Konoha Never See The Nine Tail Demon Fox

Naruto set tonight's dinner on the table and listened to the ticking of the clock in the room. For a moment, he felt as though he was completely alone in the world.

It had been a few years since he arrived in this world. Although Naruto had grown accustomed to solitude, an emptiness still lingered in his heart. He looked down at the steak in his lunchbox, picked it up with chopsticks, and took a bite, mentally noting his progress.

Constitution +1

Over the years, Naruto had eaten a lot of systematic food in the sealed space. However, the benefits of eating these foods inside the sealed space seemed minimal compared to the outside world. It made sense, Naruto thought. After all, the self within the sealed space was a conscious entity.

As for the colorful, flashy foods from the system, Naruto was too cautious to try them out. The potential effects of these items were far too unpredictable. He worried that consuming them might lead to disastrous consequences in the real world, like dying instantly after eating.

Naruto had also experimented with taking out a cubic meter of stone from the system, only to find he couldn't even lift it. The stone fell through the wooden floor of his apartment, causing a commotion below. The Konoha civilians were startled by the incident, with a massive square stone crashing through two families' homes. If the stone had been shifted just a bit more, it might have pierced through three homes in one go.

The Third Hokage had to step in, apologize, and compensate the affected families. The villagers, understandably, were not pleased. From then on, Naruto was the only occupant of that building. He had learned firsthand just how dangerous his system's items could be. The thought of accidentally causing mass destruction with a simple cobblestone was frightening.

Naruto was even wary of drinking the milk from the system, fearing that if it adapted to the outside world, it could be disastrous—like destroying the Nine-Tails within him.

Though he still used the system for slightly normal food, which did enhance his strength, he had to be extremely cautious. The idea of testing out more props was intimidating; Naruto was concerned about causing problems for Konoha Village or even the entire ninja world.

Just as he was pondering, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"KouKou——"

"Naruto-chan, are you at home?"

It was the Third Hokage's voice.

"Coming!" Naruto quickly finished his meal, threw the lunchbox into the sink, wiped his mouth, and walked to the door.

Before opening it, he rubbed his face with his little hands and put on his most innocent expression. Acting like a child in front of the Third Hokage was sometimes a difficult task for him.

He opened the door slowly.

"Hello, Grandpa Third Generation."

"Little Naruto, Grandpa is here to see you again."

The Third Hokage greeted him with a warm smile and raised his hand to pat Naruto's head. Naruto's face turned red with embarrassment and irritation as he quickly dodged the gesture.

The Third Hokage chuckled, not taking it personally. After all, children often had their quirks. He reminded himself of his own grandson, Konohamaru, who was similarly rambunctious.

"Here you go, Naruto. This is this month's pocket money."

The Hokage handed Naruto a few bills and placed a Ninja School notice on the table.

However, the Third Hokage was puzzled. Naruto's peculiar bloodline limit had been a source of confusion. Several years ago, Naruto had accidentally caused a disturbance with stones, leading to a realization of his unusual ability. Initially, the Hokage thought Naruto's bloodline limit was related to Earth Style, but it soon became clear that it wasn't just stones Naruto could channel.

Naruto could bring out clods, seeds, hoes, axes, and even animals and everyday items. His talent for farming was unmatched in the ninja world. The Third Hokage often wondered if Naruto's future as a farmer might have been a waste given his heritage.

Yet, the Hokage knew Naruto's lineage was remarkable. His father, the Fourth Hokage, was a legendary figure, and his mother's sealing techniques were unmatched. Naruto was destined to be a powerful force as the Jinchūriki of the Nine-Tails.

So, the Hokage couldn't fathom why Naruto's bloodline limit seemed so irrelevant for a ninja. The idea of channeling an axe during a fight was absurd. How could a ninja use a wooden axe to break defenses?

The Third Hokage spent two nights contemplating Naruto's situation but couldn't resolve the issue. It seemed that Naruto's bloodline limit was of no use to ninja combat.

"I know, Grandpa."

"I'm looking forward to going to school."

"Thank you, Grandpa. I'm really looking forward to it."

Naruto said as he carved a miniature Minecraft model. He had once wondered if Minato, his father, had somehow affected him during his rescue, leading to his unusual behaviors.

"Little Naruto, remember to go outside more and make new friends. Don't stay cooped up inside all the time."

Naruto thought to himself, "Go outside? To be taunted and smeared with honey? Or to deal with everyone's stares?"

He much preferred staying home and watching over his foxes.

"I know, Grandpa."

Naruto tilted his head and responded innocently, though in his heart he felt a mix of frustration and determination.

As the Third Hokage left, Naruto began washing his dishes and tidying up. He glanced at the Ninja School admission notice on the desk, contemplating the new chapter of his life.

A few hours later, the streets were empty, as most people had retreated indoors. With the Hokage's frequent visits and increased scrutiny, Naruto preferred staying out of sight. He had learned that rumors about him being the Nine-Tails' reincarnation had led to unwanted attention.

If only he were older and stronger, he thought, he could easily fend off any troublemakers. For now, he would stick to his plans and avoid unnecessary encounters. The Third Hokage's presence was annoying, but Naruto knew he had to endure it for now.

After sending the Hokage away, Naruto resumed his carving, focusing on his miniature model. He was determined to navigate his unique situation and look forward to whatever came next.