Chapter:2
The night smelled of blood and rain.
Naruto stood in the center of the ruined street, his breath slow, controlled, his body still buzzing with power. Around him, the last remnants of his former life lay in the mud—corpses of villagers, charred ruins of market stalls, and the lingering embers of his own hatred.
It should have felt wrong.
It didn't.
His fingers twitched, coated in crimson, but for the first time, he wasn't shaking from fear or pain. He was shaking from something else.
Satisfaction.
This was the truth.
They had always told him he was a demon. Always feared him, hated him. Tonight, he had stopped denying it. He had embraced it.
And it had felt good.
The rain was already washing away the blood from the street, but the memories would never be erased. He could still hear their screams, still see the fear in their eyes when they realized that he wasn't just the beaten-down orphan they had mocked for years. He was something greater. Something they should have feared long ago.
But this was only the beginning.
His red eyes lifted toward the Hokage Monument, where the carved faces of Konoha's greatest heroes stood, watching over the village like silent gods.
His father's face was there.
Minato Namikaze—the Fourth Hokage. The man who had given his life to seal the beast inside his own son.
For years, Naruto had wondered if it had been an act of love. If his father had truly believed he could grow up to be a hero, someone who would protect the village in his place.
Now he saw the truth.
It hadn't been love. It had been convenience.
Minato hadn't saved him. He had used him.
And now, the village his father had died for was about to burn.
The Awakening
A sharp pulse of chakra surged through his veins, stronger than anything he had felt before. The red aura around him thickened, twisting, shifting, almost alive.
Kurama's laughter rumbled in the back of his mind.
"I knew this day would come."
Naruto's lips curled into a slow, wicked grin. "You did, huh?"
"I have waited… years. Waited for you to break free of these chains. To stop groveling at their feet like a pathetic child."
Naruto chuckled, rolling his shoulders as his body adjusted to the new power coursing through him. "You were right," he admitted. "All these years… I was a fool. Begging for scraps of their kindness."
His fingers flexed, and a sharp wave of chakra erupted from his palm, shattering a wooden cart nearby. The sheer force of it sent debris flying, embedding splinters into the stone walls.
"And now?" Kurama purred.
Naruto exhaled, letting the power consume him. "Now… I take what I want."
Thunder roared above him.
Somewhere in the distance, he could hear the sounds of approaching shinobi—ANBU, most likely, coming to investigate the disturbance.
Let them come.
They would fall like the rest.
The First Opponent
The first shinobi appeared in a blur, landing on a rooftop just ahead. His white mask gleamed in the dim light, his katana already drawn. A second ANBU appeared to his right, then a third. Within moments, five elite shinobi surrounded Naruto, their bodies tense, ready for battle.
Naruto only smiled.
One of them spoke, his voice sharp and commanding. "Naruto Uzumaki, by order of the Hokage, you are to stand down immediately."
Naruto tilted his head, pretending to consider it. "Stand down?" he repeated. "That's funny. You weren't saying that when your villagers were beating me into the dirt an hour ago."
The ANBU didn't respond.
Typical. They didn't care about justice. They only cared about keeping their precious village in order.
Naruto took a slow step forward.
The ANBU reacted instantly. The first one launched forward, blade flashing. Naruto moved faster.
He ducked beneath the strike, vanishing from sight.
A heartbeat later, he was behind his attacker. A single, brutal strike to the back of the neck sent the shinobi crashing to the ground. Before the others could react, Naruto extended his hand—a blackened Rasengan forming in his palm.
With a smirk, he slammed it into the fallen ANBU's spine.
A sickening crack echoed through the street.
The shinobi didn't scream. His body simply crumpled, lifeless.
For a moment, there was only silence.
Then—chaos.
The remaining ANBU lunged at him in perfect synchronization, their movements flawless, their coordination seamless. But it didn't matter. They were weak.
Naruto weaved between them effortlessly, every strike dodged with ease. He could feel their hesitation, their fear. They had come expecting to capture a misguided boy.
They had found a monster instead.
Naruto caught one of them by the wrist, twisting until bones snapped like twigs. The shinobi screamed, but Naruto silenced him with a palm against his chest—another black Rasengan detonating on impact.
Blood sprayed.
The final three hesitated.
Naruto grinned. "You're not running?" he mocked. "You should."
One of them threw a flurry of kunai, hoping to force him back. Naruto didn't move. The weapons melted away before they even reached him, devoured by the sheer pressure of his chakra.
Desperation flickered in their eyes.
They knew they couldn't win.
Naruto let them understand it for one perfect moment.
Then he struck.
A blur of motion—one shinobi's throat torn out with a single swipe of his claws. The second one impaled by a kunai to the heart. The last? Naruto let him run.
He wanted the village to know.
To fear.
The Dawn of a New Era
Naruto stood amidst the bodies, his chest rising and falling steadily. The rain had begun to let up, the first hints of morning light creeping over the horizon.
Konoha would wake to the news soon.
They would learn that the boy they had cast aside, the orphan they had mocked, the so-called "child of prophecy" had finally become what they feared most.
A demon.
No—something more.
Something unstoppable.
Naruto turned toward the Hokage Tower in the distance, where the village's leader still slept, unaware of the storm that had just begun.
Tonight had been fun.
But the true destruction…
Was yet to come.
With one final glance at the bodies around him, Naruto vanished into the darkness, leaving nothing but death in his wake.