Graduation

Despite how close our names sounded, Naruko never knew that I am her younger brother. Nobody knows this, for a fact, which is quite... how should I put it... hmm... moronic?

The same goes for Minato Namikaze. To allow my existence known to the village as the newborn child who killed Kushina Uzumaki. Once again, Moronic. Not that I am complaining.

But still, I cannot help but feel how mentally broken are the people of this village. To hate and bear grudges against a newborn child...

Sigh... let me kill you guys just once and blame everything on your child, pretty please?

My thoughts grew more and crueler, which I loved. Honestly, there is nothing better than imagining myself gutting the Yondaime in front of the whole village... what's better is that the whole village is already dead. The corpse filling the street with a puke-inducing stench while my blade dices the spilt guts into many bits.

Ah~ How lovel—

Smack

Did I ever say how much at peace I felt when coming to school? Scratch that, I lied.

Once again, a stinging pain touched my cheeks as a peculiar youth looked at me coldly. Brilliant blonde hair and a handsome face, somewhat similar to my own appearance, of course, less handsome.

And behind him stood Naruko. Oh, so lovely Naruko, a ball of flesh and hypocrisy who kept spouting the words to stop Menma's slaps but doing actually nothing to stop him.

Neither did the others.

Another punch threw me back.

Truly, can't a cute little boy like me sleep peacefully?

A soft sigh escaped my lips followed by an even brighter smile. A sweet, almost sickening tone leaked through my lips, besides my ruby-red blood that still tasted sweet.

"Ah, why don't you let Naruko-chan swing her punches a bit. After all, Kushina Uzumaki was not only your mother, right?"

I raise my head, fully expecting a punch and my little brother did not disappoint me. A punch landed right on my nose, breaking it with an audible crunch while taking my ability to breath through my nose.

'Mouth it is.'

I shrug, mentally, while feeling even more delightful. The more I am beaten, the better I can see the true face of the world. Those cold gazes make me shiver in delight. Isn't hate and love two sides of the same coin?

What you love is prone to garner your hatred.

What you hate may become your beloved.

Or something like that.

"Oh, come on, is that the best you can do?"

I grunt in disapproval while my nose was healing at a pace visible to the naked eye, but of course, I am already bloodied, just how I like it.

This time, as if to stand up to my expectations, Menma started kicking me. Sadly, he is still too rough around the edges.

A failure, just like me. Of course, he would never admit it.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing, Menma?!!"

The doors flung open and a figure immediately stepped in between me and my brother. Who else besides another fleshbag filled with the tainted taste of hypocrisy— Iruka Umino.

"Sensei! He started it!"

"I know all about you!" Iruka snarled and twisted Menma's ear when a thought slowly formed surfaced and a smile leak through my face, which was caught by a pair of dark-haired twins.

"No, sensei. Menma-chan is right. I started it...

When I was born."

At my words, the whole class fall into a pin drop silence as soft sobs finally emerged from Naruko's pretty little mouth.

As expected from my elder sister, she knows what I like to hear and when!

"Bastard!"

Try a different curse Menma, I am a literal bastard, no need for stating my official title.

"Enough!"

Iruka glares at me, of course, he would. I said the most insensitive thing that also happened to be the most politically compromising statements.

Oh, did I mention that today is the day if our graduation?

Well, it is.

And that is why, a huge grin form over my face and I stand up, patting my clothes and wiping off the blood from my face, reluctantly.

"La behold, I am healed, my dear bitches.

And before I go... let me state my full name, my darling."

I look at Naruko while Menma and the others were already surprised by my actions, their faces told me so. Even Naruko had stopped sobbing, ah... I wanted to hear it more.

"My name is Naruto...

Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze... inheritor of my mother's spirit and also an aspiring, Kage-Level Missing nin.

Remember that, Naruko and Menma... next time we meet, I want you to be growing up well. After all, you are my brothers and sisters.

Especially you, Naruko."

As if agreeing to my words, not about Naruko growing up well, but me being an aspiring missing-nin, a black vortex erupts into existence right behind me.

A gloved hand stretched out from the vortex and pulled me in.

Just like that, I graduated from the academy.

And just like that, the mighty Konohagakure lost Kushina Uzumaki's inheritor.

Oh, did I ever mention that the existence sealed within me was a goddess?

No?

Then hear this out.

Just like that, Konohagakure lost the inheritor of the Chakra Goddess— Kaguya.

***

"What?!"

Namikaze Minato slammed his fist on the desk while standing in astonishment.

Looking at the silver-haired man and Iruka, he asked once again. But before the two could reply, the door to the Hokage's office was unceremoniously pushed as a beautiful twin-tailed, blonde girl stepped in. Her words immediately worsened the Yondaime's mood.

"Naruto is our brother?! And you didn't even tell us!"

Before Minato could cope up with the spiralling mess his work and personal life was becoming, a blast suddenly sounded from one of the garbage disposal sites.

A certain fat man died that day.

A certain runt ran away.

A certain father lost his entire family in a matter of seconds.

And as Naruto proclaimed, he set off a wildfire before returning to the organisation specifically created to cater to the needs of the goddess.

Akatsuki.