Chapter 1

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The story of a legend always has a rousing beginning. Some beginnings begin with pain and blood. Some begin with the usual cliché that embodies most legendary tales.

This particular story of this legend didn't begin with any misery; it began with a smile and tears of joy. Perhaps one can argue that when every time a child is born, everyone rejoices, but it isn't every child who's birth is celebrated in thestrongest village within the Elemental Nations.

Naruto's birth was marked with joy and all that came with it. He was after all, the first child of the beloved Yondaime Hokage of Konoha, or famous known as Konoha's yellow flash. That wasn't what made him special; he was born as the heir of the prestigious Uzumaki clan. The clan with blood ties to the Senju ties and by some accounts to the Uchiha clan.

Within days after his birth, before he could even say a single word, Uzumaki Naruto was already heralded, and proclaimed to the one who would succeed his father as Hokage. It was as such that for the first years of his life Naruto was the prince of Konoha by all accounts.

A bit cliché for a beginning, but that is how the legend of Uzumaki Naruto began. Perhaps not the real beginning of his legend, but the start of his life. Yes, his legend began not so far away.

The life of Uzumaki Naruto began seven years before the Kyuubi attacked Konoha. He was birthed into the prestigious clan of the Uzumaki as its heir and the only child of Konoha's greatest hero, Namikaze Minato.

Love and joy took turns in greeting the young Uzumaki from the day he was born. Everyone loved him. He was after all, the beloved prince of Konoha. The Hidden Leaf wasn't ruled by monarchy, but yet the redhead was his Highness more than anything. He was a celebrated crimson head child who busked in the affections the Leaf and even outsiders gave him.

Perhaps if life had continued in that manner, his legend wouldn't have begun. Yes, he would have grown up as a spoiled child who got everything he wanted. From the moment he started registering words clearly, he had been always called with -sama. The respect of birth, not of achievements.

It was all good while it lasted.

They say that nothing ever lasts forever. Naruto thought this saying would never reveal its ugly literal face before him. But it did, almost like a cliché sad story. the waves of joy disappeared in just one night. The terror and dread that ran rampant through that night removed all traces of the 'Highness' Naruto enjoyed.

A sister was supposed to be a blessing. Yes, Naruto had been thrilled to know he was going to have a younger sibling. His parents were overjoyed as well. But the night became a cursed blessing when the sibling was born: horrors occurred. Long story short: a mountain tall beast ran rampant throughout the village. Destruction was left in its wake, and death was at large.

The spoiled 'Highness' of Konoha had observed everything. He'd never been gripped with such dread in his short joyous life. But that day, he had seen destruction that followed the birth of his sister. Konoha was supposed to be celebrating, but instead, it had wept and mourned while the remnants of the night terrorized her villagers in nightmares.

The destruction the young eyes had seen wasn't what started the Legend of Uzumaki Naruto. No, events that followed started his legend. It wasn't even the fact that the Uzumaki Clan became hated once it became known that it housed the Kyuubi. The fact that some people had tried sneaking into clan compounds searching for the beast, some of his clansman had been killed in the process hadn't been the reason his legend started. Perhaps it had some affect.

But it was were his story started. It was were the ugly face of misery masked the face of the young Uzumaki.

The days of running through the parks playing catch with mother and father were gone – there was a new baby in the village. The love and joy that had coloured his life became a memory. The villagers turned their attention to more pressing matters –their hatred for the Kyuubi, their pain and rebuilding.

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