Strangely enough, after your death-to which you have forgotten-you were transported spiritually to the world of Naruto.
You are given options, and with your memory of this favorable anime.. you choose out of excitement.
How will this journey turn...
Ito always wondered how did he get into this mess of a life. Being roughly four years old and had already been through a lot. Having witnessed his mother's death, his father already abandoned him since birth, and no relatives to go to.
Surely he was alone. In fact, no one even knew he existed. There he resided in Konoha just wandering from place to place to at least find food to survive. Having nothing but only a katana that was from his deceased mother. The only thing he had of her left.
He was one of the youngest to have activated their sharingan, being at three years old. With the next year having unlocked a mangekyo. Due to the traumatic experience with his mother's passing. The first year believing she was just in a long slumber, and the next when someone found him there and told Ito that she had been long dead.
With him running away with her katana, crying. Scared, alone, with no one to go to.
He tripped over near a river bank, almost stumbling into it. Gazing at his own reflection of sadness with tears shedding a color of crimson red. His eyes changing color from his black normal eye color to red with tomoes and then to a design.
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" Please I-I don't want to be alone.." He cried silently, already hurting deep down.
Now, he was at a temple that was for weddings or prayers. Hoping he would find someone to give him anything edible. He didn't care if it were food scraps, something was something.
No one was there, and he looked down. He disliked this happening, his mother didn't deserve this. HE didn't deserve it, and slowly his self was drilling with anger. But he let go, nothing would do him good with being angry at the world.
It felt like he was told of something before about a time like this, though he couldn't quite recall what it was.
Walking pass shops he saw another boy his age going to a shop that consists of masks. With nothing to do, he decided to at least be social and make friends.
While heading over there, he noticed the owner of the stand dislikes the boy's appearance. Scratch that, he noticed the stares of hatred from everyone around him looking directly at the blonde child.
' Did he do something wrong? Or...'
Ito didn't have a clue, and just as he was almost there to greet him the owner threw a mask at the blonde haired boy's face. The helpless child grabbed the thrown mask from the floor and took off running in the opposite direction.
He frowned, just what did he do to deserve that kind of treatment?
" Mister.. why did you do that?" Ito Asked, looking up at the shopkeeper.
" That boy is a demon, stay away from him too." He warned. Ito stares at him in disbelief, why would someone cheerful as that be seen as a demon.
