In the streets of the village, the roads packed with traffic from merchants and tourist coming to see the most prosperous village since there founding. The village hidden in the leaves
Upon the building line flickers are seen far more then usual then normal, and the attraction? This years chumming exam.
*aplause**********
I'm the stadium the seats are packed full, ready to see these young shinobi from all around the world fight to the death for what would applaud the entertainment of world.
Citizens and the lower class are warned from birth "if a ninja appears, flee and don't look back"
Excitement builds as the crowd for the first get to witness the prowess of these shinobi without danger or fear.
In the high stands we see an old man wearing a ceremonial robe and the symbol of fire on the hat he is wearing.
This man is sarutobi Hiruzen, the third hokage.
A flicker appears by his side
A young man in his twenties with a green flat necker and a scared face appears
"Hokage"
"Raido, report"
"Sasuke missing and no spottings have been made in this last week. We believe that he may have already…"
Orochimaru
A deep frown appears on the hokages face
"I see… and what of…"
A deep silences comes forth
A fear of the next report that he seems to predict before even hearing it
"Hokage… we have failed to find locate naruto uzumaki after his disappearance a month ago"
Silence
A silence of remorse
And of fear
As Hiruzen sits appearing as calm as nature couldn't contrast the deep turmoil brewing within him
The plans he's carried out for the past decade to solidify the foundation of the village have been shredded a month ago the jinchuriki disappeared
Naruto the jinchuriki of the kyubbi son of the fourth hokage had all of his inheritance stripped away and with his approval cast him as a menace in his own village.
Minatos child who should have been like a grandchild has been carefully monitored and manipulated since birth.
The reason for casting aside his promise to Minato is a simple reason
The village is weak
Naruto could have been the prince of the village everyone adored and revered.
But with that comes expectations.
The rampage of the nine tails threw the whole village into desperation and a symbol like the son of the fourth wasn't a solution…
It was a sentence for life
Hope, fear, expectation the village didn't need a boy placed in the highlight of expectation of being the son of the 2 most powerful shinobi in the village, he would be crushed. He had seen it before. Men as great as legends succumbed to the public scrutiny.
The bigger they are…
No he couldn't risk that
He needed a weapon
Strong
Mentally resilient
And real piercing determination that would grow from the loneliness he was born.
Someone who would value companions he forged himself.
He had purposely left little allowance and approved the rumors to spread to starve the boy. the more powerful he became the greater the kyuubis influence would be on him. He had to build his mentality before he could nurture his body.
He had waited for him to attain the chunnin exams. After seeing him grow up he was relived to see the loyolty he had coltivated was absolute. afterward he would call jiraya back and finally allow naruto to begin his training.
He was prepared for the day Naruto would confront him about the truth. His parents, inheritance, everything. The guilt crushes him but he has no regrets for when judgment comes Naruto will do it from above.
And now all of that is gone.
"I see, inform me immediately if the situation changes"
"Yes, hokage"
The hokage stands and silences the crowed.
"Danios, people from all over welcome the final selection of the chunnin exams were the final participants for every village will compete for the pride of they're nation…"
The speech continues but internally Hiruzen can only think… Naruto what happened to you
"The first round of the chunnin exam will begin, will neji hyuga and Naruto uzamaki come down"
A child with long black hair, eyes that unsettle those who look into them and a confidence that bordlines a boredom as if he can already see his victory
In the stands we see a young girl with eyes much like the boy below that looks like staring at the moon. He hands are clasped together almost in a silent prayer.
The participant uzamaki Naruto will be discwallified if he doesn't decend in the next 30 seconds
The girls hand tighten around each other threatening to crush each other as her anxiety rises
The boy who despite all the hatred always smiles.
Despite all the failures always stands up again
As someone from the main clan who is scorned she can't help but help admire Naruto for she knows the crushing weight of trying with no one to support you, to cheer for you, to believe.
What started as admiration couldn't help but strengthen into something else as time passed. A yearning, a desire.
So for the boy who she admires to not be center stage terrifies her.
This isn't like you." I never go back on my word that's my ninja way". Where are you?
"PROCTER"
There's no need to wait. That looser for all his talk is a coward who should see the fate of this match before it even begins.
Sneers go through the crowed
"The demon actually made it to the final round just to run away"
"What a coward"
"He's discracing our village"
"What was the hokage thinking making him a shinobi"
Hinata shuts her eyes
No you don't know him
His courage
Why do they talk like that about him?
Naruto where are you?
The Procter looks up at the hokage, eyes hidden in a abyss behind his hat carrying the weight the situation. He gives a nod.
A sigh escapes the proctor as he addresses the crowed
Naruto uzamaki is hereby…..
Booooooooom***************
An eruption happens in the middle of the stadium. Like a comet that kissed the earth. The wind blowing dust blinding viewers of the center stage. The anbu waiting nearby gather in formation out of sight of the spectators ready for the unknown that's presented itself before the entire event.
The dust clears and a boy with blond hair appears wearing a rugged outfit with evedince if the trials of the last month. His pants look like 2 white robes for each leg that meat at the waist. A orange belt around the top of his pants with a black long sleeve that seemed purpusfully made a size to small seeing how rich it defines his new physique he had gained.
The boy who appeared has a smeared smile while scaching the back of his neck.
Crap, might be a little lat dattebo