The Hidden Leaf Village — the village concealed among the leaves. A proud part of the Land of Fire, it stood as one of the greatest, if not the strongest, shinobi villages in the world. From its founding, it had produced countless legends:
Hashirama Senju, the Father of All Shinobi; Madara Uchiha, the Ghost of the Uchiha; and many more whose names echoed through history.
The Leaf was revered across the land — but also feared. For within its borders was sealed the greatest threat the world had ever known: the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox.
How could such a monster be contained?
Through a Jinchūriki — a person chosen to host a Tailed Beast. Over the years, villages had begun to use them as weapons of war and for other terrible deeds. The Nine Tails itself had been sealed into different hosts throughout history. And now, it resided in a certain child. Who was that child?
The answer was a boy. Naruto Uzumaki.
On the day of his birth, disaster struck.
During the fragile moments of childbirth, a disturbance caused the Nine Tails to break free from its previous host — Naruto's mother, Kushina Uzumaki. The beast unleashed chaos and destruction upon the village.
Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage and Naruto's father, made the ultimate sacrifice to save the Leaf. He sealed the Nine Tails within his newborn son — binding the burden to a baby who had only just entered the world.
From that day forward, Naruto carried the weight of the village's hatred. The adults who had survived the attack saw not a boy, but the demon fox that had taken their loved ones. They whispered, they scorned, they shunned him.
A cruel world for a child to be born into.
And yet, Naruto, bright and stubborn as the sun, refused to be broken. He vowed that one day, he would make everyone acknowledge him — He would become Hokage, and prove them all wrong.
That is the story of Naruto Uzumaki.
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Inside a small apartment building, a young boy lay sprawled across his bed, sleeping in the weirdest position imaginable. His room was messy — clothes scattered, a cracked alarm clock blinking on the floor, and empty cups on the desk. This blonde-haired boy was none other than Naruto Uzumaki.
Suddenly, he jolted awake, sitting up with a groggy yawn. Leaning his back against the wall, he blinked blearily around the unfamiliar room.
'What the hell...?' he thought, confused.
Nothing looked right. The bed, the posters, the worn-out furniture — none of it felt like his.
That's because it wasn't. This wasn't the same Naruto anymore. A young teen from another world — a massive Naruto fan — had somehow possessed the body of the original Naruto Uzumaki, becoming the new Naruto.
He rubbed his face with both hands, pausing when he noticed how small they were.
"Why am I so small?" he muttered out loud.
He could feel something else, too — a strange pulsing inside him, like a network of invisible energy running through his body.
'Man, I don't know what that is... but why is there so much of it?' he thought, frowning.
Curious, he hopped off the bed and stumbled over to a cracked mirror hanging by the door. The moment he caught sight of his reflection, he froze.
Bright blue eyes. Messy blonde hair. Whisker-like marks on his cheeks.
"I'm Naruto!!" he shouted, shock blasting through him.
He pressed his hands to his face, poking and prodding in disbelief. Blonde. Blue-eyed.
'Damn, I'm cute,' he thought, grinning.
'How could a village hate such a cute kid?'
Sighing, he turned his gaze around the room again. The mess made him cringe.
Dragging himself over to the window, he yanked open the blinds, letting in a flood of warm sunlight.
The apartment was tiny and rundown, but it was livable — especially for someone forced to live alone at such a young age.
'Seriously, how the hell did they leave a kid living like this? Damn Hiruzen... dude was such a lame Hokage,' he thought bitterly.
'Whatever. I'm eleven now. In a year, the actual story starts. So... what should I do until then?'
He grinned to himself. Before this crazy situation, he had been a massive Naruto fan — read every manga chapter, watched every anime episode, played every game... (Except Boruto — he refused to acknowledge Boruto's existence and lived a much happier life because of it.)
As memories of the story flooded back, he couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration.
Naruto — the real Naruto — had so much potential. He could have been unstoppable. But no, the story ended up wasting him, sidelining his growth all for the sake of chasing Sasuke. All that potential, snubbed.
'Fuck, I hated that,' he thought, clenching his fists. 'But now? Now I can change that. I'll make sure this Naruto — me — becomes strong as hell before the story reaches its climax. No more wasted potential.'
He smirked, rubbing his hands together in classic evil villain fashion. 'Also... why not build a harem while I'm at it?'
Laughing to himself, he stared out the window at the village he would soon make his own.
Naruto sat back down on his messy bed, resting his elbows on his knees as he began plotting his next move. He had a lot of knowledge about the Naruto world — battle techniques, chakra natures, major events — but right now, with adrenaline rushing through him, it was hard to recall anything clearly. Everything was a blur.
After a minute of trying to calm down, he decided to keep it simple. Start with a plan. He rummaged through the drawers and found an old, half-empty notebook. Flipping to a clean page, he grabbed a pencil and began writing out the rough outline of his future training regime.
In the original series, Naruto had been seen as talentless and, frankly, kind of an idiot. That underdog quality had made him relatable — lovable, even. But this time?
There was no room for mediocrity.
He planned to be the strongest of his generation — stronger than Sasuke, Neji, even prodigies like Gaara. It wouldn't be easy, but he was ready to pay whatever price it took.
'Okay, let's start listing what I need to learn right now,' he thought, feeling a surge of excitement.
His hand tightened around the pencil as he started jotting down his ideas — each stroke of the lead a step toward the future he would carve with his own hands.
No more wasted potential.
No more being left behind.
This was a new Naruto — and the world just didn't know it yet.
TO BE CONTINUED
[ A/N: That's the first chapter. Hope you guys enjoyed]