The Omnipresent Shinobi

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He had seen Hashirama’s victory, the sealing inside Mito Uzumaki. He had seen Kushina’s quiet strength, how she had carried Kurama within her, never breaking under the burden of his hatred.

And then

The night of his birth.
The masked man, the one called Obito, wrenching Kurama from his mother’s body, the chains of the Sharingan forcing him into battle once more. The massacre. The burning streets of Konoha. The bodies.

His father. His mother.
His mother’s chains holding Kurama back, the beast roaring in rage and despair.

And then.

The final moment.
Kurama’s great claw, streaking toward the newborn child, toward him.
Minato and Kushina’s bodies, shielding him. Blood splattering across the cold night air.

The sealing.
The pain.

"You have suffered," he said softly, looking up at the imprisoned beast. "Again and again, you were taken, used, and caged."

Kurama bared his fangs. "Spare me your pity, child."

Naruto remained unfazed.

"I'm not pitying you. Just telling the truth."

The fox growled. "And what would you know of truth?"

Naruto’s eyes, so small, yet so vast, darkened, holding something ancient, something terrifying.

"Everything."

Kurama stilled.

For the first time in centuries, he felt something unsettling.

This child…

There was something else within him.

Something even a god would fear.

And in that moment, Kurama knew

Naruto Uzumaki was far from normal.

---

Naruto learned early that kindness was rare.

The villagers avoided him. Shopkeepers chased him away. Adults whispered when they thought he couldn’t hear.

But then, there was Ichiraku Ramen.

He had stumbled upon the tiny stand while running from an angry vendor. The scent of warm broth and fresh noodles stopped him in his tracks, his empty stomach twisting painfully.

A man with kind eyes and a warm smile had stepped out.

"Hungry, kid?"

Naruto hesitated, waiting for the usual insults. The rejection.

But Teuchi simply smiled wider.

"Then come on in. First bowl’s on me."

Naruto had been stunned.

And when the first taste of ramen hit his tongue, he had nearly cried.

From that day on, Ichiraku Ramen became his sanctuary.

---

Academy Life – The Outcast

Naruto quickly realized the Academy was not a place for him.

The instructors hated him. They ignored him, sabotaged his training, dismissed his progress.

The students whispered behind his back, mocked him when he failed, avoided sitting near him.

So Naruto isolated himself.

He stopped raising his hand. Stopped trying to make friends. Stopped caring.

He simply existed.

But still, the dreams never stopped.

He saw the past. The future. The cracks in reality.

And far beyond the mortal world, gods were watching him.

---

The Gathering of the Gods

In a plane beyond mortal comprehension, the gods of the Naruto world convened.

Their topic of discussion?

Naruto Uzumaki.

"The boy is dangerous."

"His existence threatens us all."

"His power surpasses anything we’ve seen."

The Goddess of Destiny stepped forward.

"He is the Child of Prophecy," she declared. "His fate is interwoven with this world’s salvation."

Another god scoffed. "Fate is malleable. We can choose another."

A voice, deeper than the abyss, rumbled through the chamber.

The Shinigami spoke
"I will not partake in this."

The gods turned.

"Why?" one asked.

The Shinigami’s golden eyes gleamed in the darkness.

"The Uzumakis have always amused me. And this child… he is different. I will not stain my hands with his blood."

Silence.

Then, the vote was cast.

The majority decided.

Naruto Uzumaki must die.

Tbc