Chapter 1 Naruto, you can call me uncle.

"It's been three years. It's been three years. I wonder how many people still remember my name, Blue Flash."

In Konoha, on top of the towering wall, a figure stood looking melancholy at the prosperous village below.

From this position, you can see the rock shadow heads carved into the rock wall behind the village. The last face is the youngest.

"Where is my poor nephew now?"

brush!
Namikaze Mirai jumped down from the high wall, his body drew an arc in the air, and fell into the village below, the sunlight shining on his angular profile.

And... that glorious blond hair.

"who!?"

The ninja stationed on the wall of Konoha was sweating profusely and chased after the figure that jumped into the village in panic.

This is Konoha, the first of the five great ninja villages! ! How could a ninja break in so easily, ignoring their defenses!

If the Hokage knew about this, they would be in big trouble!

"Wait! Why does that person look familiar?"

Looking at the golden hair gleaming in the sun, one of them looked astonished and a little confused.

After this brief hesitation, the figure whizzed away and disappeared into the buildings of Konoha.

"We should inform the Hokage immediately. If that person really comes back, something bad might happen to the village..."

Thinking about what had happened in the village in recent years and that man's notorious reputation, the two men couldn't help but shudder.

Not good.

Something big is about to happen!
……

The streets of Konoha were bustling with people. The sounds of hawkers' calls and children's coquettish voices nestled in their parents' arms blended together, making the place very lively.

In such an atmosphere, there was a lonely figure walking alone in the corner of the street.

The thin orange shirt had turned yellow and wrinkled from being washed so many times, and the gray-brown pants were also covered with dirt and tears. His face was dark yellow and he looked listless.

"That's the kid, right?"

"Stay away from him and don't play with him!"

"Demon fox!"

The sounds of cursing and spitting pierced into the three-year-old Naruto's heart like needles, making the light in his blue eyes dim like wet charcoal.

"So many people died in the village, including the Yondaime and his wife, all because of him!"

"Why doesn't this guy just die?"

Malice, like black tentacles, wrapped around Naruto, suffocating, suppressing, and making it impossible to breathe.

The three-year-old Naruto walked down the street with his head down, without any rebuttal, silently enduring the malice that even adults could hardly bear.

He didn't know why he had to go through all this, why he was cursed by these people, as if he had been enduring all this since he was born.

He has become numb.

Naruto's steps suddenly stopped, his eyes rested on a mask hanging on the shop opposite, and his dull eyes suddenly lit up slightly.

On the mask, simple red patterns outlined a bright red fox face, and Naruto suddenly felt a desire for this mask.

He wanted this mask.

The tender hand groped in the pocket and only felt a few scattered coins.

"Uncle, can I use this money to buy that mask..."

The three-year-old Naruto spread out his palms as if he was sharing his most precious treasure, holding the coins and handing them over, his deep blue eyes looking at the middle-aged vendor with desire and hope.

pat!

The hard mask was smashed viciously against Naruto's forehead by the vendor, making a cracking sound like an egg breaking.

“It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!!!”

Naruto fell backwards under this unexpected attack and sat heavily on the ground. "Smelly fox! Don't come over and dirty my shop! If you want it, I'll give it to you!"

The fox mask with red patterns bounced a few times on the ground and rolled to Naruto's feet. Naruto's eyes were instantly filled with liquid, but before it could flow out, the gloating curses around him suffocated him.

"This is how you treat the fox demon! He killed so many villagers!"

"The fox demon and the fox mask are a perfect match!"

"See? Don't play with this guy. It's so creepy!"

……

Naruto, who was only three years old, couldn't hold back any longer, and tears as big as beans rolled down from his eyes.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me? What did I do wrong?"

He could only ask mosquito-like questions over and over again.

Why did he have to suffer such unfair treatment?
Why did these adults inflict all this malice on him who was only three years old?
What did he do wrong?
But his weak voice was instantly drowned out by the gloating and scornful voices around him.

These villagers who were watching the fun swarmed over like vultures smelling the stench of a corpse, biting Naruto's flesh and blood.

The mask lying on the ground was picked up by a big hand, which gently brushed off the dust. Then the hand squatted down and put the mask into Naruto's hand.

Naruto stopped crying, he raised his head and stared blankly at the gentle smiling face.

Somehow, although he had never seen the man in front of him before, he felt a special sense of intimacy in his heart.

It was a feeling he had never experienced before.

Namikaze Mirai stood up, and when she turned around, her eyes were already cold.

"apologize to him!"

"Apologize? Apologize to this disaster? What a joke!"

The vendor narrowed his eyes, looking at Namikaze Mirai with an unfriendly look.

The villagers who were watching from the surrounding area also looked at Namikaze Mirai with surprise, some even whispered and sneered.

Namikaze Mirai has been away from the village for so long that many villagers have forgotten his existence.

Even if some villagers felt that the person looked familiar, they could not remember where he was at the moment.

“I don’t like repeating myself a second time.”

Several arcs of lightning flashed in Namikaze Mirai's blue eyes, and the electromagnetic force moved slightly, compressing the surrounding air. A terrifying oppression instantly enveloped the street.

In the three wars, the number of ninjas who died at his hands was even higher than that of the Yellow Flash!

"Private Marseille! Forgive me!!!"

The vendor who had been stubborn the previous second immediately gave in, knelt down suddenly, tears streaming down his face, and kowtowed repeatedly.

A fishy and unpleasant smell emanated from his crotch, soaking most of his pants.

Faced with this terrifying pressure, even a seasoned jonin would find it hard to bear it, let alone him who was not even a ninja and a merchant?

The eyes of the onlookers were filled with fear, and the terrifying oppression also spread to them. Although it was not as strong as what the vendors felt, it was far beyond what they could bear.

Naruto, who was sitting on the ground, looked at the back with a light in his eyes. The place where he was was the only safe haven in this terrifying oppression.

This was the first time that someone stood in front of him and protected him from the wind and rain.

"Who are you?"

Naruto asked hoarsely with a sore nose.

The tall figure crouched down, his blue eyes filled with a gentle smile, and he gently stroked his hair. The golden hair shone brightly under the refraction of the sunlight.

"I'm your father's younger brother, you can call me..."

"uncle."

(End of this chapter)