51 years of Konoha.
Three years after the Nine-Tails Rebellion.
Village Entrance
"Konoha, I'm back!"
A young man with short blond hair stood at the entrance of the village. Looking at the renovated village, he smiled bitterly.
"After all, am I back too late?"
He had short blond hair, a long sword at his waist, and a bag on his back. The most eye-catching thing about him was not his hair that resembled the Fourth Hokage's, but his handsome face and his torn clothes. The contrast made him appear extremely contradictory.
If it weren't for the Konoha-exclusive ninja forehead protector on his forehead, he would look more like a traveler than a ninja. His name is Sato Akira. He is a time traveler. At the same time, he is also the adopted son of the Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze, and the nominal brother of the Nine-Tails Jinchūriki, Uzumaki Naruto.
However, Sato Akira left Konoha for a mission three years ago and returned today. Naruto was not born at that time, so he might not know of this brother's existence. Moreover, as a time traveler, Sato Akira, who is familiar with the plot of Naruto, naturally knows the kind of dark and lightless childhood the Nine-Tails Jinchūriki went through. It was a burden that even an adult might not be able to bear, but it was deeply pressed on young Naruto. It was the Fourth Hokage and his wife who fought to the death to protect Konoha. However, their descendants were treated like that. The descendants of heroes, huh, how ridiculous!
Taking a deep breath, Sato Akira restrained his gaze and walked towards the village. Three years ago, he left for a C-level mission, and it took him three years to complete it. Now that he has returned, he must protect this weak brother!
After registering his identity, Sato Akira ignored the strange looks from the registering ninja and walked into the village. The streets along the way were prosperous and full of laughter. After walking for about half an hour, Sato Akira arrived at Naruto's home in his memory. It was Naruto's home, not the Fourth Hokage's. How could the Fourth Hokage and his wife leave such a broken place for their son?
Pushing open the door, a musty smell hit him. Sato Akira frowned and pushed the door open completely. What caught his eyes was just like what he saw in the anime in his previous life: disheveled clothes, instant noodle buckets everywhere, and milk that had expired a long time ago but was still consumed. Even though he had anticipated it, Sato Akira's heart still ached when he actually saw this scene. According to the time, Naruto is only a three-year-old child now. A three-year-old child only has these daily meals.
Sarutobi! You remember your father's instructions so well! Before he could suppress the anger in his heart, a figure appeared in front of Sato Akira the next moment. Familiar dog-head mask. Anbu.
"Without the order of the Third Hokage, you are not allowed to approach the residence of the demon fox!" A cold tone came towards him. Demon fox? Looking at the dog-head mask, Sato Akira sneered.
"Did Sarutobi Hiruzen order this?"
"How dare you call the Third Hokage by his name!" The Anbu was furious, glaring at Sato Akira, even with chakra flowing through his body, showing signs of taking action.
At this moment, Sato Akira, who had not moved, moved. He drew his sword with one hand and swung it violently. The long sword reflected the light and directly nailed the Anbu to the wall with a single strike. The Anbu wanted to break free, but at this time, Sato Akira's cold voice came again.
"I advise you not to move. The life of an Anbu is nothing in my eyes." After looking directly into Sato Akira's eyes for a few breaths, the Anbu finally lowered his head and gave up struggling.
Sato Akira drew his sword and skillfully shook off the blood drops on the sword. "Clean up the house. When I come back, I want to see a clean house." After saying this, the long sword returned to its sheath. Only the Anbu with a dull face was left. At that moment, he felt the breath of death. That was, what a terrifying swordsmanship, what a terrifying sword speed.
Sato Akira had already left. The Anbu looked at the dirty and messy house, hesitated for a long time, and finally walked in.
Under the sunset.
**Konoha Park**
"Koji, go home!"
"Daichi, it's time for dinner!"
"Here we go!"
"Everyone's home!"
"Mom!"
The little girl's surprised cry sounded particularly harsh under the setting sun. The children who had gathered together suddenly dispersed, like birds returning to their nests, and found their own homes in an instant. Only one person was staring at the scenes in front of him in a daze, with some envy. His heart was full of desire.
At this moment, a parent glanced at the lonely figure under the light with his peripheral vision, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes. He looked at his child in reproach:
"What are you doing!"
"Didn't I tell you not to play with that child!"
"Come on! Go!"
Several people walked in a hurry, as if they had seen some terrifying monster, and hurriedly avoided it.
"Shikamaru, go home!"
"Choji, you too!"
At this time, two more figures came over, each greeting their own children.
"Goodbye, Naruto!"
"Goodbye!"
The two greeted each other, and then hurriedly shook their father's hand, with smiles on their faces. Only Naruto was alone, looking at the figure that was going away, his face full of loneliness. The setting sun was still there, shining everywhere, but the light bathing the small figure still couldn't dispel the darkness in his heart.
When Sato Akira arrived, he saw such a scene. Is it really like this? Looking at everything in front of him, Sato Akira was touched, and then walked over quickly. Under the setting sun, a big and a small, two people confronted each other.
"Are you here to pick up your brother and sister?" After a long time, the small one finally spoke. "But everyone here has left! You probably can't pick them up!" "But I can help you find them!" As he said that, Naruto showed his signature smile and raised his thumb. "I am the man who wants to become Hokage!"
Very sunny. Very sunny. Anyone who sees such a smile will probably be infected and smile as well. But Sato Akira couldn't smile, but was silent instead.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Naruto was a little curious when he found something strange.
Sato Akira looked at the petite figure in front of him, the messy hair, the yellow-haired boy wearing slightly worn-out and dusty clothes. He really looks like his father! Taking a step forward, shaking his head to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Sato Akira stretched out his hand, pinched Naruto's ear directly, and lifted it up with force, grinning.
"My foolish brother, I'm here to take you home!"