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The boy with the seal on his stomach. The boy everybody hated. The village paraiah. The jinchuriki. Uzumaki naruto. I chose to ignore him not letting anyone know of my last name. Knowing I would be singled out if I did.

I blended in well despite my features. My eyes were always hidden by my hair. Two kunai packs on my legs. One for my inks and brushes and one for my kunai and senbon.

I hated academy. They set false beliefs ebsuring the children wanted to be ninjas to protect the village. It was manipulating the children into believing that it was the right thing to do. Brainwashing.

The hokage noticed me. I had purposely denied a headband at the graduation, not wanting to be a ninja for this pathetic village. He brought me to talk with him, asking me why I did not want to be a ninja.

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