(Five Years After Kyuubi Attack)
The Hokage's office was quiet—too quiet for Naruto Uzumaki's liking.
He shifted restlessly in the chair, his short legs swinging back and forth, barely touching the floor. He had been waiting for the old man, Hiruzen Sarutobi, for what felt like forever. His patience had never been great, and being in a room full of so many papers, books, and locked drawers only made his curiosity burn hotter.
His bright blue eyes darted around, scanning the walls. There were four large portraits hanging in a neat row, each one holding the image of a man who had once ruled the village. Naruto had seen them before but never really paid attention. His gaze flickered from the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, to the Second, Tobirama Senju, and then to the Third, the old man himself.
Then his eyes landed on the Fourth Hokage.
Something about this man always made Naruto feel... weird. He didn't know why. He had spiky blond hair, just like Naruto. His face had a softness to it, but his eyes were strong, determined—almost warm. Naruto tilted his head, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn't quite piece together.
"Why do I feel like I've seen you before?"
He didn't have much time to dwell on it before a strange feeling crept up his spine.
A pull. A whisper in the back of his mind.
It wasn't a voice, exactly, but a deep instinct. His Uzumaki blood was restless, and he had long learned to trust it. It was the same instinct that warned him when people in the village wanted to hurt him, the same gut feeling that told him to duck when someone threw something at his head.
But this time, it was different.
His body moved before his mind could catch up. He stood from the chair, stepping closer to the Fourth Hokage's portrait. His small hands reached out, hesitating for only a second before gripping the edges of the frame.
"Behind this..."
He had felt it before, every time he was in the office. Something was calling to him from behind this very spot, but he had never dared to act on it. The old man would always keep an eye on him, and Naruto didn't like when people messed with his head. He had seen it before—how the old man would stare at him sometimes, like he was looking for something inside him. Naruto hated it.
But right now, the old man wasn't here.
With a quiet breath, he lifted the portrait.
Behind it, embedded in the wall, was a hidden safe. His heartbeat quickened. He had found something. Something important.
The lock on the safe wasn't complicated—at least, not for someone like Naruto, who had spent years figuring out how to sneak into places he wasn't supposed to. He played with it, twisting and clicking, until finally, it gave way with a soft clack. The door creaked open, revealing two neatly rolled-up scrolls.
His fingers hesitated before reaching for them. One had the kanji for Namikaze on it. The other had Uzumaki-Senju.
The names meant nothing to him, but for some reason, just looking at them made his chest feel tight. He could feel it—these were important. These were his.
Before he could open them, a sound echoed through the hallway outside. Footsteps.
His heart leaped into his throat.
In a flash, he tucked both scrolls into his oversized orange jacket, pressing them tightly against his chest to make sure they wouldn't fall out. He quickly pushed the safe door shut, adjusting the portrait back into place just as the footsteps neared the door.
His escape route was already planned—he had used it plenty of times before.
With practiced silence, he crept to the window, eased it open just enough to slip through, and dropped down onto the roof below. He crouched low, pressing himself against the tiles as the door to the office opened behind him.
"Hokage-sama?" a voice asked from inside.
Naruto didn't stick around to listen.
With a final glance at the office, he dashed across the rooftops, heading straight for the forest—the only place in the village where he could be alone.
Tonight, he would find out the truth.
(Few Moments Later)
The deep forest outside Konoha was Naruto's true home.
Unlike the village, where people glared at him and whispered behind his back, the forest never judged him. Here, the wind rustled through the trees like a soft lullaby, the scent of damp earth filled the air, and the thick foliage provided cover from anyone who might try to find him.
His special hiding place was an old hollowed-out tree, hidden between jagged rocks and thick vines. No one ever came here. It was his—a place where he could be alone, safe from the world.
Breathing heavily from his run, Naruto crouched low, checking his surroundings. His sharp instincts told him no one had followed him. The old man's shinobi were good, but they weren't that good. Satisfied, he ducked inside the hollow, pulling out the two scrolls from his jacket.
He stared at them for a moment, his fingers tightening around the edges.
Two names. One he recognized—Uzumaki—because it was his last name. The other—Namikaze—felt unfamiliar.
His stomach twisted in anticipation. What if this explains everything?
Slowly, he picked up the yellow scroll marked Namikaze and unrolled it.
His eyes widened as he read the first line.
To my son, Namikaze-Uzumaki-Senju Naruto.
Naruto's breath caught in his throat. My son?
His heart pounded as he continued reading.
If you are reading this, then something has gone terribly wrong. I had hoped to be there for you, to raise you, to teach you everything I know. But if this letter has reached you in my absence, then I am sorry, my son.
My name is Minato Namikaze, and I am—no, I was—the Fourth Hokage of Konohagakure. But more importantly, I am your father.
The world around Naruto seemed to blur. His hands trembled as he clutched the scroll tighter.
"The Fourth... Hokage?"
He forced himself to keep reading, his mind racing.
You must have so many questions, and I wish I could answer them in person. I never wanted you to grow up alone, but your mother and I had no choice.
On the night you were born, a terrible disaster struck the village. The Nine-Tails—Kyūbi no Yōko—attacked, killing many and nearly destroying Konoha. Your mother, Kushina, was the previous Jinchūriki of the Kyūbi, and on that night, the seal holding it inside her broke.
Naruto froze.
His stomach twisted painfully. He had always known about the Kyūbi—everyone in the village made sure he never forgot. They called him a monster, a demon. But this… this was different.
I had no choice but to stop the Kyūbi before it destroyed everything. But sealing it back inside Kushina would have killed her instantly. The only way to save the village was to seal the beast into a newborn. And you, my son, were the only one who could handle it because of your Uzumaki blood.
Naruto's vision blurred. His hands clenched so tightly around the parchment that it nearly tore.
"They put it inside me?"
All the hatred, all the loneliness—it wasn't because he was the Kyūbi. It was because the Fourth Hokage, his father, had sealed it inside him.
I never wanted this for you. If there had been any other way, I would have taken it. But I had faith that Konoha would see you as a hero—the boy who saved them all.
A bitter laugh escaped Naruto's lips.
"A hero?"
The village had never treated him like a hero. They had called him a curse, a demon brat. They had hurt him, ignored him, wished he didn't exist.
His fingers dug into the parchment as he forced himself to read on.
I know this is not enough. No words can make up for what you have suffered. But I need you to know this: Your mother and I loved you more than anything in this world.
We wanted to see you grow, to be there for you, to watch you become strong. If we had a choice, we would have never left you alone.
Please, Naruto, never doubt this. We love you. We always will.
With Love, Your Father.
Naruto stared at it, his vision swimming with unshed tears.
For years, he had thought no one loved him. No one wanted him. He had convinced himself that he was alone, that he had always been alone.
But that wasn't true.
He had a father. A mother. They had loved him. They had wanted him.
His breath hitched as he clutched the scroll to his chest.
For the first time in his life, Naruto felt something warm in his heart.
But mixed with that warmth, deep inside, something else was growing.
A burning, unshakable determination.
This village had taken everything from him—his family, his childhood, his happiness. They had lied to him, treated him like trash while praising the very man who had given his life for them.
Naruto wiped his eyes, taking a deep breath.
He wasn't just some orphan.
He was Namikaze-Uzumaki-Senju Naruto and he would make sure the world never forgot that name.
Naruto sat in the hollowed-out tree, his heartbeat still racing from the last letter.
His father—Namikaze Minato—was the Fourth Hokage. The same man the village worshipped, the same man who had sealed the Kyūbi inside him. His mind was still trying to process it all, but another scroll rested in his lap, its red paper smooth beneath his fingertips.
Uzumaki-Senju.
He recognized the first name—it was his. The second? He wasn't sure.
Taking a shaky breath, he unrolled the scroll and began to read.
To my precious baby boy,
If you are reading this, then fate has been crueler than I ever wished. I wanted nothing more than to watch you grow, to hold you, to see you laugh. But if this letter has reached you, it means that your father and I are gone.
My sweet child, there is so much you do not know about yourself—about our bloodline, about our family, about your birthright. It pains me that I am not there to tell you this in person, but I have left this letter in the hopes that one day, you will find it.
Naruto's breath caught in his throat. He could almost hear the voice of the woman who had written this. A voice he had never heard before but somehow felt familiar.
His mother.
My name is Uzumaki Kushina or my full name is Senju-Uzumaki Kushina but you can call me kaa-chan since I am your mother.
His grip on the scroll tightened. He forced himself to keep reading, his eyes moving hungrily over each word.
You carry the name Uzumaki and Senju with pride, as I once did. But you must know, Naruto, that you are more than just an orphan of Konoha. You are the last prince of a fallen kingdom.
His breath hitched.
I was born in Whirlpool Country, the land of whirlpools, where the Uzumaki Clan ruled for generations. Our people were warriors, scholars, and masters of the sealing arts. We were feared and respected across the world. But during the Second Shinobi War, many feared our power and sought to destroy us. Kiri, Kumo, and Iwa worked together to erase us from existence. The village of Uzushiogakure fell, and my family was slaughtered. I was one of the few survivors, taken in by Konoha.
But what the world does not know, what even Konoha has forgotten, is that the Uzumaki were more than just seal masters. We were warriors who wielded weapons of legend—Zanpakutō.
Naruto frowned. Zanpakutō?
The Zanpakutō are sacred weapons, bound to the soul of their wielder. Only those of the Uzumaki Royal Bloodline can awaken them. These blades are more than just tools; they are extensions of ourselves, spirits that reflect our strength and heart. The First Hokage's wife, my grandmother, Mito Uzumaki, my father Uzumaki Arashi and other members of our royal family carried one. I carried one. And now, my son, so will you.
His fingers twitched. A sword? A weapon meant only for him?
You must understand, Naruto—you are not only an Uzumaki, but also a Senju by blood.
His entire body went still.
My mother was Natsumi Senju, the youngest daughter of Hashirama Senju, the First Hokage and Uzumaki Mito, she married into Uzumaki Royal Family to my father your grandfather, Arashi Uzumaki. That means you, my son, are the great-grandson of the First Hokage and the great-grandnephew of the Second Hokage. You carry the legacy of two of the greatest clans to ever exist.
His mind reeled.
He wasn't just an orphan. He wasn't just the son of the Fourth Hokage.
He was the great-grandson of the First Hokage.
The great-grandnephew of the Second Hokage.
Lastly he was the prince to Whirlpool Country.
He felt dizzy, his breath coming in short gasps. Why… why did no one ever tell me?
We believed Konoha would treat you well, that they would honor our sacrifices. But we also had our doubts. If you are reading this, I am afraid our worst fears have come true.
Naruto clenched his fists. They knew. They knew the village might hate me.
But my son, you are not powerless. You are not weak. Within you flows the blood of two of the strongest clans in history. And with it, you carry a power that no one else in this world possesses.
I have left behind a seal for you. The moment you touch it, it will awaken the slumbering spirit within you—the spirit of your Zanpakutō. It will guide you, protect you, and make you stronger than you ever imagined.
Always remember, Naruto, you are loved. You were never unwanted. You are the last heir of Uzushiogakure. The last prince of the Uzumaki.
Never let anyone make you feel otherwise.
With all my love,
Your mother, Kushina Uzumaki
Naruto stared at the scroll, his hands trembling.
Everything he knew about himself had just shattered.
He wasn't just Naruto, the orphan, the dead-last, the unwanted child of Konoha.
He was Naruto Namikaze-Uzumaki-Senju. The last prince of a fallen kingdom. The great-grandson of the First Hokage, son of fourth hokage, grandson of king and queen, son of a princess. The heir to a power no one else had.
His entire life, he had been treated like trash, like he was nothing.
But that was a lie.
He was something.
And Konoha had tried to bury it.
Slowly, his gaze fell to the bottom of the scroll, where a single red seal was drawn.
His mother had said this would awaken his Zanpakutō. A weapon only the royal Uzumaki could wield.
His fingers hovered over the seal, his breath coming in short gasps.
And then, he pressed his hand down.
A bright red light exploded from the parchment, engulfing the hollow tree in a fiery glow. Wind whipped around him, and for a moment, Naruto felt like he was floating.
Then, everything went dark.
(Naruto's Mindscape)
Naruto felt himself floating in a vast, endless space, weightless yet aware. The moment he touched the seal his mother had left for him, everything had changed. The forest, the cool breeze, the sound of rustling leaves—all of it vanished in an instant, replaced by a surreal world where the sky shifted between deep crimson, icy blue, shimmering violet, and consuming darkness. The air was thick with power, a presence so overwhelming that it sent shivers down his spine.
Then he felt them.
Four distinct energies, each powerful, each suffocating in its own way, yet none of them hostile. It was as if they had been waiting, watching, anticipating his arrival.
A sudden burst of heat made him flinch, the warmth not painful but scorching in its intensity. Flames erupted in front of him, swirling like a wildfire given form, before condensing into a tall figure stepping out from the inferno. She had long, crimson hair that flowed like flames themselves, wild and untamed, and golden eyes that burned with something fierce, something protective, something ancient. She stood tall, arms crossed, wearing a battle-worn kimono trimmed with patterns of fire, her presence like a raging storm that could not be contained.
She smirked at him, fangs peeking through her lips as she looked him over. "So, this is the brat I've been waiting for? Hah, about damn time."
Naruto blinked, unsure if he should be offended or confused. "Uh… what?"
The woman let out a short laugh, full of amusement and a little bit of condescension. "You're small, but I can feel it—there's fire in you, just waiting to be unleashed. That's good. I only partner with warriors. Not cowards."
Naruto felt something stir inside him at her words, a deep, primal recognition. "Who… are you?"
She smirked wider. "The name's Enjō. I am the flames of destruction, the fire that will burn down everything in your way. And now, brat, I'm yours."
Naruto barely had time to process that before the heat disappeared, replaced by an overwhelming cold that bit into his skin. Frost spread beneath his feet, and a chill settled deep in his bones. His breath came out in small puffs of mist, and then, stepping forward as if she had always been there, was another woman.
She was tall and elegant, her presence sharp and biting like the edge of a frozen blade. Her long, silver hair cascaded down her back, her pale blue eyes watching him with cool calculation, as if analyzing everything about him in a single glance. She wore an icy-blue kimono, pristine and untouched, the patterns resembling frozen rivers under the light of the moon.
She regarded him silently for a long moment before speaking, her voice smooth and cold, like steel dipped in frost. "Hmph. So you are the one destined to wield me."
Naruto shivered slightly but straightened his back, forcing himself to hold her gaze. "Yeah, I guess?"
The woman stepped closer, raising his chin with a single gloved finger, her touch ice-cold against his skin. "You are small, but potential lingers within you… raw, untamed, buried deep. I will shape you, refine you, mold you into something unbreakable."
She let go and took a step back, her expression unreadable. "I am Hyōga. The frozen blade that will cut through your enemies with absolute precision. My power is yours, should you prove worthy of it."
Naruto exhaled, realizing he had been holding his breath. The contrast between Enjō and Hyōga was startling—fire and ice, both equally powerful yet opposite in nature. Before he could respond, the space around him hummed, a deep resonance vibrating through his bones, sending static shivers across his skin.
Another figure emerged, moving with deliberate, measured steps. She was draped in deep red, her presence neither blazing nor frigid, but something in between—controlled, restrained, yet undeniably powerful. Her hair was the color of dried blood, cascading down her back in gentle waves, and her golden eyes shimmered with intelligence and hidden danger. Unlike Enjō's wild nature or Hyōga's sharp precision, she exuded an aura of absolute control.
She carried a folding war fan, tapping it lightly against her shoulder as she observed him. "Interesting," she murmured, tilting her head slightly. "You are young, but you already understand pain. That's good. It means you can grow."
Naruto swallowed. "Who… are you?"
She gave a slow, deliberate bow, her expression unreadable. "I am Shinku. The blade that resonates with destruction, the force that shatters all in its path. I am the voice of power, and now, I am yours."
Naruto didn't know why, but her words sent a thrill through him. There was something about the way she spoke, the way she carried herself, that made him feel as though he was standing before a force of nature itself.
She tapped her fan lightly against his chest, making his heart jump. "But do not mistake power for recklessness, boy. Power without control is meaningless. I will ensure you do not waste what is being given to you."
He nodded quickly, understanding that this woman was not someone to be taken lightly. "Got it!"
She smirked slightly. "Good boy."
Then, everything shifted. The world around him twisted unnaturally, the colors distorting, shadows stretching and curling like living things. A dense mist rolled in, obscuring everything around him, making the air thick and heavy.
And then, stepping through the haze as if she had always been there, was the fourth and final presence.
She was draped in flowing black and violet silk, her movements almost unnatural, like a wraith gliding through the abyss. Her long, raven-black hair floated behind her, untouched by gravity, her violet eyes swirling with hypnotic patterns, endless and consuming.
She smiled, slow and knowing, her lips curving as if she had already seen the entire conversation before it even began. Naruto felt a chill—not the kind that came from cold, but the kind that came from being watched.
She spoke, her voice soft yet resonating through the air, whispering yet all-consuming. "Oh, my dear little wielder… you finally arrived."
Naruto hesitated. "And you are…?"
She chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. "I am Kageyomi, child. The reflection of truth, the architect of nightmares, the dream within a dream. I am the one who will ensure you are never truly seen until you desire it."
She stepped closer, trailing a single finger along his cheek. "With me, reality bends. Lies become truth. Truth becomes whatever you wish it to be."
Naruto gulped. "That… that sounds really overpowered."
Kageyomi laughed, slow and amused. "Oh, my little wielder… you have no idea."
The four spirits smiled.
Naruto took a deep breath, feeling the weight of their gazes on him. It was overwhelming—four powerful presences standing before him, each with an energy so strong it made his body tremble. Yet, despite their sheer power, he didn't feel threatened. Instead, he felt something… different. Something he had never truly felt before.
He felt wanted.
Enjō, the fiery warrior, smirked as she stepped forward, her golden eyes burning with intensity. "So, brat, tell me something—have you ever actually fought for yourself?"
Naruto blinked, caught off guard. "What do you mean? I fight all the time! Those stupid villagers always—"
Enjō scoffed, cutting him off. "I didn't ask if you've defended yourself. I asked if you've fought for yourself. Not just surviving, not just running—fighting."
Naruto opened his mouth, then shut it. A memory surfaced—his tiny fists swinging at drunken villagers who chased him, his attempts to fight back against the academy instructors who always rigged his tests. But had he ever fought for himself? Not just out of desperation, but for his own sake? For his own growth?
Enjō chuckled at his silence. "Thought so. That changes today."
Before Naruto could respond, a cold hand rested on his shoulder, sending a shiver down his spine.
"You cannot expect him to fight when he has never been given the tools to do so," Hyōga stated, her voice calm but cutting. "A blade is not sharp simply because it exists—it must be refined. Hardened. Tempered."
Enjō huffed. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Ice queen over here wants to make him all disciplined and proper." She leaned in close to Naruto, her heat radiating against his skin. "Me? I wanna see what happens when you burn."
Naruto gulped, shifting his gaze between the two. "I… think I need both?"
Hyōga's cold blue eyes met his, and for a moment, he thought he saw approval flicker across her face. "Hmph. At least you are not entirely foolish."
A slow clap echoed through the space. "Oh, how exciting," Shinku mused, her golden eyes shimmering with amusement. "The boy understands balance. That's a good start."
Naruto frowned. "You say that like I'm some project you guys are working on."
Shinku chuckled, her fan tapping against her palm. "That's exactly what you are, dear wielder. A raw gem, uncut, unpolished… but brimming with potential."
Naruto straightened his back. "Then help me! All of you! I… I want to be stronger. I don't want to run anymore. I don't want to be weak!"
Silence fell over the space.
Then, Kageyomi giggled, her ethereal voice weaving into the air like a melody laced with secrets. "Oh, little wielder… such conviction. Such determination." Her violet eyes gleamed with unreadable amusement. "Do you truly understand what strength means?"
Naruto clenched his fists. "Yeah! It means not letting people push me around anymore! It means protecting myself and the people who actually care about me!"
Kageyomi smiled, slow and knowing. "Then I will grant you the sight to see what is hidden… and the shadows to remain unseen when you must." She raised a hand, and suddenly, Naruto's vision shifted.
For a brief moment, he saw himself—not as he was, but as others saw him. He watched as his small form flickered and changed, reflecting the expectations of those who looked at him. Some saw a weak orphan, others saw a failure, a demon, a fool. But no one saw him. The real him.
Naruto gasped, staggering backward as his vision returned to normal. "W-What the hell was that?"
Kageyomi chuckled. "That, my dear wielder, was the truth. People do not see what is—only what they wish to see. And now, with my power, they will never see what you do not wish to show."
A slow realization dawned on him. "You mean… I can control how people see me?"
Kageyomi's smile widened. "Precisely."
Naruto swallowed. That… that was terrifying. But also amazing.
Enjō crossed her arms. "Hah! That's some sneaky shit. Not my style, but I'll admit, it's useful."
Hyōga inclined her head slightly. "A powerful tool… when used wisely."
Shinku tapped her fan against her chin, her smirk growing. "And when used unwisely? Oh, how delicious the consequences will be."
Naruto felt a bead of sweat form on his forehead. "You guys are kinda scary."
Enjō barked out a laugh. "Damn right we are!"
Naruto sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Alright… so what happens now?"
Enjō cracked her knuckles. "Now? Now we train."
Hyōga nodded. "You must learn to wield us properly."
Shinku's eyes gleamed. "We will forge you into something truly… formidable."
Kageyomi tilted her head, her violet gaze piercing. "And in the process, you will learn to see… and be unseen."
Naruto felt his heart pound in his chest. This was real. This was happening. He wasn't just some kid being tossed aside anymore. He had power—real power. And for the first time in his life… he had people, or rather spirits, who believed in him.
A grin slowly spread across his face. "Then let's get started!"
The four spirits shared a knowing glance, their expressions ranging from amusement to satisfaction.
Enjō grinned. "Good answer, brat."
Hyōga sighed but nodded. "Let us begin."
Shinku chuckled. "This will be fun."
Kageyomi's smile deepened. "Oh, yes… very fun indeed."
And with that, Naruto's training truly began.
(Author Notes)
Please review, if you like it or not.
Pairings Yugao, Hinata, Koyuki...for now
This story will be a godlike Naruto, he will have good battles but won't be beaten.
Course of Naruto will be revealed in next chapter and I will try to update this weekly as I have college and internship.
Thank you all for reading.
The only thing I will take from other animes are character names and use them wrt to Ninja World
The minor crossover from bleach is zanpakuto for royal uzumaki family.