I really never cared

Prologue

I do not own th characters of naruto. If I did I will be in Asia spending my money and living life. I only own the plot.

Walking down the busy streets of konoha, the strongest ninja village of all in the elemental nations, traders running around selling goods, civilians pricing trying to bring the price down to the bare minimum. Looking closely one can see ninjas hopping from rooftops in all directions of the village. One might wonder how they pass one another without tumbling on one another.

The hirachy of the village is usually meant to be from the Hokage the village leader, then the elders or known as the advisors, then the shinobi council all above the civilian council. You see the Hokage is meant to make the decision and the council of elders, shinobi and civilians are to advise him all on a good day.

But you see after the attack on the village by the vicious 'kyuubi no kitsune' and the death of our lovely Yondaime Hokage the elders made sure to gain some power in the midst of the chaos and transition of power back to the sandaime hokage the elders accumulated power in such a way it cannot be traced back to them. You see most of the powers collected was given to the civilian council. Thus the Hokage cannot make a decision on his own without considering the opinion of the civilian council. And the civilian council is in turn controlled by the elders. Political wars a bain of a shinobi.

Our story takes us to one of the many parks in konoha. You see this park is not commonly used in the village because it is used by konoha's #demonboy #kyubbiincarnate. This is the place to come to if you want to think just get away from the troubles or ones life. On a swing at the edge of the park we can see a young boy on a swine a white shirt and baggy black trousers, white sneakers, spikey brown  hair sitting there crying. He was approached by a man lean, no outward body build, 5 ft 8, hair and eyes black as night. He approached the boy and asked why he is crying while rubbing circles on his back. "My mum said I am getting married to a girl I don't know. I am not even in a clan what is the use! I don't under stand why?" "So what do you want to do? Would you run away from your house, go back and do it...." he was angrily saying "What are you saying? If she does not change my mind neither will I." He said it leaving no room for argument.

"But you're only five I suppose"

"I know but ... If I live my life to everybody's tunes even when I don't like it, there will never be a me no Daisuke only a pawn on the chessboard,  no identity ro call my own"

"Aren't you such a guenius, got me thinking of my own life boy. Do what you got to do to be happy. So run along and say no to your momma."

"Thanks mister, my uncle told me that once. Jā ne"

As the boy skipped away the man was watching him go. "Humph got me thinking about my own life. I asked for a sign and this happened, time to change this village, am I right Kurama?"

No movement of the body, a cloud of smoke appeared and out of it a boy of about 11 years old with a shinning blond hair in the right light one can see traces of red in his hair, his ocean blue eyes that shimmer with life, six whisker mark's stand clear on his cheeks as his most defining feature, wearing a kill me orange jumpsuit, oh how bright it is even in the bright light if day with the sun at it's prime, such terrible fashion for a shinobi.

"It is fishcake it is."