The Cursed Child Chronicles: Naruto's Unconventional Destiny

Ch-4 (Master.....?)

(I don't own any Pictures Credit Goes to Authors but the idea ans The story written below is My own idea)

As the night of October 10th unfolded, Naruto lay sprawled on the ground, unconscious and battered, a testament to the relentless onslaught he endured during the Kyubi Hunt. The villagers, consumed by fear and prejudice, had shown no mercy, delivering blow after merciless blow to the defenseless seven-year-old.

The mysterious girl, her identity concealed in the shadows, approached the fallen Naruto. Her initial reaction was one of mild annoyance-another inconvenience added to her night. "Such a drag," she muttered under her breath, eyeing the unconscious form of the boy on the ground.

However, as her eyes lingered on Naruto, something shifted within her. A flicker of curiosity and a hint of admiration surfaced. It wasn't every day that she encountered a child who, despite being outnumbered and outmatched, displayed such resilience.

"Hmm, not bad, brat," she remarked with a sardonic grin. "Taking over a hundred blows from those idiots and still standing. Impressive."

The mysterious girl crouched down, her expression softening imperceptibly. In that moment, the detached observer seemed to acknowledge an unexpected quality in the young boy before her.

"Though," she continued, her tone carrying a touch of genuine surprise, "I didn't think you'd last this long. A seven-year-old tanking kunai from shinobi and surviving a village onslaught? Not something you see every day."

With a casual yet deliberate motion, she scooped Naruto into her arms. The boy's small, battered form seemed incongruent with the chaos that had unfolded around him. The mysterious girl's eyes, concealed by shadows, betrayed no emotion, yet a subtle protectiveness lingered in her actions.

As she carried Naruto away from the scene, a mixture of thoughts swirled in her mind. The villagers' brutal assault had showcased the depths of their hatred, but Naruto's ability to endure against overwhelming odds had left an indelible impression.

"So, what's your deal, kid?" she mused, addressing the unconscious Naruto in her arms. "You might be a brat, but there's more to you than meets the eye. Let's see if you're worth the trouble."

Naruto stirred, consciousness gradually reclaiming its hold after a tumultuous night. The first thing he became aware of was the faint scent of unfamiliar surroundings, and as his eyes flickered open, the dim light revealed an entirely different setting than the one he remembered.

He found himself in a small, dimly lit room. The muted glow emanated from a solitary lamp, casting a warm hue on the modest furniture that adorned the space. The air was still, and a peculiar quietness enveloped the room.

"Where am I?" Naruto mumbled, his voice a hoarse whisper, as he attempted to sit up. A dull ache resonated through his body, a testament to the relentless assault he had endured just hours ago.

A figure, previously obscured in the shadows, emerged from the corner of the room. It was the mysterious girl who had intervened in Naruto's defense. Her gaze, meeting his, held a complexity of emotions that defied easy interpretation.

"Finally awake, huh?" she remarked, her tone a curious blend of nonchalance and something else. "Took you long enough."

Naruto, still processing the disorientation of his surroundings, blinked up at the enigmatic figure. "Where am I? Who are you?"

The girl chuckled, a wry smile playing on her lips. "Call me whatever you want. Names are such a drag. As for where you are, consider it a pit stop. You were in pretty bad shape back there."

Naruto's eyes widened as the memories of the Kyubi Hunt flooded back. "The village! What happened?"

The girl leaned against the wall, her gaze fixated on Naruto. "Relax, brat. You're not in the village anymore. Took you out of there before they could finish the job."