The Outcast Boy

Year 52 of Konoha.

The busy streets of Konoha were bustling with people.

The Kyubi chaos four years ago brought heavy losses to Konoha.

Countless ninjas died, and many families lost their parents and children.

Even the top ninja who made remarkable achievements on the battlefield, the Fourth Hokage, died because of sealing Kyuubi.

For the people of Konoha, that night was a disaster.

Four years had passed, and the village had regained its vigor and vitality.

However, the pain of the past was not forgotten. Instead, it hid in the hearts of everyone, like a time bomb that would explode at any time.

They hated the Nine-tailed Fox so much that they wished they could swallow it alive.

At this moment, the Nine-tailed Fox in their eyes, Uzumaki Naruto, walked into the street.

He was dressed in a neat white robe. His demeanor was elegant and confident, and his smile was gentle. He was like a grand and handsome young master.

This temperament and appearance would be praised no matter where he went, but the villagers did not like him.

Most of the villagers were stunned, and a trace of disgust flashed through their eyes. They turned their heads and no longer looked.

A few villagers cursed in a low voice, "Damn the Nine-tailed Fox."

"Why is this monster still alive?"

"It's that monster. My son died because of him. I don't understand why the Hokage Sama didn't execute him."

"This kind of unnecessary kindness is too disgusting."

"Shh, you still dare to question the Hokage? He must have some considerations for making this decision."

In addition, many people would nod their heads at this tiny figure. Although there was not much kindness on their faces, at least there was no malice.

Uzumaki Naruto came to a familiar vegetable stall and asked softly,

"Sorry to bother you, Aunt Tanaka. I want to buy some vegetables."

Unlike the villagers who had become incomplete because of the family of the Kyubi, Tanaka had just moved to Konoha a year ago, so she could not feel the pain of the villagers.

She had a deep impression of Uzumaki Naruto. He was a polite child.

Although only four years old, he has the maturity of an adult.

Tanaka vaguely remembered the first time she saw Naruto.

At that time, the villagers threw rotten eggs and all kinds of rotten vegetables at Naruto. The skinny boy did not dodge and let the runny egg burst into his body. He maintained a gentle smile and kept bowing to the surrounding people.

"I'm sorry. In the past, the Kyubi caused you so much pain. I'm sorry, but now I am Naruto Uzumaki. I am not the Nine-tailed fox."

His mouth repeated these words. Under the endless malice, the small figure was so helpless, but at the same time, he still maintained his politeness.

The malice of life exposes a child who should have a childhood to cruel realities

The harsh words tempered his will.

It made him grow into a "little adult".

Tanaka had heard that Konoha was the wealthiest and most humane village in all the villages.

But what she saw was far from what she knew.

A three-year-old child kept bowing and apologizing.

It was so humble that it made people feel distressed.

The surrounding villagers all revealed ugly corners of their mouths.

They used harsh words they had never thought of to attack this child.

This scene was imprinted in the mind of the middle-aged woman in the field and could not be forgotten for a long time.

From then on, she would always secretly take care of Uzumaki Naruto.

"Take it and leave." She stuffed a bag of vegetables into Uzumaki Naruto's arms.

"Thank you. Sorry to disturb you." Uzumaki Naruto put away the bag and thanked Aunt Tanaka. Then he crossed the street and disappeared from everyone's sight.

With the departure of Naruto, the street returned to its former cheerful state.

.....

Passing through the street, he returned to his home.

When he was three years old, Naruto couldn't stand the little tricks of the nanny. After discussing with the 3rd, he moved to the new home to live alone.

The new home was small, with only a bed, table, and a simple stove.

However, it had already met all the needs of Naruto.

He opened the bag, and there were also some eggs and fresh vegetables.

He believed that Aunt Tanaka had already prepared the bag and was waiting for him to come.

In this cold village, this kind of love was extra precious.

The corner of Naruto's mouth curved into a gentle smile. He got up and went to the stove, held a kitchen knife, and gracefully threw out a beautiful knife flower.

Cutting vegetables, heating oil in the wok, and stir-fry vegetables, a set of actions are done in one go, flowing like clouds and water.

The most significant difference between a wise man and a barbarian was that his manners were elegant and confident, unlike a barbarian who only knew how to bark.

The simple stir-fried vegetables and fried eggs were quickly completed.

Naruto sat down at the table and quietly enjoyed his dinner.

The disgust and rejection of the villagers would not affect his mood.

He would always maintain his polite character until all the villagers accepted him.

Naruto enjoyed his dinner, but his thoughts drifted further and further away.

He vaguely remembered the past.

Every time he went out on the streets, these villagers would use the harshest words to attack him.

At that time, he ran away helplessly and was afraid.

His heart was full of confusion.

He didn't do anything, so why did everyone hate him?

So he began to play a stupid prank.

He tried to attract the attention of everyone by putting on a show.

However, he didn't expect that this method made the villagers hate him even more.

Even those who used to only look at each other with cold eyes began to speak evil words.

During that period, he fell into despair and almost felt like a year.

Until...

I saw Mr. Aizen.

That gentle and refined man who always maintained his elegance.

He was the one who told himself.

To be a wise man who controlled the overall situation, to hold his fate.

The strong would never humbly pray for others to pay attention to him.

From then on, he began to imitate Aizen, trying to become gentle and elegant.

He used all his living expenses to customize a white robe of the same style and ate instant noodles for a few months.

In the face of anyone, he would greet politely. Even if the other side responded with curses, he still maintained a smile.

He learned to hide his emotions.

Although the villager's attitude is still not good, some people have changed much about themselves.

Life made him mature, and the malice made him see reality.

The Konoha Village and the so-called Will of Fire were not open to him.

He was just a Nine-tailed Fox.

Thinking of this, Naruto's mouth suddenly curved into a mocking arc.

The pattern of Konoha is too small.

I should be the same as Mr. Aizen, reaching a higher level.

Naruto finished the last mouthful of vegetables and got up. His eyes were slightly fierce and unkind.

But this kind of eye flashed; the next moment, it returned to its usual gentleness.

He revealed a perfect smile in front of the mirror.

He muttered to himself,

"My current smile is perfect. I have to maintain it well."