Darkening Naruto's self-cultivation

"This is...me." Naruto looked at his former self who was constantly being beaten.

After the beating, little Naruto got up from the ground and dragged his exhausted body towards his home.

By some mistake, Naruto caught up with little Naruto.

Suddenly, little Naruto's body stopped as if the pause button had been clicked, his right foot hung steadily in the air, and even the gust of wind that blew by stopped.

Naruto stretched out his hand and waved it in front of little Naruto with a look of astonishment, but little Naruto didn't react.

It was as if the whole world had been suspended.

"What's going on?" Naruto swallowed, a little scared.

"This world is a projection of the future."

"He doesn't have the power of the Shinigami." The dark and strange Shinigami appeared in front of Naruto and whispered.

"I don't have...the power of Death" Naruto looked at little Naruto with some confusion.

Same as myself.

There was also anger and resentment in little Naruto's eyes.

"What exactly is the power of death?" Naruto was filled with confusion.

"This is a gift from God. To put it simply, you are a god." Death whispered in Naruto's ear.

"Kami, I want to be a human." Naruto shook his head.

The figure of the third generation grandfather appeared in Naruto's mind.

That's the only one who cares about himself.

That feeling is very warm.

"I want to become Hokage and be recognized by everyone." Naruto said word by word.

The god of death fell silent and disappeared between heaven and earth in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the time of this world seemed to have been pressed to continue, and little Naruto continued his actions.

Go home, cook instant noodles, and then the Third Hokage comes to visit.

Like himself, he has the desire to become Hokage.

Naruto just watched the life of little Naruto quietly.

Still being bullied and looked down upon.

There was just one more person who cared about him.

"This is me." Naruto wiped his eyes and said.

No one responded to him, only little Naruto continued to live his life.

The screen turns.

Came to a boundary.

Hiruzen Sarutobi was half-kneeling on the ground, covered in wounds. Standing in front of him was a man with pale skin. Strangely, the man's face was shrouded in white mist, making it difficult to see his specific appearance.

"Teacher, you are really old." The pale-skinned man said coldly.

His snake-like pupils revealed a cruel look.

The scarlet tongue stretched out and gently licked the dry lips.

Sarutobi Hiruzen struggled to hold on to the ground, blood constantly spurting out of his mouth.

"Orochimaru..." The difficult words came out of his mouth.

"Third generation grandpa" Naruto immediately shouted anxiously.

The Third Hokage was the first person to care about him so much.

Anxious Naruto immediately rushed towards the grinning Orochimaru and punched him.

"Wow." The fist passed through Orochimaru's chest. Orochimaru still maintained a terrifying smile, and slowly raised the Kusanagi sword in his hand.

Naruto understood that to this world, he was just a passerby.

That's it.

He can't do anything.

He could only watch as the Third Hokage was killed.

Sarutobi Hiruzen summoned the Golden Cudgel and faced Orochimaru.

"Bang bang bang." Naruto's ears were filled with the sound of weapons clashing.

In sight, Sarutobi Hiruzen quickly took the seal.

"The zombies are sealed." A black shadow appeared behind Orochimaru.

Orochimaru looked horrified, recalling the Kusanagi sword that was knocked away and stabbed the third generation.

Sarutobi Hiruzen's body was constantly penetrated by the Kusanagi sword.

But Sarutobi Hiruzen's gaze was like a torch, staring closely at Orochimaru's spirit body.

The hand of death kept tugging at Orochimaru's soul.

Due to the lack of strength in Sarutobi Hiruzen's body, his life was rapidly draining away.

In desperation, Hiruzen Sarutobi could only use the power of death to destroy Orochimaru's hands, making him unable to form seals forever.

Sarutobi Hiruzen's chest was already bloody. After doing all this, he slowly fell to the ground with a smile on his face. In a daze, he seemed to see Orochimaru in his childhood, his beloved disciple.

"The will of fire...will spread." He looked at his beloved and protected Konoha again, and finally closed his eyes, unable to sleep for a long time.

Orochimaru, whose arms were abolished, suddenly let out a heart-rending roar.

The voice was mixed with pain and anger.

And resentment.

The war was over, Orochimaru left Konoha under the cover of his subordinates, but Konoha lost their Hokage forever.

Naruto stood there solemnly, looking at the cold corpse of the Third Hokage. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Naruto leaned over and retched.

He vomited out all the instant noodles he had eaten with a look of horror on his face.

"Third-generation grandfather...is dead." His tone was full of disbelief.

The pillar of Konoha, the person who cares about him, will die in the future

He suddenly remembered what Death once said.

"This is your future trajectory without the power of Death."

He struggled to look at the notes in his hand and fell into silence.

"Should I use my power to help the third generation grandfather change the ending?" he thought tangledly.

"But I want to be human."

After hesitating for a long time, he put away his notes and decided in his mind: "Let's take it one step at a time."

At least he remembered the man's name.

Orochimaru.

His eyes flashed, and Naruto's consciousness returned to the bedroom.

He looked nervously at his body and smelled his clothes.

There is no peculiar smell.

It was as if everything that had happened before was just a movie.

Naruto, who was a little shaken, took a quick shower and then lay down on the bed to get some rest.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, confused again.

Should I tell the third generation that I have the power of death?

Will you lose the only person who cares about you?

Tonight, Naruto tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Day two.

Naruto got up early.

Although he slept for less than five hours, he was still energetic.

He could feel the changes in his body caused by the power of death.

He looked in the mirror and saw that his pupils were pure blue, with no black at all.

He breathed a sigh of relief, so that he could pretend that nothing happened, become Konoha's Uzumaki Naruto with peace of mind, and enjoy the kindness that his third generation grandfather treated him.

He prepared himself a bowl of instant noodles with eggs as a celebration.

It's just that this celebration is a bit unfortunate.

The eggs are rancid.

Naruto threw the egg into the trash can and finished the rest of the instant noodles.

Facing the rising sun, he showed a pure smile.

"Yoshi, it's a new day, I am Uzumaki Naruto"