Chapter 1 Naruto, you can call me uncle.

"It's been three years, it's been three years. I don't know how many people still remember my Blue Flash name after all this time."

In Konoha, on top of the towering wall, a silhouette stands looking at the prosperous village below.

Looking from this position, you can see the rock shadow heads carved on the rock wall behind the village. The last one has the youngest face.

"Where is my poor nephew now?"

brush!

Namikaze Mirai jumped from the high wall, his body arced in mid-air, and he fell into the village below. The sun shone on his angular profile.

And...that brilliant blond hair.

"who!?"

The ninjas stationed on the wall of Konoha were sweating profusely and chased the figure that jumped into the village in panic.

This is Konoha, the leader of the five great ninja villages! ! How could a ninja break in so easily and treat their defense as if it were nothing?

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

"Wait! Why does that person look familiar?"

Looking at the golden hair shining in the sun, one of them looked shocked, and a trace of confusion arose in his heart.

After this brief hesitation, the figure swished a few times and disappeared into the buildings of Konoha.

"It's better to inform the Hokage quickly. If that person really comes back, something big will happen to the village..."

Thinking of what had happened in the village in the past few years and the man's illustrious reputation, the two couldn't help but shudder.

Not good.

Something big is going to happen!

…

On the streets of Konoha, there is an endless stream of people coming and going. The shouts of vendors and the sounds of children nestling in their parents' arms and acting coquettishly come together, making it very lively.

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

The thin orange top has become yellow and wrinkled after being starched many times. The taupe pants are also full of dirty marks. The dark yellow cheeks look depressed.

"Is that the kid?"

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

"Demon fox!"

The sounds of curses and contempt pierced into the three-year-old Naruto's heart like needles, making the light in his blue eyes dim like soaked coals.

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

"Why doesn't this guy die?"

Malice enveloped Naruto like black tentacles, suffocating and suppressing him, making it impossible to breathe.

Three-year-old Naruto walked down the street with his head lowered, without any rebuttal, silently enduring the malice that even an adult could bear.

He didn't know why he had to encounter all this, why he had to be reviled by these people. It seemed that he had been suffering from all this since he was born.

He was numb.

Naruto's step suddenly stopped, and his eyes stayed on a mask hanging on the shop opposite, and the dim eyes suddenly lit up slightly.

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

He wants this mask.

His immature hands groped in the holey pocket, only to find a few scattered coins.

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

Three-year-old Naruto opened his palms, as if sharing his most precious treasure, and handed them over a few coins, looking towards the middle-aged merchant with longing and hope in his blue eyes.

Snap!

The hard mask was viciously hit on Naruto's forehead by the vendor, making a snapping sound like a broken egg.

"It hurts! It hurts, it hurts!!!"

Naruto fell backwards under the unexpected attack and sat heavily on the ground.

"Stinky demon fox! Don't come here and dirty my shop! If you want it, I'll give it to you!"

The red patterned fox mask bounced on the ground a few times and rolled to Naruto's feet. Naruto's eyes were filled with liquid for a moment, and before it could flow out, the gloating curses around him drowned him like a suffocation.

"This is how you treat the demon fox! Who allowed him to kill so many villagers!"

"The demon fox and the fox mask really match each other!"

"Did you see that? Don't play with this guy. He's really scary!"

…

Naruto, who was only three years old, couldn't bear it any longer, and tears rolled down from his eyes.

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

He could only ask questions like mosquitoes chirping over and over again.

Why did he suffer such unfair treatment?

Why do these adults inflict all their malice on him who is only three years old?

What did he do wrong?

But his weak voice was instantly drowned in the gloating scorn surrounding him.

These villagers watching the excitement were like vultures smelling the stench of corpses, swarming up and biting Naruto's flesh and blood.

The mask lying on the ground was picked up by a big hand, and the dust on it was gently patted away. Then he knelt 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 met the man in front of him, he felt a special sense of intimacy in his heart.

That was something he had never felt before.

Namikaze Mirai stood up, and when he turned around, his eyes were already cold.

"apologize to him!"

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

The merchant narrowed his eyes and looked at Namikaze Mirai with an unkind look.

"Where did you come from? Why haven't I seen you in the village? Do you have some invisible connection with this demon fox?"

The surrounding villagers looked at Namikaze Mirai with surprise, and some even whispered and sneered.

Namikaze Mirai has been away from the village for too long, and many villagers have forgotten his existence.

Even though some villagers thought it looked familiar, they couldn't recall it for a while.

"I don't like to do it a second time."

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

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

"Private Marseille! Forgive me!!!"

The vendor who had been so stubborn a second ago immediately gave in and knelt down suddenly, tears streaming down his face, and kowtowing like garlic.

The unpleasant smell escaped from his crotch, soaking most of his pants.

Facing this terrifying pressure, even a chuunin who has experienced hundreds of battles cannot bear it, let alone a ninja who is not even a merchant?

The eyes of the onlookers were full of horror, and the terrifying oppression also spread to them. Although it was not as strong as what the traders felt, it was far from what they could bear.

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

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

"Who...is it?"

Naruto asked hoarsely with his nose sore.

The majestic figure crouched down, with a gentle smile in his blue eyes, and gently stroked his hair. The golden hair shone dazzlingly under the refraction of the sun.

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

"uncle."