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Konoha 51 years

People are coming and going on the bustling street, and the sounds of adults shouting and selling are intertwined with the sounds of children playing and playing.

A small figure with yellow hair quietly blended into the crowd, looking at everything with curiosity, because everything was new and unknown to him.

Uzumaki Naruto

After celebrating my third birthday yesterday, I finally got permission from my third-generation grandfather to play freely in the village and make friends.

So he got up early in the morning and wanted to see the outside world.

"Oh, you..."

Just as Naruto stopped at a mask shop and stared at it with starry eyes, an inappropriate voice suddenly sounded.

"It's him! The monster is out!"

An adult's somewhat frightened voice made the people nearby follow his gaze and look at Naruto.

"It's really him, the monster!"

"Misfortune!"

"Fox!"

"Disaster incarnate!"

"Why did the Third Generation still let him stay in the village? What if he goes crazy and eats people?"

"Get him out of here, get him out of the village!"

"Yes, get out!"

Naruto was pushed away and fell to the ground, and the mask he touched was also thrown to the ground.

It was like Naruto had some kind of curse that no one dared to touch.

They all gathered around Naruto and looked at him with hatred.

Perhaps seeing how young Naruto was, the crowd turned from whispers to angry curses.

Like a river that had been simmering for a long time and broke its dam, hatred and resentment gathered together and attacked Naruto in a torrent.

"Everyone has misunderstood. I am not a monster."

Naruto wanted to explain.

He is not a disaster, not a monster.

This is a misunderstanding.

He is not a monster.

"I'm not a monster, my name is Uzumaki Naruto..."

"Get out!"

"Go away!"

The curses drowned out Naruto's own voice, and Naruto looked confused, as if he was frightened by this scene.

But why is everyone unwilling to listen to his explanation?

Naruto could clearly feel the malice and disgust in the eyes of the adults around him.

So sad.

Naruto felt a pain in his heart. He didn't know what to do, so he had no choice but to follow his subconscious instinct and run towards home.

Perhaps the monster's name was a strong deterrent and no one stopped Naruto from going home.

The crowd moved out of the way, as if they were avoiding a deadly plague.

"Hello, my name is Uzumaki Naruto, can I play with you?"

A day has passed.

Naruto changed his target this time.

he thought.

If you are not liked by adults, then children like yourself will probably make friends with you.

With this thought in mind, Naruto looked longingly at the group of laughing and playing children.

"OK"

Naruto received a response and stepped forward excitedly, wanting to respond to the hard-won kindness.

But soon, the adults came and saw Naruto and took their children to education without hesitation.

After the education, the children began to look at Naruto with strong disgust.

Even if the third-generation grandfather gave me living expenses, I couldn't spend it.

He wanted to buy some daily necessities and food, but the store refused him without hesitation and kicked him out.

Like pushing him out of the mask store yesterday.

"why?"

Naruto thought about this question, but no matter what, he couldn't get an answer.

He was still struggling with how to explain that he was not a demon fox.

The days passed by.

Even though Naruto tried his best to prove to the adults that he was not a monster every day, the malice never dissipated.

And as Naruto appeared more and more frequently, the malice became more intense.

He didn't change anything, but made those people even more hateful, resentful, and angry.

"I am Uzumaki Naruto, I am not a monster, my name is Uzumaki Naruto..."

"Damn monster, do you want to kill us?"

"Go away!"

"Kill him!"

As if his patience had reached its limit, a villager's eyes were red, and a sharp kunai was held in his hand. The cold killing intent made Naruto shrink back.

Naruto looked at the ferocious demon-like people who rushed up to him. He backed away in fear and accidentally fell to the ground. His tears couldn't stop flowing.

"I'm not a monster, I'm not a monster, I'm not a monster."

He was still repeating his explanation.

"........."

Suddenly, a colorful light that didn't seem to exist in the world flashed through, and the whole world seemed to be illusory at this moment.

The villager who was about to hit him was startled, and while retreating, he murmured something unknown.

"Is it God...?"

As if they didn't see it, the others held the weapons in their hands and wanted to step forward to "eliminate the demon".

The light shrank and turned into a small sword one inch long, slowly sinking into Naruto's eyebrows.

Naruto's eyes flashed red.

Wisps of light green air began to appear above the heads of the mob, as if being pulled by an inexplicable force.

"You protect Naruto, I'll stop them."

Two masked ninjas suddenly appeared in front of Naruto, one held Naruto in his arms, and the other pointed the weapon in his hand at the rioting villagers.

The ninja took Naruto and ran away, and part of the light green air flow gradually dissipated with Naruto's sudden departure.

However, most of the light green air flow quickly emerged into Naruto's home.

........

Late night

Naruto sat blankly at home, his face a little dull.

He didn't understand what had happened this morning.

Do they hate themselves so much?

To the point where he wanted to kill himself, Naruto could clearly feel the anger and murderous intent in the eyes of the villagers who wanted to harm him.

Are you really a monster?

Naruto thought about it again and again, but he still couldn't figure out what he had done wrong.

His young body could not withstand such complicated thinking.

He lay on the bed and soon fell asleep.

The whole person huddled under the quilt, as if this could drive away the unpleasantness and avoid the malicious intentions.

........

The pure white land stretches as far as the eye can see

Naruto blinked his confused eyes and woke up from here.

The texture of stone came from the palm of his hand. Naruto pushed himself up and stood up, looking curiously at this strange world.

He is only three years old, and this is the age when he is full of curiosity about everything in the world.

If there was anything different here, apart from a young boy who looked as young as a porcelain doll, the only thing left in front of Naruto was a sword as red as blood jade, surrounded by crimson air.

The sword was no more than three inches long. It was like blood jade, crystal clear and natural. It exuded a cool air. Naruto took a breath and felt very comfortable.

In the pure white space, there was only Naruto and this small jade sword that looked like a collectible.

Naruto couldn't restrain his curiosity, walked forward with his young legs, and slowly touched the small sword with his fingers.

At the moment of contact, the little sword seemed to come alive, and its entire body burst into colorful light, completely covering Naruto's young body.

At the same time, a large amount of information accompanied by the colorful divine light began to be absorbed by him in an orderly manner, giving his brain a strange feeling of coolness.

About three to four minutes passed, and when the light dissipated and was completely absorbed by Naruto, the small jade sword seemed to have wilted all of a sudden, all the brilliance restrained.

Naruto himself stood there blankly, not knowing whether he was frightened or accepting the large amount of information that suddenly poured into his mind.

I don't know how long it took before Naruto seemed to have recovered and murmured to himself:

"Cultivation...immortal...supernatural power...inheritance"