Here we go finally the MC makes a appearance
https/photos.app.goo.gl/LSTrEZ4hD2MrYvHdA This is how my naruto looks
The air crackled with the remnants of a fierce battle. Fifteen years had passed since the Uzumaki massacre, and now, another tragedy unfolded. Kushina Uzumaki, her crimson hair stained with blood, was impaled upon the Nine-Tailed Fox's claw, her body slumped against her husband, Minato, the Fourth Hokage. They had given their lives to protect their newborn son.
Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage, arrived to witness this heartbreaking scene. His heart clenched at the sight of two people he deeply respected, their lives brutally cut short. He rushed forward to help, only to be halted by an invisible barrier woven from Kushina's chakra chains. Those same chains were also suppressing the Kyuubi, its form flickering with rage and exhaustion. Hiruzen marveled at Kushina's strength. Even impaled, weakened by childbirth, and after enduring the extraction of the Nine-Tails, she still fought to protect her son. The resilience of the Uzumaki clan never ceased to amaze him.
Lost in thought, Hiruzen suddenly noticed Minato performing a series of hand signs. He recognized the jutsu: the Reaper Death Seal. "He intends to seal the Kyuubi inside his son!?" Hiruzen mentally exclaimed. He tried again to bypass Kushina's barrier, but his efforts were futile.
"Fuin!" Minato roared, his voice strained. The Kyuubi's form writhed as it was rapidly drawn into the infant, Naruto. With the sealing complete, both Minato and Kushina collapsed to the ground. The barrier dissipated, and Hiruzen rushed to their side. Minato was already gone. Hiruzen turned to Kushina, her breath shallow and ragged, her life fading fast. He gently lifted her head, tears welling in his eyes. Her Uzumaki vitality clung to life for a few precious moments.
"Please..." she whispered, her voice hoarse, "protect him. He's a jinchuriki... his life will be very hard. Please... keep him safe. His name... is Naruto."
With those final words, Kushina breathed her last. Hiruzen gently lowered her head, his heart heavy with grief. He then turned towards a small podium where a blanket-wrapped baby lay, gazing up at him with wide, unblinking eyes. Hiruzen was struck by the infant's unusual calmness. Most newborns would be crying, but Naruto simply observed him with those strangely luminous, purple eyes.
Naruto's spiky crimson hair, streaked with strands of gold, framed a chubby face, typical of a newborn. Three whisker-like marks adorned his slightly tanned cheeks. With his red hair, he vaguely resembled a fox. But it was the faint purple chakra leaking from him that truly puzzled Hiruzen. What did it mean?
Cautiously, Hiruzen reached for the child. Naruto seemed healthy, aside from the unusual chakra. "I promise I'll look after him the best I can, Kushina," Hiruzen murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
As he held Naruto, a strange sensation crept up his arms. He quickly set Naruto back on the podium and examined his hands. To his surprise, his sleeves were disintegrating, as if burned away. His skin beneath was red and irritated. He glanced at Naruto, wondering if the Kyuubi was the cause.
With a sigh, Hiruzen formed two shadow clones. One collected Kushina's body, the other Minato's. Hiruzen himself held Naruto close. With a flicker of chakra, he transported himself to the hospital, leaving his clones to deal with the aftermath at the Hokage Tower.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Hiruzen immediately summoned his most trusted medic. A middle-aged doctor with greying hair led Hiruzen to a special examination room. Hiruzen gently laid Naruto on the bed. "I need you to conduct a thorough examination to ensure he's healthy," he said, his voice grave. "His chakra seems unusual, and I need to know if he's in any danger."
The doctor nodded and called for a Hyuga medic to get a detailed analysis of Naruto's chakra and internal condition. A few minutes later, an attractive Hyuga nurse arrived, her long black hair tied in a long braid, her Byakugan eyes calm and observant. She wore a standard nurse uniform. "What can I help with, sir?" she asked.
"I need you to thoroughly examine this child's chakra," Hiruzen ordered.
The nurse nodded and approached Naruto. "Byakugan!" she declared, activating her dojutsu. The veins around her eyes bulged slightly as she focused her vision. After five minutes of intense scrutiny, she deactivated her Byakugan, her eyes slightly strained from the intensity of Naruto's chakra. She looked at the baby with a mixture of awe and concern.
"It's astonishing," she reported, her voice hushed. "His chakra is incredibly potent. So intense that the small amount leaking out is slowly eroding the bed. Yet, his body is completely unharmed. In fact, it seems to be thriving. His bodily functions are enhanced by this energy. What happened? Is this a bloodline?"
Both the nurse and the doctor looked at Hiruzen, their faces etched with surprise. He sighed. "Promise me you will keep this a secret," he said, his voice heavy.
Both the nurse and doctor were taken aback but nodded solemnly. "Naruto is the Kyuubi Jinchuriki," Hiruzen explained. "He was made a Jinchuriki immediately after his birth. I suspect this chakra is a byproduct of that."
The doctor and nurse were stunned and saddened by the burden this infant carried. "Poor kid," the doctor murmured, and the nurse nodded, her gaze fixed on Naruto.
Unbeknownst to them, Naruto had been exposed to trace amounts of the Kyuubi's chakra from the moment he entered the womb, due to Kushina being a Jinchuriki herself. For nine months, Naruto's naturally powerful blue chakra had been subtly intertwined with the Kyuubi's red chakra, creating this new, intense, light purple energy that was dangerous to others but to which Naruto's body had grown accustomed. His very being, from his muscles to his bones, was saturated with this unique chakra.
"His muscles, his entire body, are operating at an enhanced level due to the constant flow of chakra," the doctor explained in a tone of awe. "I suspect that as he grows, he'll learn to control and regulate this energy." He paused, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow. "However, he'll likely be quite hyperactive. With this much energy coursing through him, he'll have an unheard-of level of stamina."
Hiruzen gazed at Naruto, his expression a mixture of concern and determination. "I will help you in any way I can, Naruto," he vowed.
Hiruzen, his face etched with worry, addressed the assembled council members. "Thank you for coming, Honored Council," he said, bowing his head respectfully. The clan heads returned the gesture, their faces etched with concern.
"Where are Minato and Kushina?" Shikaku Nara, the perceptive leader of the Nara clan, inquired, his voice laced with concern. The others nodded in agreement, their curiosity piqued.
Hiruzen's shoulders slumped. "I'm sorry to say, but they both lost their lives defeating the Kyuubi," he announced, his voice heavy with grief.
A wave of sadness washed over the room. Minato and Kushina were two of the strongest ninja in the world, respected and admired by all. The clan heads could scarcely believe they were gone.
"Now I'm about to tell you an S-rank secret," Hiruzen continued, his voice dropping to a hushed tone. "Anybody who leaks this will be executed." Hearing this, everyone gulped. This was a serious matter.
"In order to defeat the Kyuubi, Minato had to seal it away," Hiruzen explained.
Danzo Shimura, the leader of the Root ANBU, spoke up, his voice sharp. "Seal it into what? You cannot seal that much power into an inanimate object."
Hiruzen sighed. "He sealed it inside his own son, Naruto."
Silence descended upon the chamber. The clan heads stared at him, their eyes wide with shock.
Danzo's lips curled into a predatory smile. "You should give him to me," he suggested. "I can mold him into the ultimate weapon." Danzo wouldn't let this opportunity slip away. Naruto, an Uzumaki with Senju blood from Minato's side, was also the vessel of the strongest tailed beast. He had the potential to surpass everyone.
"Absolutely not!" Hiruzen roared, his voice echoing through the chamber. "I will not allow Minato's son to be turned into a lifeless drone!"
All the clan heads agreed, remembering their friendship with Minato and Kushina. They would not allow their child to be turned into a weapon.
"Naruto will be placed in an orphanage," Hiruzen declared, "to live as close to a normal life as possible." He chose not to mention Naruto's special chakra, knowing it would only fuel Danzo's ambitions.
"If that's all," Hiruzen concluded, "the meeting is adjourned."
With that, the meeting concluded, and everyone departed, leaving Danzo to his silent scheming. The fate of Naruto Uzumaki hung in the balance, his life forever altered by the events of this night.
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the bustling streets of Konoha. A small, solitary figure wandered aimlessly, his crimson hair, streaked with gold, catching the fading light. This was Naruto Uzumaki, one of the last of his clan, a five-year-old boy with torn black pants and a dirty white T-shirt, his bright purple eyes filled with confusion and a touch of defiance.
He was walking alone aimlessly because he had been thrown out of the orphanage a few hours ago and had nowhere to go. Everywhere he went, he was met with glares, insults, or simply indifference. The lady at the orphanage had told him he was old enough and smart enough to look after himself, her words laced with disdain as she shoved him out the door.
Naruto had learned to be self-sufficient out of necessity. Neglected and often forgotten, he had resorted to scavenging for scraps in the dead of night, his stomach growling with hunger. It was strange, but he could sense people without seeing them, and he wondered if others had this ability. He knew to be quiet because he had been caught once and brutally punished. Though he healed completely within minutes, it was still painful, and he didn't want to risk getting caught again.
Naruto couldn't understand why he was so different. His stamina, strength, and speed were far beyond those of other children his age, and he began to be feared. He was always moving and fidgeting, finding it hard to sleep. One day, he was abruptly thrown out of the orphanage, told that he was old enough to take care of himself.
Naruto, his heart heavy with loneliness, decided to seek out the Hokage. He had heard stories about the village leader, a wise and powerful old man who resided in the tallest building in Konoha. Surely, the Hokage would help him.
With newfound determination, Naruto set off towards the Hokage Tower. He arrived breathless and anxious, his clothes rumpled, his hair disheveled. He approached the secretary, a stern-faced woman with a sharp gaze. "Can I speak to the Hokage, please?" he asked, his voice small.
The secretary looked down her nose at him, her lips curling into a sneer. "The Hokage will never speak to a demon like you!" she spat. "Get lost!"
Tears welled in Naruto's eyes as he turned to leave. Just then, a warm, grandfatherly voice filled the room. "What's going on here?"
Naruto turned to see an elderly man in long white robes and a wide-brimmed hat. He radiated an aura of authority and kindness.
"This demon scum asked to speak to you, Lord Hokage," the secretary said, her voice dripping with disdain. "But don't worry, I told him you had more important things to do than waste your time with him."
The Hokage's expression hardened. "Don't bother coming back tomorrow," he said to the secretary, his voice firm. "Anyone who treats a child like this doesn't deserve to be my secretary."
The secretary's eyes widened in shock, then narrowed with anger. The Hokage was defending this demon? She glared at Naruto, blaming him for her dismissal, before storming off.
The Hokage, his gaze gentle, turned to Naruto. "Come with me," he said, leading him down a long corridor towards his office.
Naruto, bewildered and hopeful, followed. As they entered the spacious office, Naruto couldn't contain his curiosity. "How do you know me?" he asked.
"I was great friends with your parents," the Hokage explained.
Naruto's eyes widened. "You knew them?!" he exclaimed. "Who are they?"
"I'm sorry, you're too young," the Hokage said gently. "I'll tell you when you're older."
Naruto, though disappointed, accepted this. "So, what brings you here?" the Hokage asked, his voice kind.
Naruto shuffled his feet, embarrassed. "Well, I need a place to stay," he mumbled. "I was kicked out of the orphanage."
The Hokage's expression hardened. "What? Why?" he demanded.
"They said I was old enough to look after myself," Naruto explained, "and that I was a demon."
Hiruzen clenched his fists, inadvertently leaking killer intent. However, Naruto remained oblivious, his own potent chakra acting as a natural shield. Hiruzen took a deep breath and calmed himself, his gaze softening as he observed Naruto. The boy's clothes were worn and dirty, his movements fidgety and restless. His eyes darted around the room, unable to settle. Hiruzen knew this was likely due to the immense chakra surging through him. The poor boy was probably overwhelmed with energy, unable to control it.
"Okay, Naruto, I have an apartment available for you," Hiruzen declared, rising from his chair and placing a reassuring hand on Naruto's shoulder. With a flicker of chakra, they vanished from the office. They reappeared outside a modest apartment complex. Hiruzen led Naruto up several flights of stairs to a room on the top floor. Inside, they found a simple but functional one-room apartment. It had a bed, a small bathroom, a kitchenette, and a few cabinets and closets for storage. "It's not much, but it should be enough for you," Hiruzen said with a kind smile. Naruto, his face beaming with joy, hugged Hiruzen tightly. "Thanks, old man!"
Hiruzen nodded. Before leaving, he handed Naruto an envelope of money and a scroll. "Use this to buy necessities," he instructed. "I'll give you an allowance every month, don't waste it. The scroll is a surprise." With that, he departed, leaving Naruto alone in his new home. Naruto, clutching the envelope and the scroll, felt a warmth spread through him. For the first time in a long time, he felt a glimmer of hope.
Hiruzen had fired all the staff at the orphanage and hired more reliable people to run it. Naruto eagerly opened the scroll soon after Hiruzen left. The contents of the scroll surprised him. There were various books on chakra, ninja history, the basics of fuinjutsu, as well as taijutsu and a training manual. A note on the scroll instructed him to perform the training workout before reading the books, suggesting that exhausting some of his chakra would help him focus. Unbeknownst to Naruto, these were all Uzumaki clan possessions.
Remembering a clearing where he had sensed others training while he was still at the orphanage, Naruto ran out of his apartment and headed there. Upon reaching the clearing, he followed the scroll's instructions and started stretching to warm up. He then unfurled a scroll labeled 'calisthenics.' "What does that mean?" he wondered, opening the scroll to read...
"Calisthenics is the art of using one's own body weight as resistance," the scroll explained. "It is an effective method for building strength, enhancing body control, and developing awareness."
Naruto decided to run laps for speed before starting the calisthenics routine, continuing for three hours until he felt sufficiently warmed up. He then launched into the basic calisthenics routine, which consisted of sets of pushups, squats, and rows using low-hanging tree branches. As instructed by the scroll, he performed each repetition with explosive power, maximizing his strength gains.
A few hours later, drenched in sweat and exhausted but exhilarated, Naruto completed his workout. He had always dreamed of becoming a ninja, and he was determined to take his training seriously.
Exhausted but satisfied, Naruto stumbled back to his apartment. After a refreshing shower and a dinner of instant ramen, he settled down to read the books. He started with the fuinjutsu book, and as soon as he opened it, he was captivated. The concepts seemed to resonate with him on a deep level, as if he were unlocking a hidden language within himself. The possibilities of fuinjutsu fascinated him, and he resolved to master this art. Hours later, he moved on to the book on chakra, eager to understand the foundation of all ninja abilities. He was enthralled by the descriptions of chakra manipulation and the incredible feats it could enable.
He reached the section on unlocking chakra but decided it was too late to attempt the exercises. It was time for bed. He closed the book, switched off the light, and drifted into a deep sleep. Unlike previous nights, his chakra remained contained, its energy focused on healing his tired muscles and rebuilding them, stronger than before.
Naruto awoke early the next day and, after his morning routine, dressed in the new training clothes he found in his closet: black training pants, a black top, and standard ninja sandals. The Hokage must have left them for him. After a quick breakfast, he headed back to the training ground.
He stretched, ran laps, and completed his calisthenics routine. Once finished, he pulled out his book on chakra and sat beneath a shaded tree. He reread the section on unlocking chakra, focusing on the instructions to feel deep within and draw the energy to the surface.
Naruto walked to the middle of the clearing, sat down, and closed his eyes. He focused his senses inward, searching for the warmth the book described. He found it, a subtle warmth deep within his core. He grasped it, gently at first, then with growing confidence, pulling it towards the surface.
Suddenly, his body erupted with an intense surge of light purple chakra. The ground beneath him cracked and cratered under the force of the energy. A whirlwind of purple chakra enveloped him, swirling and crackling with power. After a few minutes, the maelstrom subsided, and Naruto opened his eyes.
To his surprise, Hiruzen was standing nearby, observing him with wide eyes. The Hokage had sensed the massive surge of chakra, unlike anything he had ever encountered. To discover that it originated from Naruto, a five-year-old boy, was astonishing.
"Were you unlocking your chakra?" Hiruzen asked, his voice filled with wonder.
"Yeah, old man," Naruto replied, grinning. "I wanted to unlock it so I could learn fuinjutsu!"
Hiruzen nodded, accepting his answer. "Well, a piece of advice," he offered. "You should also begin chakra control training. With the amount of chakra you possess, control will be your biggest challenge."
Naruto thanked him for the advice. Hiruzen then left Naruto to his training.
Naruto continued reading and discovered some chakra control exercises. The first was tree walking. After reviewing the instructions, he approached a tree, channeled chakra to his feet, and ran towards it. He managed a few steps up the trunk before the bark exploded outward, sending him tumbling to the ground.
"Man, this is hard," he muttered, rubbing his sore back. "But I'm not giving up!"
He got up and tried again, and again, and again. He fell repeatedly, but each time, he got a little further. By late afternoon, he had managed to reach halfway up the tree before his chakra faltered. Satisfied with his progress, he headed home, eager to delve back into the world of fuinjutsu.
Back in his apartment, he unfurled the fuinjutsu scroll once more. This time, he noticed a kanji etched at the bottom. Curious, he channeled chakra into it, and with a puff of smoke, a blank scroll, a brush, and an inkstone materialized. "This must be a calligraphy set for practice," he thought. He decided to practice the basic kanji, focusing on improving his handwriting. As he carefully formed the characters, he felt a sense of peace settle over him. He was finally on the path to becoming a ninja, and he couldn't wait to see what the future held.