what the fuck do you think I am, a crazy maniac who loves blood?" he retorted sharply, his voice carrying a raw edge.

In the Hidden Sand village, a sudden chill ran down Gaara's spine, causing him to sneeze. Gaara muttered, "Looks like someone was talking about me. I'll give his blood to Mother." It was a remnant of the time when Gaara was consumed by the influence of Shukaku, the One-Tail.

Back in the room, Yori met Naruto's gaze with a serious expression, recognizing the need for delicacy in his probing inquiries.

Naruto sighed, his tone carrying a hint of reluctant admission. "No, I didn't like it. But I got so angry at the time, and it feels like a different personality took over me. The rest, you know."

Hiroshi, seemingly undeterred, pressed on, his tone measured. "Did you enjoy the moment when you did what you did?"

Naruto's frustration mounted, and he shot back with intensified vehemence. "Are you fucking deaf? Didn't you hear what I said? I don't know myself what the fuck I was doing." The room echoed with the weight of Naruto's internal struggle, leaving both of them in a tense silence that hung heavy with the unspoken complexities of Naruto's psyche.

Yori, sensing the need for a change in the atmosphere, reached into the folds of his cloak and withdrew two scrolls. "Naruto, I have something for you. One is from Hiruzen, and the other is from me," he offered, extending the scrolls toward Naruto.

Naruto glanced at the scrolls but made no move to take them. His guarded demeanor remained intact, a silent testament to the walls he had erected around himself.

Undeterred, Yori placed the scrolls gently on the table before Naruto. "Take your time with them. They might hold something valuable for you," he suggested, his voice carrying a subtle note of encouragement.

Naruto's eyes briefly flickered towards the scrolls, but he refrained from reaching for them. The room held a palpable tension, a reflection of the complexities woven into Naruto's existence.

Yori, interpreting Naruto's hesitation, decided to give him space. "I'll step outside for a moment. When you're ready, feel free to take a look," he said, his tone carrying a hint of understanding.

Leaving the scrolls on the table, Yori exited the room, leaving Naruto to grapple with the unspoken contents within the scrolls and the intricacies of his own turbulent emotions. The door closed with a soft click, leaving the room enveloped in a contemplative silence.

As Yori emerged from the room, he found Hiruzen waiting just outside, his presence commanding the space with a sense of authority and concern. Without a word, Yori shed the facade of the doctor's coat, revealing the Anbu attire underneath, a symbol of his dual roles within the village.

Hiruzen regarded Yori with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. "Tell me the situation, Yori," he requested, his voice steady yet tinged with an undercurrent of urgency.

Yori's expression remained unreadable behind the mask as he relayed the news to his superior. "Hokage-sama, I have both good news and bad news," he began, his tone measured and deliberate, betraying the weight of the information he carried.

Hiruzen's weathered face registered a flicker of relief as Yori began with the good news. "Good news, Hokage-sama. Naruto is not the psychopath that Doctor Yamamoto made him out to be," Yori reported, his voice carrying a hint of reassurance.

Hiruzen's eyes softened with relief, and a small, grateful smile played on his lips. "That is indeed a relief to hear. Tell me more about it, Yori," he urged, eager to understand the intricacies of Naruto's mental state.

Yori's gaze remained steady as he continued, "The good news is tempered by the fact that Naruto has developed a second personality." The weight of the revelation hung in the air, and Hiruzen's expression shifted from relief to concern. The room seemed to tighten with the gravity of the situation unfolding.

Hiruzen's brow furrowed in concern as Yori mentioned the concept of a split personality disorder. "Like split personality disorder?" he inquired, his voice tinged with worry.

Yori shook his head slowly, his expression serious. "No, Hokage-sama. Split personality disorder, or dissociative identity disorder, involves the existence of multiple distinct personalities within an individual," he explained calmly, his tone measured as he delved into the nuances of the condition.

He continued, "But what Naruto has done is something entirely different. What he has done is create a personality to save himself." Yori's words hung in the air, a testament to the depth of Naruto's internal struggle and the lengths to which he had gone to protect himself in a hostile world.

Hiruzen listened intently, his mind grappling with the complexities of Naruto's situation. The revelation left him feeling both puzzled and concerned, a reflection of the daunting task that lay ahead in understanding and aiding Naruto through his inner turmoil.

Hiruzen's confusion lingered, evident in the furrowed lines on his forehead as he sought to comprehend the unique nature of Naruto's struggles. Yori, recognizing the need for clarity, offered an example to illustrate the concept.

"Think of it like this, Hokage-sama," Yori began, adopting a more explanatory tone. "Imagine someone faced with constant adversity, someone who endures rejection and isolation. In response to that, they create a separate persona, a shield, to face the world. This persona is not a disorder; it's a coping mechanism."

Hiruzen's eyes narrowed slightly as he absorbed Yori's explanation, the analogy shedding light on the intricacies of Naruto's situation. The room held a weighty silence, punctuated only by the hum of contemplation as both men grappled with the complexities of Naruto's internal battle.

Yori, watching Hiruzen closely, continued, "Naruto created this persona not out of disorder but as a survival strategy. It's a response to the adversity he faced, a way to navigate a world that has been unkind to him."

Hiruzen nodded slowly, the pieces starting to fall into place. The analogy provided a clearer picture of Naruto's struggle, yet the gravity of the situation left an indelible mark on the Hokage's thoughts.

In the dimly lit room, Yori stood before Hiruzen, recounting the events of his meeting with Naruto. His words held a weight that mirrored the gravity of the situation.

"Take a look, Hokage-sama," Yori began, a tone of concern lacing his voice. "In that meeting, Naruto declined the sweet I offered him. He doesn't trust me at all." The air seemed to thicken with the tension of Naruto's guardedness.

Yori continued, "He didn't tell me much about himself, keeping his cards close to his chest. There's a reluctance to open up, a sense of isolation he's grown accustomed to."

Hiruzen's expression grew somber as he absorbed Yori's observations, the complexities of Naruto's character unfolding before him.

"Furthermore," Yori pressed on, "he showed aggression in his words towards the village. He made it clear that he won't show mercy on anyone who messes with him. It's a defensive stance, a response to the years of rejection he's faced."

Hiruzen nodded thoughtfully, recognizing the significance of Naruto's defensive posture.

As Yori reached into the folds of his cloak, he retrieved two scrolls and presented them to Hiruzen. "Did you see the scrolls?" he asked. Hiruzen nodded again, acknowledging that he had.

"Both are empty," Yori disclosed, his gaze steady. "I gave him those scrolls as a test, one from you and one from me. I wanted to see which one he'd pick up."

Hiruzen's brows furrowed in contemplation as Yori continued, "And he chose the one he believed was from you."

As they looked through the bamboo wall, a subtle tension filled the air. Naruto, seemingly aware of their scrutiny, approached the scrolls. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze shifting between the two, and then decisively took the scroll that was implied to be given by Hiruzen.

The room fell into a profound silence, the weight of Naruto's choices echoing within the walls, leaving both Yori and Hiruzen to grapple with the intricate puzzle that was Naruto's existence.

Hiruzen's brow furrowed with concern as he considered Yori's assessment of Naruto's situation. "Is there anything we can do to help Naruto?" he inquired, his voice weighted with a sense of responsibility.

Yori pondered for a moment before responding, his tone thoughtful yet resolute. "The best course of action, Hokage-sama, is to provide Naruto with a singular focus, something to distract him from the village's negligence," he suggested, his words carrying a sense of urgency.

Hiruzen nodded thoughtfully, recognizing the wisdom in Yori's advice. "I see," he murmured, contemplating the implications of such a strategy. "While I can't change the past, I can work to strengthen Naruto's connections to the village, so he won't feel the need to leave in the future."

Yori regarded Hiruzen with a sense of understanding, acknowledging the complexities of the situation. "Indeed, forging stronger bonds with the village may be key to Naruto's sense of belonging," he agreed, his voice resonating with a shared commitment to Naruto's well-being.

As they continued their discussion, the weight of Naruto's plight hung heavy in the air, a reminder of the challenges that lay ahead in restoring his trust and sense of belonging within the village.

Hiruzen entered the room, his presence commanding attention. Naruto, seated quietly, looked up as he saw the Hokage enter. Without hesitation, he voiced his frustration, "Where is that fucking doctor?" Naruto's words carried a mix of irritation and distrust, a reflection of the rocky start to their interactions.

Ignoring Naruto's outburst, Hiruzen maintained his composed demeanor. "I have an offer for you, Naruto-chan," he stated calmly, his focus unwavering. The room seemed to tighten with the unspoken tension between them, as Hiruzen poised himself to address the troubled young ninja.

The air in the room felt heavy with the weight of unspoken words as Hiruzen Sarutobi, the retired Hokage, sat opposite Naruto, his expression grave yet composed. "I have an offer for you, Naruto-chan," he began, his voice steady despite the underlying tension.

Naruto's gaze narrowed slightly at the mention of an offer, suspicion flickering in his eyes. He remained silent, waiting for Hiruzen to continue.

"I understand that you harbor deep resentment towards the village," Hiruzen continued, his tone empathetic yet firm. "But I believe there is still hope for reconciliation."

Naruto scoffed softly, a bitter edge to his voice. "Reconciliation? Do I look like a dog to you, old man? To stay loyal to a village that has treated me like garbage since the day I was born?"

Hiruzen's expression remained unchanged, his resolve unshaken. "I'm not asking you to blindly pledge allegiance, Naruto," he said evenly. "But I do ask that you consider staying within the village's borders. There are those who wish to see you protected, despite their past mistakes."

Naruto's fists clenched at his sides, his frustration palpable. "I hate this village," he spat out, his words laced with venom.

Hiruzen sighed softly, his gaze unwavering. "I understand your feelings, Naruto. But hear me out. I have one last proposition for you."

Naruto reluctantly met Hiruzen's gaze, curiosity mingling with his anger.

"I want you to stay in the village," Hiruzen stated plainly, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "And in return, I will personally oversee your training. You will become my personal shinobi, under my direct supervision."

Naruto's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected offer, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. Could this be a chance for him to finally find a place within the village he had always longed for? Or would it only deepen the wounds of betrayal he had suffered?

As the silence stretched between them, Hiruzen waited patiently for Naruto's response, knowing that whatever choice the young ninja made would shape his destiny in ways both unforeseen and profound.

After delivering his offer to Naruto, Hiruzen rose from his seat with a sense of solemn purpose. "I will leave you to consider my proposal, Naruto-chan," he said, his voice carrying a gentle yet authoritative tone. With a nod of acknowledgment, he exited the room, leaving Naruto alone with his thoughts.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Naruto remained seated, the weight of Hiruzen's words hanging heavily in the air. His mind churned with conflicting emotions, a storm of anger, resentment, and a flicker of reluctant hope.

Alone in the quiet confines of the room, Naruto's facade of defiance began to crack. His shoulders slumped, and he ran a hand through his unruly blond hair, frustration evident in his movements. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with bitterness.

But then, a mischievous glint sparked in Naruto's eyes, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Maybe... maybe it's time to have a little fun," he mused aloud, his voice low and sly.

A devious plan began to form in Naruto's mind, fueled by his desire to defy the villagers who had scorned him for so long. "Let's see how they like it when they think the demon's getting stronger," he chuckled darkly to himself. "It'll be a riot to watch them squirm."

With a newfound sense of resolve, Naruto remained in the room, his thoughts consumed by his scheme to manipulate the villagers' fears and prejudices to his advantage.

After what felt like an eternity of contemplation, Naruto finally emerged from the room, his expression a mask of determination. He met Hiruzen's gaze with newfound clarity in his eyes.

"Well, old man," Naruto declared, his voice steady and resolute. "I accept your offer."

Hiruzen regarded Naruto with a mixture of understanding and apprehension, knowing that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges and uncertainty. But for now, he nodded in silent acknowledgment, his trust in Naruto's potential unwavering.

As they left the room together, a new chapter began in Naruto's tumultuous journey, marked by defiance, determination, and the faint glimmer of hope for a brighter future.

Hiruzen settled onto a fallen log, motioning for Naruto to join him. The forest around them buzzed with life, the rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds serving as a backdrop to their conversation.

"So, Naruto," Hiruzen began, his tone gentle yet probing. "Tell me, what do you know thus far?"

Naruto took a seat beside his mentor, his expression serious as he contemplated his response. "I've been learning about chakra control," he started, his voice steady. "I've also been practicing swordsmanship, though I'm still a beginner. And my taijutsu... well, that's something I've been honing on my own. It's my own style, my own creation."

Hiruzen nodded thoughtfully, taking in Naruto's words. "Impressive," he remarked, a hint of pride coloring his voice. "And what about jutsu? Do you have any techniques under your belt?"

Naruto's brow furrowed slightly as he considered the question. "Just one," he admitted, his tone tinged with a mixture of pride and uncertainty. "It's something I developed on my own - a jutsu called Wind Blade."

Hiruzen's eyebrows lifted in surprise, genuine interest flickering in his eyes. "Wind Blade, you say?" he repeated, his curiosity piqued. "That sounds intriguing. Would you care to demonstrate it for me?"

A flicker of hesitation crossed Naruto's features, but he nodded, determination shining in his eyes. With a deep breath, he focused his chakra, channeling it into his palms. As the air around him stirred with unseen energy, Naruto's hands began to move in a fluid motion, shaping the chakra into a swirling vortex of wind.

In an instant, the air crackled with anticipation, and with a swift motion, Naruto unleashed his jutsu. A sharp, cutting gust of wind shot forth from his hands, slicing through the air with precision and force.

Hiruzen watched in awe as the Wind Blade tore through the foliage, leaving a trail of shredded leaves and branches in its wake. "Remarkable," he breathed, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Truly remarkable, Naruto."

As the echoes of the jutsu faded into the surrounding silence, Naruto couldn't help but feel a swell of pride in his chest. With each passing moment, he was beginning to realize that perhaps, just perhaps, there was more to him than he had ever dared to imagine. And with Hiruzen's guidance, the possibilities seemed endless.

"Very well, Naruto," Hiruzen said with a nod of approval, his eyes alight with determination. "From now on, we will focus on expanding your jutsu repertoire."

Naruto nodded eagerly, a determined glint in his eyes. "I appreciate it, sensei," he replied, his voice brimming with determination. "But I want to learn something different. I want to focus on weapon management."

"Very well, Naruto," Hiruzen said with a nod of acceptance, a hint of surprise evident in his expression. "If expanding your jutsu repertoire isn't your immediate priority, then we shall focus on weapon management."

Naruto's eyes lit up with determination as he confirmed his decision. "Thank you, sensei," he replied earnestly. "I want to be versatile in combat, not just relying on jutsu or hand-to-hand techniques."

Hiruzen nodded approvingly, acknowledging Naruto's desire for a well-rounded skill set. "An unconventional choice, but an important one," he commented, his tone filled with respect for Naruto's decision.

As Naruto eagerly awaited further instructions, Hiruzen gestured towards a nearby rack of weapons. "Choose your weapon, Naruto," he instructed, a knowing smile playing at his lips.

Naruto approached the rack with a sense of excitement, his eyes scanning over the array of blades and tools. After a moment of contemplation, he reached out and selected a Wodden Pole Arm, its polished Wodden end gleaming in the sunlight.

Hiruzen watched with a sense of pride as Naruto retrieved the weapon, noting the determination in his movements. "Well done, Naruto," he remarked, his voice tinged with approval. "Now, let us begin your training."

As Naruto assumed a stance with the Pole Arm in hand, Hiruzen couldn't help but feel a swell of admiration for the young ninja before him. Despite his tender age, Naruto possessed a maturity and determination far beyond his years.

Hiruzen observed Naruto's Combat with a mixture of pride and admiration. "This kid," he thought to himself, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "He's grown up way before his age."

As the evening sun cast its warm glow over the Namikaze household, Minato gathered his children - Natsu, Mito, and Suki - for a family discussion after dinner. The cozy atmosphere of their home enveloped them, filling the air with a sense of familiarity and warmth.

Natsu, the youngest of the siblings, bore a striking resemblance to his father, Minato, with his spiky blond hair and bright blue eyes. Despite his tender age, there was a sense of determination in his gaze, reflecting his lineage as the son of the Fourth Hokage.

Mito, the middle child, inherited her mother Kushina's fiery spirit and vibrant personality. Her long, flowing locks were a striking mix of crimson red and vivid blonde, a testament to her unique heritage. With a mischievous glint in her eyes and a fierce loyalty to her family, Mito was a force to be reckoned with.

Suki, the eldest sister, possessed a blend of her parents' features - her father's calm demeanor and her mother's fierce determination. Her hair, a striking combination of blonde and red, cascaded down her shoulders in untamed waves, echoing her untamed spirit. With a keen intellect and a compassionate heart, Suki was the glue that held her family together.

As they gathered around the table, Minato cleared his throat, his expression serious yet gentle. "I have something important to discuss with all of you," he began, his voice carrying the weight of his words. "It's about the future of our family and our role in the village."

The children exchanged curious glances, sensing the gravity of their father's words. With a sense of unity and determination, they leaned in closer, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead as a family.

As Minato prepared to address his children, a curious twist of fate intervened, and instead, it was Kushina who spoke up with a firm yet gentle tone. "Well, you three," she began, her fiery spirit shining through, "you're all going to the Academy within a month."

Mito, Natsu, and Suki exchanged surprised glances, their curiosity piqued by their mother's unexpected announcement. "The Academy?" Mito repeated, her voice filled with excitement. "But that's where we'll learn to become shinobi, right?"

Kushina nodded, her expression softening with pride. "That's right, Mito," she confirmed, a warm smile gracing her lips. "It's an important step in your journey to becoming strong shinobi like your father and me."

Natsu's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he absorbed his mother's words. "I can't wait to start training!" he exclaimed eagerly, his youthful enthusiasm shining through.

Suki nodded in agreement, her determination shining in her gaze. "We'll do our best, Mom," she promised, her voice filled with conviction. "We won't let you down."

Kushina's smile widened as she gazed at her children with love and pride. "I know you won't, Suki," she replied, her voice tinged with emotion. "But there's something else I need to discuss with you all."

The children listened intently as Kushina continued, her tone becoming more serious. "As the children of the Hokage and myself, you all are very high-profile," she explained, her voice firm but gentle. "I want you to understand that your actions and behavior reflect not only on yourselves but also on our family and the village."

Mito, Natsu, and Suki nodded solemnly, understanding the weight of their mother's words. "We'll be on our best behavior, Mom," Mito promised, her determination shining through.

Kushina smiled, her heart swelling with love and pride for her children. "I know you will, Mito," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "Just remember to stay true to yourselves and always strive to make us proud."

As midnight draped the training ground in a blanket of darkness, Hiruzen observed Naruto's diligent efforts to master the pole arm naginata. The young shinobi's determination was palpable as he practiced, his movements fluid yet purposeful.

Naruto shifted his weight, positioning his left leg forward to gain better range with the weapon. With a focused expression, he executed a series of precise stabs, mimicking the motions of a real battle with his wooden naginata.

With each thrust and jab, Naruto's skill and control grew, his muscles straining with exertion. But as fatigue began to set in, Hiruzen decided it was time to intervene.

"Naruto," Hiruzen called out, his voice cutting through the quiet of the night. "Come here, my boy. I have something to tell you."

Naruto turned towards his mentor, his breaths coming in steady, measured puffs. With a nod of acknowledgment, he made his way over to Hiruzen, his body feeling the strain of his intense training session. As he settled beside his mentor, a sense of anticipation filled the air, signaling that an important conversation was about to take place.

As Naruto settled down beside him, Hiruzen couldn't help but notice the weariness etched into the young shinobi's features. "Can't sleep, Naruto?" he inquired gently, his voice laced with concern.

Naruto, who had come to trust Hiruzen deeply in the midst of his turmoil, nodded wearily. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "Nightmares... It feels like everyone blames me, like I'm responsible for all their deaths. It's hard to shut my mind off."

Hiruzen's heart ached for Naruto, understanding the weight of the burden he carried. With a small sigh, he offered a comforting suggestion. "Whenever you find yourself unable to sleep, Naruto, try looking up at the stars," he said softly. "Imagine each one of them as one of your closest people."

"Really?" he asked, a hint of skepticism tingeing his tone.

Hiruzen nodded reassuringly. "Yes," he affirmed, his voice steady and sure. "The stars have a way of reminding us that we are never truly alone, that those we love and cherish are always watching over us, even in the darkest of times."

Naruto considered Hiruzen's words for a moment, a sense of peace beginning to settle over him. "Okay," he replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'll give it a try."

With that, Naruto leaned back against the cool grass, his gaze drifting up to the star-filled sky above. And as he lost himself in the gentle twinkling of the stars, a sense of calm washed over him, easing the weight of his troubled mind.

As Naruto settled in for some much-needed rest under the blanket of the starlit sky, Hiruzen stood up from his spot beside him. "Naruto-chan, you take some rest," he said gently, a reassuring smile gracing his features. "I will take my leave for now."

With a nod of gratitude, Naruto watched as Hiruzen made his way towards his own quarters. The night air was cool against his skin as he closed his eyes, intending to finally find solace in sleep.

However, just as Naruto began to drift off, the sound of footsteps approached once more. Opening his eyes, he saw Hiruzen returning, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Naruto," Hiruzen began, his voice breaking the silence of the night. "I have one more piece of news for you."

Naruto arched an eyebrow in curiosity as he sat up, his interest piqued by Hiruzen's sudden return. "What is it?" he asked, his tone laced with mild skepticism.

Hiruzen paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before delivering the news. "You will be joining the Academy next month," he announced, his gaze steady as he met Naruto's eyes.

Naruto's expression shifted to one of surprise, his brows furrowing slightly in disbelief. "The Academy?" he echoed, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Hiruzen nodded reassuringly. "Yes, Naruto," he confirmed. "But don't worry. I'll take care of which class you will be joining."

With that assurance, Hiruzen turned to leave once more, leaving Naruto to process the news on his own. As he watched his mentor depart, a mix of emotions swirled within him - anticipation, apprehension, and a glimmer of hope for the future that lay ahead.

One month had passed since Naruto stood in front of the imposing gates of the Shinobi Academy, his heart pounding with anticipation and nervous energy. As he took in the bustling activity around him, the young ninja couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mingled with apprehension. Today marked the beginning of a new chapter in his journey as a shinobi, and Naruto was determined to make the most of it.

But before delving into the present moment, it was crucial to rewind to the early hours of the morning, when Naruto was preparing for his first day at the Academy. The sun had barely begun to peek over the horizon when a knock sounded on Naruto's apartment door, signaling the arrival of an unexpected visitor.

Opening the door with a yawn, Naruto was greeted by the sight of his mentor, Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage of the Hidden Leaf Village. Despite the early hour, Hiruzen wore a warm smile on his face, his eyes twinkling with mischief and wisdom.

"Morning, Naruto!" Hiruzen greeted cheerfully, stepping into the apartment with a sense of familiarity. "Excited for your first day at the Academy?"

Naruto's response was less enthusiastic, his brow furrowing in confusion. "I guess so," he replied, his tone tinged with skepticism. "But isn't it just going to be a bunch of boring lectures and tests?"

Hiruzen chuckled at Naruto's skepticism, shaking his head in amusement. "Oh, you'll be surprised, Naruto," he assured the young ninja. "The Academy can be a lot of fun if you approach it with the right attitude."

Naruto's expression remained skeptical, a hint of annoyance creeping into his features. "Yeah, sure," he muttered, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

But Hiruzen was quick to steer the conversation towards a more serious topic, his expression growing solemn as he broached the main reason for his visit. "Now, Naruto," he began, his tone taking on a more serious note, "there's something important we need to discuss before you head off to the Academy."

Naruto raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued by Hiruzen's sudden change in demeanor. "What is it, sensei?" he asked, his voice tinged with apprehension.

Hiruzen took a deep breath, his gaze locking with Naruto's with unwavering intensity. "I need you to listen carefully, Naruto," he said, his voice firm yet gentle. "When you're at the Academy, I need you to hold back your skills."

Naruto's eyes widened in surprise, a frown forming on his lips. "Hold back?" he repeated, his voice incredulous. "But why? I thought the point was to show off what I can do!"

Hiruzen sighed, a look of understanding crossing his features. "I know it's frustrating, Naruto," he admitted, his voice tinged with sympathy. "But the first rule of being a shinobi is to keep your cards close to your chest. You can't afford to show all your skills right away."

Naruto bristled at Hiruzen's words, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "So you want me to pretend like I'm not as good as I really am?" he demanded, his voice rising in indignation.

Hiruzen shook his head, his expression softening with empathy. "It's not about pretending, Naruto," he explained patiently. "It's about being strategic. You need to learn to gauge your opponents and adapt your skills accordingly. That means holding back when necessary."

Naruto's shoulders slumped in resignation, his frustration giving way to reluctant acceptance. "Fine," he muttered, his tone begrudging. "But how much am I supposed to hold back?"

Hiruzen considered the question for a moment before responding. "I'd say about twenty-five percent of your original skills," he suggested, his tone thoughtful. "Focus mainly on taijutsu for now. That way, you'll still be able to learn and improve without drawing too much attention to yourself."

Naruto nodded reluctantly, his mind whirling with conflicting emotions. "I understand," he replied, his voice subdued. "I'll do what you say, sensei."

Hiruzen placed a reassuring hand on Naruto's shoulder, his gaze filled with pride and reassurance. "Just remember, Naruto," he said, his voice firm yet gentle, "you don't have to be the best or the worst. Just aim to be an average student - an avenger student, if you will."

As Naruto stood in front of the door to his classroom, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over him. Etched on his face was a look of exasperation, his brows furrowed in annoyance as he stared at the door with a -_- expression.

"I hate you, old man," Naruto muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with frustration as he directed his ire towards Hiruzen, the architect of his current predicament.

With a heavy sigh, Naruto pushed open the door and stepped into the classroom, his eyes immediately scanning the room. What he saw only served to deepen his displeasure - the class was filled with clan heirs and children of council members, an elite group to which Naruto clearly did not belong.

"Great," Naruto muttered sarcastically, his lips twisting into a grimace as he took in the sea of entitled faces staring back at him.

Among them was Kiba Inuzuka, a smug grin plastered across his face as he called out to Naruto. "Hey, blondie," he jeered, his tone dripping with arrogance. "This is a class for clan heirs, not commoners like you."

Naruto's response was a simple yet cutting one as he ignored Kiba's taunts and continued to make his way towards an empty seat. But Kiba wasn't one to be easily dismissed, and he persisted, calling out to Naruto once more.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" Kiba exclaimed, his voice growing more insistent as he sought to assert his superiority over Naruto.

Turning to face Kiba, Naruto met his gaze with an indifferent expression. "Who are you?" he replied coolly, his tone devoid of any trace of recognition or respect.

Kiba bristled at Naruto's dismissive attitude, his fists clenching at his sides in frustration. "I'm Kiba Inuzuka, heir to the Inuzuka clan!" he declared proudly, as if expecting Naruto to be impressed by his pedigree.

Naruto's response was far from what Kiba anticipated - a simple "OK" accompanied by a nonchalant thumbs-up as he continued on his way to find a seat.

With that, Naruto settled into his desk, determined to weather whatever challenges lay ahead with his trademark indifference and resilience. Despite the hostility and prejudice he faced, Naruto remained steadfast in his resolve to prove himself in the eyes of those who doubted him.

As Kiba's taunts grew more aggressive, Naruto's patience wore thin. With a sharp glare, Kiba attempted to provoke him further, his words dripping with disdain. "Don't you have balls, blondie?" he sneered, his voice laced with mockery as he challenged Naruto to a fight.

Naruto's response was swift and unexpected. With a calm demeanor, he slipped his hand into his pocket, his expression unreadable as he took a moment to contemplate his next move. After a brief pause, Naruto's lips curled into a smirk as he delivered his retort.

"Of course, I have balls," Naruto replied nonchalantly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm a boy, aren't I? But as for fighting you..." Naruto trailed off, his tone laced with amusement as he left the statement hanging in the air.

Meanwhile, the rest of the class observed the exchange with varying degrees of interest and amusement.

Ino Yamanaka, with her trademark confidence, couldn't help but interject. "Looks like Blondie's got some sass," she remarked with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she watched the scene unfold.

Hinata Hyuga, ever the shy and reserved one, cast a worried glance in Naruto's direction, her concern evident in her soft voice. "Um, I hope everything's okay," she murmured quietly, her gentle demeanor contrasting with the tension in the room.

Shino Aburame remained stoic and composed, his expression impassive as he observed the interaction with detached interest. "Fascinating," he mused, his monotone voice betraying little emotion as he analyzed the situation.

Choji Akimichi, always eager for a peaceful resolution, offered a reassuring smile to Naruto from across the room. "Don't let him get to you, New Guy," he said earnestly, his voice warm and encouraging as he sought to defuse the tension.

And then there was Shikamaru Nara, lounging lazily in his seat with his eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to the commotion around him. "Troublesome," he muttered sleepily, his words barely audible as he drifted off into a peaceful slumber, unfazed by the drama unfolding before him.

As Naruto settled into the seat beside Choji and Shikamaru, he was greeted by a friendly wave from Choji, whose smile was as warm as ever. "Hey there!" Choji exclaimed, his voice cheerful and inviting.

Beside Choji, Shikamaru offered a lazy drawl, his words laced with apathy. "What a drag," he muttered under his breath, his eyes half-lidded as he glanced at Naruto.

Naruto couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Shikamaru's lackadaisical attitude, his expression shifting to one of mild confusion. "What's your name?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Shikamaru sighed, as if Naruto's question was a nuisance. "Shikamaru Nara," he replied, his tone resigned.

Naruto gave Shikamaru a bemused look, his lips quirking into a skeptical ? expression. "Okay," he replied simply, his mind whirling with thoughts. *Bro, what the hell is wrong with this guy?*

Turning his attention back to Choji, Naruto smiled gratefully as the friendly boy introduced himself. "I'm Choji Akimichi," Choji said warmly, extending a hand in greeting.

Naruto nodded in acknowledgment, his gaze shifting between Choji and Shikamaru. "I'm Naruto," he replied simply, his tone neutral. "Just Naruto."

As the class continued, tension simmered beneath the surface, ready to boil over at any moment. Kiba's irritation grew palpable, his patience wearing thin as he glared daggers at Naruto, who sat calmly beside Choji and Shikamaru.

Finally, unable to contain his frustration any longer, Kiba slammed his hand down on the desk in front of them, the sharp sound echoing through the room. "Listen here, blondie," Kiba spat, his voice low and menacing. "You think you can just waltz in here and act like you own the place? Well, you're in for a rude awakening."

Naruto bristled at Kiba's aggressive tone, his fists clenching at his sides as he prepared to confront the arrogant clan heir. But before he could speak, he felt Shikamaru's firm grip on his bicep, the touch a silent warning to stay calm.

Shikamaru's expression was impassive, his dark eyes flickering with silent admonition as he shook his head subtly, signaling to Naruto that it wasn't worth escalating the situation.

Reluctantly, Naruto eased back into his seat, his gaze locked in a silent battle of wills with Kiba. Despite his simmering anger, he begrudgingly heeded Shikamaru's advice, knowing that getting into a fight on his first day would only make matters worse.

Seizing the opportunity to mock Naruto, Kiba sneered condescendingly. "That's right, blondie," he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "Sit back down and know your place. You're nothing but a commoner in a class of elites."

Naruto's jaw clenched in frustration, but he bit back his retort, unwilling to give Kiba the satisfaction of seeing him lose his cool. Instead, he fixed Kiba with a steely glare, silently vowing to prove him wrong through his actions rather than his words.

Feeling the weight of the tension in the air, Naruto took a deep breath, his chest expanding with resolve. As Kiba continued to mock him, hoping to elicit a reaction, Naruto remained stoic, his expression a mask of calm determination.

However, his restraint did not go unnoticed. Ino, seated nearby, spoke up, her voice cutting through the charged atmosphere. "Hey, Kiba, cut it out," she interjected firmly, her tone tinged with disapproval.

Kiba's smirk faltered for a moment, surprised by Ino's intervention, but he quickly regained his composure, turning his attention back to Naruto with a sneer. "Listen up, blondie," he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. "This class is for clan heirs and children of council members. You? You're just a low-class civilian."

The words hung in the air like a dark cloud, sending a chill down the spine of every student in the classroom. Even those who had been watching the exchange with detached curiosity now felt a sense of unease creeping over them.

As Kiba's tirade reached its climax, a palpable sense of tension filled the room, thick enough to suffocate. And in that moment, even Kiba himself felt a surge of apprehension, a primal instinct warning him that he had gone too far, that he had crossed a line from which there was no turning back.

As Kiba's arrogance reached its peak and his taunts became more venomous, Naruto could feel his patience wearing thin. With a deep breath to steady himself, he leaned forward slightly, his gaze locking with Kiba's.

"Well, dear honorable Inuzuka clan heir," Naruto began, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "why don't you do us all a favor and go sit on your seat, and I'll sit here on mine? With all due respect, please, just... fuck off."

The words hung in the air like a heavy fog, the tension in the room palpable as Naruto's defiance clashed with Kiba's arrogance. It was a challenge, a direct confrontation that left no room for misunderstanding.

Meanwhile, across the room, Sakura Haruno, known for her fiery temper and strict adherence to rules, couldn't contain her outrage at Naruto's choice of language. Her voice cut through the silence like a banshee's scream as she called out Naruto for his cursing.

"Hey New kid! Look at Your Language!" Sakura scolded, her voice sharp with disapproval. "We don't use that kind of language in the Academy!"

Naruto's response was swift, his tone laced with irritation as he shot back at Sakura. "Lady, please," he retorted, his patience wearing thin, "don't fuck with my mind in the Fucking Morning."

The exchange left the classroom buzzing with tension, the air thick with anticipation as the clash between Naruto and Kiba threatened to escalate into something far more volatile. And as the two boys faced off, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills, the rest of the students held their breath, bracing themselves for whatever chaos might ensue.

As Sasuke and Kiyomi Uchiha entered the classroom, accompanied by Natsu, Suki, and Mito, all eyes turned to them. Kiba, ever the flirtatious troublemaker, couldn't resist the opportunity to make a move on Kiyomi. With a sly grin, he sauntered over to her, his eyes lingering on her with a hint of mischief.

"Hey there, beautiful," Kiba said, flashing Kiyomi his most charming smile. "What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

Naruto, observing the scene with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, couldn't help but roll his eyes at Kiba's antics. "Bruhhh, I am going to suffer for 3 years straight," he muttered under his breath, resigned to the inevitable chaos that Kiba's flirtations would bring.

Meanwhile, Suki's sharp eyes caught sight of a blonde boy in the classroom, his gaze lingering on them with a hint of suspicion. As she looked closer, she couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance between the boy and her father, Minato Namikaze. Her suspicions piqued, she exchanged a glance with her siblings, a silent question passing between them.

"Who's that?" Suki whispered to Natsu and Mito, her voice low and cautious. "He looks a lot like Father, don't you think?"

Naruto, on the other hand, couldn't help but notice the red and blonde-haired girl staring at him from across the room. Her gaze was intense, her eyes betraying a sense of curiosity and recognition. As their eyes met, Naruto felt a strange sense of familiarity wash over him, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

Caught off guard by the girl's piercing gaze, Naruto offered her a small nod of acknowledgment, his own curiosity piqued. "Who's she?" he wondered silently, his thoughts drifting as he tried to place where he might have encountered her before.

As the classroom buzzed with excitement and chatter, Naruto sat at his desk, observing the whirlwind of teenage hormones and drama unfolding before him. He watched as Kiba shamelessly attempted to flirt with every girl in sight, earning eye rolls and giggles from the female students.

"Sasuke, you're so cool!" squealed one girl, her voice dripping with adoration.

"Yeah, and Natsu is so dreamy," chimed in another, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

Meanwhile, the boys seemed equally enamored, their attention focused on the trio of Kiyomi, Suki, and Mito. Kiba, ever the opportunist, made half-hearted attempts to charm all three girls simultaneously, earning himself a few amused glances and a lot of eye-rolling.

Naruto exchanged a knowing glance with Choji, who sat beside him. "Looks like it's going to be a long three years," Naruto remarked dryly, shaking his head.

Choji chuckled, offering Naruto a dango from his lunchbox. "Want one?" he asked.

Naruto nodded gratefully, accepting the sweet treat. "Thanks, Choji. I owe you one," he replied before taking a bite.

With a satisfied sigh, Naruto leaned back in his chair, feeling the exhaustion of the day settling in. "Wake me up when the teacher arrives, will you?" he requested, closing his eyes.

"Sure thing, Naruto," Choji replied with a smile, settling in to enjoy his own snack.

Meanwhile, Shikamaru, who had been observing the chaos with detached interest, decided that it was all too troublesome for his liking. With a yawn, he reclined in his seat, already drifting off to sleep. "Wake me up when something actually happens," he muttered lazily, his voice barely audible over the din of the classroom.

As Iruka-sensei scanned the classroom, his gaze fell upon Naruto, and for a fleeting moment, a flash of anger crossed his features. He couldn't help but see the resemblance between the boy and the dreaded demon fox that had brought so much destruction to the village years ago.

His fists clenched involuntarily as he fought to suppress his rising anger. "That cursed fox..." he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible over the hum of the classroom.

Mizuki-sensei, sensing Iruka's tension, shot Naruto a venomous glare, his eyes burning with contempt.

Meanwhile, the class continued, with Iruka-sensei leading the lesson. As the minutes passed, Iruka's irritation only grew, fueled by the sight of Naruto's innocent face.

Finally, unable to contain his frustration any longer, Iruka-sensei singled out Naruto with a pointed question. "Naruto Uzumaki, can you tell me the correct formula for the Shadow Clone Jutsu?" he asked, his tone sharp and expectant.

Naruto's brow furrowed in confusion as he racked his brain for the answer. But try as he might, he couldn't recall the correct formula.

"I...I'm not sure, sensei," Naruto admitted reluctantly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Iruka-sensei's expression hardened, disappointment flickering in his eyes. Without another word, he motioned for Naruto to leave the classroom, his decision made.

As Naruto shuffled out of the room, head bowed in shame, Mizuki-sensei's lips curled into a smug smile, satisfied with the outcome.

Across the room, Kiba and Sakura couldn't resist the opportunity to taunt their classmate. "Ha! Look at You Loser, You doesn't even know basic jutsu!" Kiba jeered, earning a chorus of snickers from his classmates.

Sakura joined in, her voice dripping with disdain. "He's such a loser. No wonder he doesn't have any friends."

Naruto stood outside the academy, frustration boiling beneath the surface as he clenched his fists in anger.

If only that old man didn't tell me to stay low profile... and those two, that dog boy and that pink cutting board," he muttered bitterly to himself. "I'll get my revenge for this."

Alone in the hallway, Naruto stood with his head bowed, his shoulders hunched in defeat. He had spent the entire day outside the classroom, isolated from his peers and burdened by the weight of their scorn.

As the final bell rang and the other students began to file out of the classroom, Naruto's heart sank even lower. He watched silently as Natsu, Kiba, and Sakura passed by, their mocking laughter echoing in his ears.

"Hey, loser, did you enjoy your time out here?" Natsu sneered, his tone dripping with derision.

Kiba chimed in with a sneer of his own. "Yeah, maybe you should just drop out of the academy. You're never going to amount to anything anyway."

Sakura, her voice laced with disdain, added her own cruel taunt. "You're such a failure, Naruto. No wonder nobody wants to be around you."

Sasuke, walking a few paces behind them, didn't even spare Naruto a glance, his attention focused elsewhere.

Naruto clenched his fists at his sides, his jaw set in Rage. He refused to let their words break him, but the sting of their insults cut deep.

As the last of his classmates disappeared down the hallway, Naruto finally allowed himself to move. With heavy footsteps, he made his way out of the academy, shoulders slumped with the weight of his loneliness.

1st day of The Academy had ended, but for Naruto, the pain of rejection lingered long after the final bell had rung.

As the school day came to a close, families began to gather outside the academy, eagerly awaiting the arrival of their children. Excited chatter filled the air as parents exchanged stories of their kids' accomplishments in class.

Amidst the buzz of conversation, several children eagerly recounted the day's events to their parents.

"Mom, you should've seen Naruto today! He got kicked out of class for not knowing the answer to a simple question!" one child exclaimed, giggling with delight.

"Yeah, and then he stood outside the classroom like a total loser all day!" another chimed in, earning a chorus of laughter from the group.

Sakura, walking with her mother Mebuki Haruno, couldn't resist joining in on the gossip. "Oh, Mom, you should've seen it. Naruto was such a mess today," she said, a smirk playing on her lips.

Mebuki Haruno raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. "Well, it serves him right, doesn't it? That demon child deserves every bit of humiliation he gets," she replied dismissively.

The other parents nodded in agreement, their disdain for Naruto evident in their expressions.

As the laughter died down and the families began to disperse, Naruto's isolation only seemed to deepen. Unaware of the cruel words being spoken about him, he trudged home alone, the weight of his loneliness heavy on his young shoulders.

As the evening settled in, Choza Akimichi extended a warm invitation to his longtime friend Shikaku Nara and his son Shikamaru. "Why don't you join us for dinner tonight, Shikaku? It's been too long since we've had a chance to catch up," Choza suggested with a friendly smile.

Shikaku nodded in agreement, grateful for the opportunity to spend time with his friend and his family. "That sounds like a great idea, Choza. We'd be happy to join you," he replied.

Soon, both families were gathered around the dining table, enjoying a hearty meal and engaging in lighthearted conversation. Choji and Shikamaru, seated across from each other, exchanged curious glances as they observed the adults' animated discussion.

After a moment of hesitation, Choji cleared his throat, gathering the courage to broach a sensitive topic. "Um, Dad, can I ask you something?" he began tentatively.

Choza turned his attention to his son, his expression gentle and attentive. "Of course, Choji. What's on your mind?" he asked, encouraging his son to speak freely.

Choji hesitated for a moment before plunging ahead with his question. "Why does everyone hate Naruto? It's like they treat him like he's some kind of plague or something," he remarked, his brow furrowing with concern.

Shikamaru nodded in agreement, chiming in with his own thoughts. "Yeah, it's weird. I mean, Naruto seems okay to me. He's kinda fun, actually," he added, his voice tinged with a hint of boredom.

Shikaku listened to his son's words, his expression thoughtful as he considered how to respond. "Well, sometimes people fear what they don't understand, Shikamaru," he began, choosing his words carefully. "But ultimately, you should trust your own judgment. If you think Naruto is okay, then that's all that matters," he concluded, his tone firm yet reassuring.

Shikamaru nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Thanks, Dad. I guess you're right," he replied.

With that, the conversation shifted to lighter topics, and the families continued to enjoy their dinner together, grateful for the warmth and camaraderie of friendship.

As Naruto returned to his humble abode, exhaustion weighed heavily upon him. He wearily sank onto the floor, his gaze drawn to the worn book he had salvaged from Ichiro's home. But as he opened its pages, a pang of sorrow pierced his heart at the sight of the charred and tattered remnants of what once held so much significance.

Fingers tracing over the singed edges, Naruto's eyes settled on a section of the book that had miraculously survived the blaze. It spoke of a deity, a goddess whose name had been lost to the flames, yet whose essence lingered within the ancient text.

Ichiro's words echoed in Naruto's mind, a gentle reminder of the old man's unwavering faith. "Put your faith in her," Ichiro had said, "and she will listen to the prayers of her followers."

Feeling a spark of hope ignite within him, Naruto leaned closer to the book, his eyes scanning the faded text. With a heavy heart and a whispered prayer, he read aloud the passage that had captured his attention.

"May the Mother goddess bless you with her twinkling embrace, veiling your path in eternal tranquility and shielding your aspirations in the embrace of infinity."

As the words left his lips, Naruto felt a sense of peace wash over him, like a gentle breeze soothing his weary soul. For a fleeting moment, he allowed himself to bask in the warmth of the ancient blessing, finding solace in the belief that perhaps, just perhaps, there was still hope to be found amidst the darkness that surrounded him.

As days turned into weeks, Naruto found himself subjected to the same harsh treatment at the academy. Every small mistake, no matter how insignificant, resulted in Iruka's stern reprimands and the familiar command to leave the classroom.

One dreary afternoon, as the final bell tolled and the other students filtered out of the school, Naruto remained behind, his solitude palpable in the empty classroom. With a heavy heart, he sank into his seat, resigned to another evening spent alone.

Meanwhile, Iruka, engrossed in his paperwork, remained unaware of Naruto's presence until he heard a faint shuffling behind him. Turning around, he was surprised to find Naruto sitting quietly in the corner of the room, his gaze fixed on the floor.

For a fleeting moment, Iruka's heart clenched with a mixture of frustration and pity. Here was a child who had been cast aside by society, left to fend for himself in a world that seemed determined to break him.

Steeling himself, Iruka approached Naruto, his footsteps echoing softly in the empty room. As he drew closer, he expected to be met with defiance or resentment, but to his surprise, Naruto greeted him with a respectful nod.

Taken aback by Naruto's unexpected gesture of politeness, Iruka couldn't help but soften slightly. Sitting down in front of Naruto, he adopted a casual tone, masking the concern that gnawed at his insides.

"How are you doing these days, Naruto?" Iruka asked, his voice gentle as he sought to break through the walls of distrust that surrounded the boy.

Naruto, caught off guard by Iruka's genuine concern, hesitated for a moment before responding. "I'm...I'm okay, sensei," he replied tentatively, his gaze flickering up to meet Iruka's.

Iruka regarded Naruto with a mix of surprise and concern as the boy spoke with an unusual determination. Suppressing the resentment that simmered beneath the surface, Iruka listened intently as Naruto expressed his disillusionment with the academy.

"I won't be coming to the academy after this month, sensei," Naruto declared, his voice tinged with resolve.

"Why is that, Naruto?" Iruka inquired, genuinely intrigued by the sudden declaration.

Naruto's response was blunt and to the point. "It's a complete waste of time, sensei. You send me out of class every day for no legitimate reason, and I spend my time here accomplishing nothing."

Iruka felt a pang of guilt gnaw at him, a nagging doubt creeping into his mind. Could Naruto's frustration be justified, or was it simply the misguided rebellion of a troubled child?

As the weight of his responsibilities pressed down upon him, Iruka found himself faced with a difficult decision. With a tentative resolve, he decided to take a chance-a chance to make a difference in Naruto's life, and perhaps, in his own.

"Very well, Naruto," Iruka said, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "If I give you a chance to study here, will you bring about the outcome I want?"

Naruto met Iruka's gaze with a mixture of determination and hesitation. "I can try my best," he replied earnestly, the flicker of hope dancing in his eyes.

As Iruka left the room, a sense of satisfaction flickered across Naruto's features, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. Alone in the empty classroom, he allowed himself a moment of quiet triumph, his mind already racing with plans and possibilities.

For Naruto, Iruka's hesitant agreement had been nothing short of a victory-a validation of his worth and a glimmer of hope for the future. But more than that, it had been the first step in a carefully crafted strategy, a means to an end that he had been plotting from the very beginning.

With a newfound sense of purpose, Naruto's thoughts turned to the next phase of his plan. He knew that if he wanted to succeed, he would need to prove himself-to Iruka, to the academy, and perhaps most importantly, to himself that he is Not weak.

"I need someone to believe in me," Naruto muttered to himself, his gaze narrowing in determination. "Someone who will give me the chance to show what I'm capable of."

And with that resolve firmly set in his mind, Naruto began to scheme, plotting his next move with calculated precision. He would seek out someone in the school who could offer him the same kind of proposition that Iruka had-and with their support, he would no longer need to hold back.

As he imagined the possibilities that lay ahead, Naruto couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. For the first time in his life, he dared to dream of a future where he could rise above the shadows of his past and carve out his own path to greatness. And with each passing moment, that dream seemed closer within his grasp.

As the day at the academy came to an end, the students gathered for a combat session led by Iruka-sensei. With a stern expression, Iruka stood at the front of the class, holding up a diagram of an enemy shinobi in an open stance.

"This is your enemy," Iruka announced, gesturing to the diagram. "How will you tackle him?"

Sakura, eager to impress, raised her hand confidently. "We can always tackle his legs and throw him down," she suggested.

Iruka nodded, acknowledging her response. "A solid strategy, Sakura. But remember, precision and strength are crucial."

Before anyone else could speak up, Shikamaru, who had been lazily slouched in his seat, finally decided to chime in. "You need to have perfect strength for that," he remarked casually, his eyes half-lidded with indifference. "You're built like a twig that will break before you kick him."

Sakura's face flushed with indignation, while the rest of the class stifled their laughter at Shikamaru's blunt assessment. Even Iruka couldn't help but crack a small smile at the Nara boy's straightforwardness.

"Indeed, strength and strategy go hand in hand," Iruka added, trying to maintain a sense of authority despite the amusement in the room. "Remember to assess your opponent's weaknesses and adapt your tactics accordingly."

With that, the combat session began, but Shikamaru's words lingered in Sakura's mind, igniting a newfound determination to prove him wrong.

As the combat session continued, Natsu ,observed the discussion with keen interest. After listening to Sakura's suggestion and Shikamaru's critique, he raised his hand tentatively.

"I have an idea," Natsu spoke up, his voice filled with quiet confidence,Iruka turned his attention towards Natsu, intrigued by the younger boy's contribution. "Go ahead, Natsu. Let's hear your approach."

Natsu stood up, his eyes alight with determination as he pointed to the diagram of the enemy shinobi. "Instead of focusing on taking him down directly, why not exploit his stance to create an opening?"

The class murmured with curiosity, eager to hear Natsu's strategy.

Natsu continued, "If the enemy is in an open stance, it means his guard is lowered. We could use that opportunity to feint an attack towards his upper body, causing him to instinctively defend. Then, while he's off-balance, we can strike at his legs, destabilizing him and making it easier to take him down."

Iruka nodded in approval, impressed by Natsu's tactical thinking. "That's an excellent observation, Natsu. By exploiting your opponent's weaknesses and using deception to your advantage, you can gain the upper hand in combat."

Natsu smiled modestly, grateful for the acknowledgment. "Thank you, sensei."

The class buzzed with excitement, inspired by Natsu's innovative approach. As they continued to practice their combat techniques, Natsu's strategy lingered in their minds, sparking new ideas and approaches to their training.

As the discussion continued, Naruto raised his hand, drawing curious glances from his classmates. When Iruka called on him, Naruto spoke up confidently.

"We can also let him come at us," Naruto suggested, his expression serious but determined.

Silence fell over the room as everyone processed Naruto's unexpected proposal. Kiba, always quick to mock, couldn't resist a snide comment. "What the fuck?" he muttered under his breath, earning him incredulous looks from his classmates.

Naruto, unfazed by Kiba's remark, turned to him with a blank expression. "No, who are you again?" he retorted casually, causing the entire class to burst into laughter, including Iruka, who struggled to maintain his composure.

Kiba, taken aback by Naruto's response, furrowed his brow in confusion. "What, can't recognize me?" he asked, slightly offended.

Naruto shook his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Nope, not really," he replied with a shrug, prompting another round of laughter from the class.

Undeterred, Kiba introduced himself again, but Naruto seized the opportunity to test him. "Alright, Kiba, what's 50 minus 25?" Naruto asked, challenging him with a grin.

Kiba, caught off guard by the sudden math question, hesitated for a moment before answering. "Uh, 25?" he ventured tentatively.

Naruto nodded, feigning disappointment. "Wrong. It's 25 minus 15," he corrected, eliciting snickers from his classmates.

As Kiba's confusion grew, Naruto continued to quiz him with increasingly simple arithmetic questions, each time providing the correct answer before delivering the final blow. "And what's 5 minus 5?" Naruto asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Zero," Kiba replied, finally catching on.

Naruto rolled his eyes, delivering the punchline with a smirk. "Exactly, that's how many fucks I give about your opinion," he retorted, earning cheers and applause from his classmates.

Iruka, struggling to contain his laughter, cleared his throat to regain control of the classroom. "Alright, alright, settle down," he chuckled, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. "Naruto, please continue."

Naruto nodded, his expression turning serious once again as he addressed the class. "Well, when the enemy rushes at you," he began, gesturing to the diagram on the board, "you can simply lock in a hold and suffocate him between this space," Naruto explained, demonstrating the technique with a sweep of his arm between his bicep and forearm, earning nods of understanding from his classmates.

As the day drew to a close, a sense of satisfaction washed over Naruto. Despite the challenges he faced and the doubts cast upon him, he knew he had made progress. Slowly but surely, Naruto was beginning to show everyone that he was no weakling.

Throughout the day, he had seized every opportunity to prove himself, starting with dispelling the notion that he was dumb. With each insightful comment and strategic suggestion, Naruto showcased his intelligence and keen observation skills, earning the respect of his peers and teachers alike.

But Naruto's determination didn't stop there. He was on a mission to demonstrate that he was not weak by any chance. Whether it was during combat sessions, classroom discussions, or even casual interactions, Naruto made sure to assert himself and assert his strengths.

*Time skip*

As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the room, the Namikaze family gathered for an evening discussion. Minato and Kushina sat side by side, while Natsu, Mito, and Suki lounged nearby. Jiraiya and Tsunade, their trusted mentors, joined them, adding wisdom and experience to the conversation.

Kushina smiled warmly at her children. "Can you believe it? Only one more year left until Natsu and Mito graduate from the academy," she remarked, a hint of pride in her voice.

Natsu grinned, puffing out his chest. "I'll be top of the class, just you wait and see," he boasted confidently.

Mito rolled her eyes playfully. "In your dreams, little brother. I'll be the one at the top," she retorted with a smirk.

Suki, usually the quietest of the siblings, seemed lost in thought. Her brow furrowed as she mulled over something in her mind.

Minato noticed her contemplative expression and gently nudged her. "Is something on your mind, Suki?" he inquired, concern evident in his tone.

Suki glanced up, her eyes meeting her father's. "Father, I've been meaning to ask you something," she began hesitantly. "There's a boy in our class named Naruto. Why does he look so much like you?"

The room fell silent as everyone turned to look at Minato, waiting for his response. Minato's gaze softened as he considered his daughter's question, memories flickering behind his eyes.

"He... he's someone very important to me," Minato finally replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and regret. "But it's a complicated story, one that I'll tell you when you're older."

Kushina reached out and squeezed Minato's hand in a silent show of support, understanding the weight of his words. The air in the room grew heavy with unspoken emotions, each member of the family lost in their own thoughts.

And as the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting the room in a warm, golden glow, the Namikaze family remained united, bound together by love, loss, and the promise of a brighter future.

As the weight of Suki's question hung in the air, Mito's usually carefree demeanor shifted, her expression growing serious. She glanced at Natsu, who mirrored her seriousness, a furrow forming between his brows. The room seemed to grow colder, the tension palpable.

Minato exchanged a knowing look with Jiraiya, their silent communication speaking volumes. It was clear that the time to keep secrets was coming to an end.

"Well, it seems we hoped we could have kept this under wraps for a bit longer," Minato admitted with a sigh, his gaze flickering to his family members.

Jiraiya nodded in agreement, his expression grave. "Indeed. But it looks like the cat is out of the bag now," he remarked solemnly.

Natsu shifted uncomfortably, his jaw clenched as he absorbed the implications of their conversation. The mention of Naruto's name stirred something unpleasant within him, a deep-seated resentment that he struggled to suppress.

Mito, usually the one to lighten the mood, remained uncharacteristically silent, her thoughts swirling with newfound knowledge. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Naruto's resemblance to her father than met the eye.

The room fell into a heavy silence, each member of the Namikaze family lost in their own thoughts and emotions. And as the weight of their shared secret settled upon them, Natsu's dislike for the situation only grew, a simmering resentment bubbling just beneath the surface.

Minato took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to reveal to his children. With a heavy heart, he began to speak, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

"Natsu, Mito, Suki... there's something I need to tell you," Minato began, his gaze shifting between his children. "The boy you've seen around, Naruto... he's not just anyone. He's... he's your older brother."

The room fell silent, the weight of Minato's words hanging in the air like a heavy fog. Natsu's laughter, however, shattered the silence like glass, his voice growing increasingly manic with each passing moment.

"Hahaha! You've got to be kidding me, Father," Natsu scoffed, his laughter bordering on hysteria. "That beggar-looking guy? My oldest sibling? Hahaha!"

But as Natsu's laughter reached a fever pitch, it suddenly died in his throat, replaced by a cold, steely resolve. He slammed his hand on the table, his eyes blazing with rage.

"I won't accept that guy as my sibling," Natsu declared, his voice dripping with venom. "As much as I hate him, he would do the same."

With those words, Natsu stormed out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway like thunder. Left behind, Mito and Suki exchanged a somber glance, their hearts heavy with the weight of their brother's rejection.

But despite Natsu's departure, Minato knew that the truth had to be told, no matter how painful it may be. And as Mito and Suki remained behind, their eyes filled with questions and uncertainty, Minato vowed to do everything in his power to mend the fractured bonds of his family, one step at a time.

As Mito and Suki processed the shocking revelation, tears welled up in Mito's eyes, her voice trembling with emotion. "Why?" she whispered, her voice barely audible in the tense silence of the room. "Why did you abandon Naruto?"

Kushina's eyes filled with sorrow as she exchanged a pained glance with Minato. "We... we thought it was for the best," she murmured, her voice thick with regret. "We were told it was necessary to protect you three."

Before Minato could offer an explanation, Jiraiya spoke up, his tone grave. "Don't blame them, kid," he interjected, his voice heavy with guilt. "It was my idea to abandon Naruto in favor of you three."

Mito's temper flared, her fists clenching at her sides. "But why?" she demanded, her voice rising in frustration. "Why didn't you tell us? Why did you keep this from us for so long?"

Tears streamed down Mito's cheeks as the weight of the truth crashed down upon her. "All this time... all this time I could have spent with my brother, getting to know him, having fun with him," she cried, her words choked with sorrow. "Unlike Natsu, who is mixed up in his own world... I could have been there for Naruto. I could have been his sister."

Suki, usually the quieter of the two, reached out and placed a comforting hand on Mito's shoulder, offering her silent support in this moment of grief and realization. And as the tears flowed freely and the emotions ran high, Minato and Kushina could only watch helplessly, their hearts heavy with the burden of their past mistakes.

Suki gently took Mito's hand, leading her sister out of the somber atmosphere that hung heavy in their family home. As they stepped outside into the cool evening air, Suki turned to Mito, her eyes filled with determination.

"Mito, we can't change what happened in the past," Suki began softly, her voice a soothing balm to her sister's frayed nerves. "But we can try to make things right now. We need to find Naruto and try to connect with him, to make amends for what our parents did."

Mito nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "But how do we even find him?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Suki offered a reassuring smile, squeezing Mito's hand gently. "We'll start by asking around, talking to people who might know where he is," she replied, her tone resolute. "And once we find him, we'll do everything we can to make him understand that we want to be a part of his life."

Together, Suki and Mito walked down the dimly lit streets of their village, their hearts heavy but their spirits determined. And as they set out on their mission to reconnect with their long-lost brother, they knew that they would face challenges along the way. But with each step they took, they drew closer to the possibility of healing old wounds and forging new bonds of family and friendship.

Naruto's intense training session at Hiruzen's compound was interrupted by a sudden rush of memories flooding his mind. As he wielded his arsenal of 37 different weapons - from kunai to shuriken, swords to staffs - with precision and skill, a fragment of a forgotten memory emerged, sparking a sense of curiosity within him.

It was a memory from one of his shadow clones, dispatched to the academy eight months prior. Naruto recalled the purpose behind sending the clone - to learn simultaneously in both places, maximizing his training and education. Yet, the memory held a revelation: Mito and Suki, two of the children of the Fourth Hokage, were attempting to reach out to him.

Intrigued by this unexpected development, Naruto couldn't shake the feeling of curiosity that gnawed at him. Why were they trying to communicate with him now, after so long? And why did Natsu, one of his siblings, seem to harbor even more animosity towards him in recent weeks?

Lost in thought, Naruto paused mid-strike, his mind racing with unanswered questions. Unbeknownst to him, his clone mirrored his confusion, observing the interactions from afar. As Naruto grappled with the mysteries surrounding his family's attempts to contact him, the truth of his heritage remained shrouded in secrecy, waiting to be unraveled.

Naruto's revelation to Hiruzen sent shockwaves through the old Hokage's weary heart. As he absorbed the weight of Naruto's words, a glimmer of realization flickered in his eyes. This was it. The moment he had feared and hoped would never come – the truth laid bare, undeniable and raw.

"Hold a moment, Naruto," Hiruzen's voice was grave, yet gentle, as he motioned for Naruto to take a seat. "There are things you need to know. Things that should have been told to you long ago."

As Naruto settled into his seat, his eyes wide with anticipation, Hiruzen's gaze softened with a mixture of regret and resolve. It was time to confront the past, to unearth the secrets that had been buried for far too long.

"Naruto," Hiruzen began, his voice steady but laden with sorrow, "you are the son of Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki. They... they abandoned you, believing it was necessary to fulfill a prophecy – a prophecy foretelling the coming of children who would save the world."

Naruto's breath caught in his throat, his mind reeling with the weight of Hiruzen's revelation. The truth, bitter and painful, hung heavy in the air, yet somehow, it offered a sliver of understanding amidst the chaos of his emotions.

"And Natsu, Mito, and Suki..." Hiruzen continued, his voice tinged with sadness, "they were the children prophesied to bring about this salvation. That is why they were raised as they were, why they were shielded from the truth of their brotherhood with you."

As the truth sank in, Naruto's heart ached with a mixture of betrayal and acceptance. The revelation of his heritage, though painful, offered a semblance of closure – a chance to understand the tangled web of fate that bound them all together.

And as Hiruzen's words echoed in the stillness of the room, Naruto knew that this was just the beginning – the beginning of a journey to uncover the truth, to reclaim his place in the world, and to forge his own destiny, no matter the cost.

Naruto's laughter echoed through the room, a bitter, hollow sound that seemed to reverberate off the walls. The idea of him being Minato Namikaze's eldest child was so absurd, so far-fetched, that it struck him as utterly ludicrous.

"You're joking, right?" Naruto chuckled incredulously, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Me? Minato Namikaze's oldest child? That's... that's just too much."

Hiruzen's expression remained somber, his eyes filled with empathy as he watched Naruto's reaction. "I understand that this is a lot to take in, Naruto," he said gently. "But I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive them. They made mistakes, but they were driven by a desire to protect."

Naruto's laughter abruptly ceased, replaced by a cold, bitter smile. "Forgive them?" he scoffed, his voice devoid of warmth. "To forgive someone, you need to have connections, bonds... and I don't have any of that with them."

With that, Naruto rose from his seat, bowing respectfully to Hiruzen before turning to leave. As he walked away, Hiruzen couldn't help but notice the tears glistening in Naruto's eyes, hidden behind a facade of indifference.

"You can lie to yourself as much as you want, Naruto-chan," Hiruzen murmured to himself, his voice heavy with sorrow. "But I can see it in your eyes. You may not have the bonds you seek now, but perhaps one day, you will find the connections that will heal your heart."

As Naruto walked away from Hiruzen's office, his steps heavy with the weight of his newfound truth, his emotions threatened to overwhelm him. Tears stung his eyes, his chest tight with a pain that felt like a thousand knives stabbing at his heart.

For so long, Naruto had yearned for a family, for the love and acceptance that had always seemed just out of reach. And now, to learn that he had been cast aside by the very people he had longed to call his own... it was a betrayal beyond comprehension.

Grief twisted into anger within Naruto's soul, a seething fury that threatened to consume him whole. In his mind's eye, he could see the faces of Ayaka and Ichiro, the only two people who had ever shown him kindness, their smiles now tainted by the betrayal of those who had abandoned him.

"Minato... Kushina... Jiraiya... Tsunade..." Naruto's voice was a low, guttural growl, dripping with venomous rage. "It's your fault. All of it. Ayaka... Ichiro... they're dead because of you."

With a primal scream of anguish, Naruto lashed out, his fist connecting with a nearby boulder with all the force of his pent-up fury. Raw power surged through him, the impact shattering the stone as if it were made of glass,"Damm you all!" Naruto spat, his voice thick with pain and anger. But as the dust settled and the echoes of his outburst faded into the stillness of the night, Naruto was left cradling his broken and bloodied hands, the physical pain a stark reminder of the emotional turmoil that raged within him.

As Naruto's fury began to subside, leaving behind a simmering rage that burned like embers in his soul, he took a deep, ragged breath, his chest heaving with the effort to regain control of his emotions. His hands throbbed with pain, each heartbeat a reminder of the shattered knuckles and fractured bones that bore witness to his anguish.

With trembling fingers, Naruto wiped away the tears that stained his cheeks, his expression hardening into a mask of determination. Despite the agony that gnawed at him from within, he knew he couldn't afford to wallow in despair. He had to do something, anything, to make those responsible for his pain pay for their betrayal.

"Still, I've got to do something... anything," Naruto muttered to himself, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. His eyes blazed with an intensity that spoke of a resolve forged in the fires of his fury. "I swear to you, Namikaze Sanin's... all of you will pay. And it's gonna hurt. You hear me? All of you."

His words echoed through the stillness of the night, a solemn vow that hung heavy in the air like a thundercloud on the horizon. Naruto's heart was a battleground, torn between grief and rage, yet beneath it all, a spark of determination flickered, refusing to be extinguished.

With one final glance at the shattered boulder before him, Naruto turned on his heel and strode away, his steps purposeful and resolute. Though his path forward was shrouded in uncertainty, one thing was clear – he would not rest until he had exacted his revenge upon those who had wronged him, no matter the cost.

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As the chapter draws to a close, we witness Naruto's entrance into the Academy, a significant milestone in his journey. With the revelation of his true identity, the weight of his past betrayal by his family and the Namikaze Sanin's hangs heavy on his shoulders, fueling his desire for vengeance.

Naruto's newfound knowledge empowers him, igniting a fire within him to make those who wronged him suffer. His determination is palpable as he sets his sights on a path of retribution, vowing to mete out justice to those who have caused him pain.

Amidst his burning anger, we catch glimpses of Naruto's sharp wit and sarcasm, as he delivers a biting remark to Kiba, a reminder of his resilience and defiance in the face of adversity.

As this chapter in Naruto's life comes to a close, we are left with a sense of anticipation for the next installment in his journey. The stage is set for new challenges, new alliances, and new revelations as Naruto embarks on the path that will shape his destiny.

With a promise of more to come, we bid farewell to our dear readers, eager to see what lies ahead in Naruto's story. Sayonara, until next