5 years later

A/N: Sorry for not uploading for a while I was busy working, as compensation I will be posting 2 chapters, 1 today and 1 tomorrow :) Please comment if you want certain things to ahhen in the story and don't forget to support me @ P@reon

October 10th: 5 years later

Five years have gone by, since then I have been mistreated similarly to how Naruto was, some form of mental protection seemed to have developed as only after turning 5 did my memories return, along with my abilities. This meant that I could initiate my next plan as Chakra would be available to me along with the beginnings of physical training. People mostly showing disdain or indifference when seeing me near them was a daily event and recently their looks had turned colder reminding me of today's date.

This being my fifth birthday, the Orphanage's people decide that it would be a good idea to leave me outside the orphanage when it neared night. Which due to my knowledge of Naruto I know that I either hide, or get beat until I'm an inch away from death. The latter of which I didn't want to experience in the slightest.

I hid, I climbed up one of the many trees in Konoha and I made myself the smallest I could become. I saw the masses gathering in the squares having fun at the festival. I soon noticed a small group separate from the rest of the joyful crowd, entering back alleys, from my knowledge of Naruto I knew that that was a bad sign and my decision to hide myself was cemented in my mind as one of the best ideas I had had throughout the entirety of my existence, unfortunately that was the moment that I remembered that ninjas were part of the equation and then I realised that I was royally screwed, even without any sensory Ninja it would still be possible to find a Chakra-less child seeing as right now, even the weakest Genin could beat me.

Sure enough they found me, calling out to the rest, "We've found him, the demon brat!", I attempted to run away but seeing as my body was that of a weak, malnourished five year old, I'm caught in less than thirty seconds.

My screams echo throughout Konoha, only hidden by the loud fireworks that light up the skies, words such as "DEMON" carved slowly and meticulously into my flesh, reinforced with Chakra to make sure to leave a scar, my nails pulled out of my fingers, only to have my regeneration grow them back and have the process repeat, ribs, arms, spine, legs, all broken and recovered in a near endless cycle spanning the night, until morning struck and they left.

As a result of my previous experiences I noticed that it was at the 1 tomoe state and I seemed to instinctively know that simply by reaching the three tomoe state I would unlock the MS.

Having arrived at the Orphanage's doorstep, a painful process filled with stumbling and limping, I proceeded to find my bedding area destroyed, things strewn all over the floor. The sneers of the Matrons easily visible on their faces. I lean down picking up the sheets and mattress, slightly yellowed with age, placing them back in the corner that was my sleeping area. Fists clenched and eyes burning with hatred, I decide that I will train harder than ever before, I will push myself to my physical limits so that I can take revenge on those that have abused me.

I am conscious that none of this would have happened had I chosen another body to inhabit but I felt bad for Naruto anyhow, so in conclusion genocide will happen, one way or another.

I have now set my belongings in place, I switch out of the bloodied and dirty, bright orange, clothes into a white muscle-shirt, some black Shinobi pants and black Ninja sandals. 

I walk outside into the great forests of Konoha, I approach training ground 44, also known as "The Forest of Death"