Unleashed Fury

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Yet, he did not yell aloud about this sudden power. He did not have visions if crushing Uchiha Sasuke in school. He did not have dreams of the Sandaime Hokage looking depressed while the blonde wore his hat. No, he did not dream these things. Everyone who hurt him! Everyone who tortured him!

Everyone who beat him! He could think of nothing but yesterday. How he would have liked nothing more than watch the dirt streets drink the blood of civilians, just as they had made him do. He had nearly died yesterday, but old Naruto died yesterday, the one who was full of dreams of acceptance and a dream of becoming Hokage.

None of that mattered. What did matter was that Naruto was absolutely angry. Yet now, he had a way to defend himself. He had a way to fight back! He had away to make them very afraid of him!

Naruto turned back to the blood and he noticed it hardened. As if in response to his anger, the blood grew sharp and thin like a very small needle. A deep breath from the blonde and he watched it become a formless liquid again. "Now...how do I make you...go away?" Naruto wondered. No sooner than him asking, the blood slowly withdrew back into the cut he had made and his finger was healed as if he had never been stabbed in the first place. Naruto stared at his finger for minutes.

It was only because of the clock in his room that he broke his trance. It was time for school. THe very thought made the young boy even angrier. Yes, time for school. As if being humiliated and beaten wasn't enough. No. He did not need them. Not Mizuki. Not Suzume.

Not Iruka! HE NEEDED NONE OF THEM!

Naruto filled up one of his backpacks with supplies and dashed out of the door. He didn't know where he was going but it was much better than ever going to school. Screw them. Screw the lot of them! He'd be lucky if the teachers didn't decide to jump him!

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"Uchiha Sasuke!"

"...present."

"Uzumaki Naruto!"

There was no response from anyone as a classroom of children looked at one of the lone seats and they shook their heads. "Iruka-sensei, Naruto's not here! He hasn't shown up to any of his classes," a girl replied.

Iruka wanted to smack his clipboard against his forehead. Of course he wasn't in class again. Honestly, the chunin teacher was beginning to wonder if the blonde just actively didn't want to graduate. He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled. "Alright, does anyone know where he is?" Iruka asked.

"Heh, probably doing his stupid pranks again. Iruka-sensei, can we just start the lesson? Who cares if he graduates. A loser like that's never gonna be a good ninja," another classmate replied.

Iruka frowned for a moment. "Alright then, Takeda. While I go look for Naruto, why don't you write a two thousand word essay for me on what makes a good ninja on the black board. That way Naruto won't be a loser. See? I knew you always looked out for your classmates," Iruka said.

The look of horror on his student's face made Iruka smirk. Sometimes, being the teacher was worth the headaches.

Iruka then walked to the door and opened it. "I'm going to look for Naruto. Mizuki will be covering for me with the rest of you." He said. He heard the class give the most depressed compliance to his statement ever. WIth a shake of his head, the chunin left to go locate the troublesome blond in question.

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Naruto dropped his bag on the grass in a forested area. Knowing his luck, Iruka was already searching for him to drag him back to the rest of his pathetic classmates. The thought made him want to gag. Yet, as big pains in the ass his classmates were, that was not why he didn't go. He wanted to know more about what was happening to him. He could still hear the beat of hearts.

Not of humans, but of animals, insects, and other creatures which walked the earth. Not a single human soul was among them aside from him.

Right now, the world was his testing ground. Naruto watched a small bird land on a tree branch. He wondered, did the bird ever have hope? Did it wonder what it would be doing in the next ten minutes? Hour? Twelve hours? He did not know, but if it did...then he would take its hope away! Just as his had been taken!

Memories of yesterday filled his mind. He clenched his fists. He could see the blood in the bird swirling. Naturally the winged beast expressed discomfort. It flapped its wings, but whatever hold Naruto had on it did not lessen. He watched it squirm on the tree branch before falling to the ground. Naruto walked over to it. The bird chirped painfully, yet this offered no empathy from the blonde. None was ever shown to him.

He watched the blood swirl around violently inside the bird. It seemed close to bursting. Naruto did not notice how red his eyes became. Yet, how did he pull it out? How did he make use of it? An idea popped into his head. He imagined the blade of that he had cut his finger with. Its sharp point, its steel body, and its deadly edge.

Almost instantly, even Naruto was surprised when the bird screeched as red blade exploded from its body.

It chirped its last. Kneeling down, the young boy placed his hand near the blood. What had made him become like this? He did not know. He watched the blood turn from as hard as steel to as flat as liquid once again. It did the same thing as his blood from before. He took a step back. The blood bent to his will and pulled itself out of its former host.

He stepped about two feet from the body. The blood merely floated in the air. He moved his hand to the right. It swished to the right. He moved his hand left. It swished to the left. Now, how was he supposed to...bring it closer to him. "Hmmm, maybe if I do this…," He thought and he drew his hand back. He watched the blood float towards him until it was right in his face. His eyes gleamed.

For over an hour, Naruto practiced this ability.

As odd as it was, and as creepy as blood could get, he made it form various shapes and sizes. Yet, the thing he practiced the most...was how to weaponize it. It didn't seem too hard to manipulate. WHatever he wanted it to be, it could be. If he wanted it to be as sharp as a spear then it could be.

If he wanted it to be a ball then it could be. Admittedly, it required a lot of focus from him to do this. Never mind making something completed like an iron spiked club. Trying to imagine a ball with thousands of spikes quickly gave him a headache.