Chapter 1:
The night was thick with rain, each drop hammering against the rooftops of Konoha like the steady beat of a funeral drum. Dark clouds stretched across the sky, blotting out the moon and leaving the village in eerie darkness. The streets were mostly empty—only the occasional shinobi patrolled the roads, their footsteps lost beneath the storm.
But in the shadow of an alley, curled against a damp stone wall, Naruto Uzumaki shivered.
His jacket was torn, soaked in a mixture of rain and blood. His face was bruised, one eye swollen, his bottom lip split open. His fingers twitched against the mud as he tried to push himself up, but the moment he moved, pain flared through his ribs like fire.
He hated this.
He hated them.
The villagers who had done this to him.
It had started like it always did—whispers behind his back, glares thrown his way. But tonight, they had acted on their hatred. They had cornered him, dragged him into this alley, and beaten him senseless.
"The demon brat thinks he belongs here?"
"It should've been you who died that night."
"You think just because you're a ninja, we have to accept you?"
The words echoed in his skull, louder than the thunder crashing overhead.
He had tried to fight back.
At first, he had swung his fists wildly, landing a hit on one of them. That had only made it worse. The kicks had come harder, fists slamming into his stomach, his chest, his face. Someone had grabbed a broken bottle and slashed at his arm. The only reason he was still alive was because they had grown bored.
They had walked away laughing, leaving him here like trash.
Naruto gasped, his breath shaky as he wiped the blood from his mouth. His hands were trembling, but not from pain.
From rage.
A familiar warmth stirred deep inside him—a heat that spread through his veins, curling around his broken bones like a whisper of power.
"You feel it, don't you?"
The voice slithered through his mind, dark and deep, like a growl in the back of his head. It was always there, lurking beneath the surface, waiting for moments like this.
"They'll never accept you."
Naruto squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head.
"They will."
"They won't."
His breath hitched as something inside him twisted. A low hum vibrated in his chest, and the pain in his body began to fade, replaced by something else.
Something dangerous.
He didn't even realize he was standing until he heard the crunch beneath his foot. He looked down, blinking at the bloodied kunai half-buried in the mud.
One of the villagers must have dropped it in the fight.
He bent down, fingers curling around the handle.
A crack of thunder lit up the street beyond the alley. A shadow flickered at the edge of his vision.
Naruto turned his head slowly, his red-stained eyes landing on a man standing at the mouth of the alleyway. One of the villagers from earlier.
The man had stopped mid-step, his face pale, his body stiff. He was staring at Naruto—not at his wounds, not at the kunai in his grip—but at his eyes.
The realization made Naruto's lips part.
His reflection in the puddle below showed what had happened.
His bright blue eyes were gone.
Now, in their place, were slits of burning crimson.
The villager took a step back.
"I-Impossible," he whispered.
Naruto tilted his head. He could smell the fear rolling off the man. His heartbeat was erratic, his body trembling. It was different from before. When they had beaten him, they had looked at him like trash. Like he was beneath them.
But now…
Now he saw it.
A grin stretched across Naruto's bloodied lips.
He took a slow step forward.
The villager turned to run.
Naruto moved.
Faster than he had ever moved before, his body blurring through the rain. He barely felt himself grab the man's throat, barely realized he had slammed him against the wall.
The villager gasped, fingers clawing at Naruto's grip, his eyes bulging.
"N-Naruto," he choked. "L-Let me g—"
CRACK.
The man's body went limp.
Naruto let go, watching as the lifeless corpse slumped to the ground.
He stared at the body.
Then at his hands.
The same hands that had saved people. That had reached out, hoping someone—anyone—would take them.
Now, those hands were stained red.
And for the first time in his life…
It felt right.
A new kind of warmth spread through his chest, stronger than before. He could feel Kurama's chakra twisting inside him, curling around his heart like a dark promise.
He exhaled slowly, savoring the moment.
Then he turned back toward the street.
More people had gathered, drawn by the noise. Their faces were a mix of shock and horror.
Naruto took a step forward.
They took a step back.
A cruel laugh bubbled up in his throat.
They had spent years looking down on him. Treating him like a monster.
Now, they finally got to see the truth.
He was a monster.
And tonight, he would make sure they never forgot it.
Naruto raised his hand, fingers curling. The air around him rippled with energy. The ground trembled as crimson chakra exploded from his body, forming into a raging aura.
The villagers screamed as the pressure hit them, some dropping to their knees, others scrambling backward.
"N-Naruto, stop!" someone cried.
Naruto smiled.
And then he vanished.
The first man barely had time to blink before Naruto was in front of him, a kunai slicing clean across his throat. Blood splattered across the rain-soaked ground.
A woman turned to run—Naruto grabbed her by the hair and slammed her face into the wall, cracking her skull.
A shinobi rushed forward, hands glowing with chakra—Naruto caught the wrist mid-strike and twisted. The sickening snap of bone filled the air, followed by a scream.
It wasn't enough.
They had taken everything from him.
It was only fair he took everything from them.
Naruto lifted his hand, palm facing forward. The air around him shook as he focused his
Please give me more power stone for more chapters ❤️.