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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif"><span style="font-size: 10pt"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>Chapter 1</span></span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>Once upon a time, their lived a fox demon with nine tails, the Kyuubi no
Kitsune. And he was so powerful that wherever he shook those tails, landslides
and tsunamis would result. The suffering people gathered the great shinobi
clans to fight this menace. Finally, risking his life one ninja was able to
imprison its soul. Having defeated the demon, the brave shinobi died. That
shinobi was the fourth Hokage, the fire shadow, champion of the Village
Hidden in the Leaves.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Symbol', serif"><span style="font-size: 16pt">Ä</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span style="font-size: 16pt"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Symbol', serif"><span style="font-size: 16pt">Ä</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span style="font-size: 16pt"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Symbol', serif"><span style="font-size: 16pt">Ä</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span style="font-size: 16pt"> </span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif">______________________________________________________________________________<br>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>The wailing cries of the small infant pierce the disturbing silence of the
night. Black spiral markings, strange looking kanji’s pulsated from the
stomach of the small boy and once the markings faded from sight the seal had
completed its job. A lone figure approaches the infant, its tattered clothing once
a sign that showed he was a elite shinobi, a proud ninja of Konoha, now just a
broken shell of a man. Thick red blood dripped down his face from several cuts
and lacerations, his hair caked with mud and dry blood, which should have
shown dark streaked silver. He stared down at the child, his eyes the color of
coal, and as he watched the child cry for affection, silent tears of sadness and
rage fell down his face. That same tear stung his eye and what should have
been a normal left eye, but was replaced by eerily solid red eye with three
commas around the pupil. This man was known as Copy-nin Hatake Kakashi,
wielder of the Sharingan.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span> “Damn demon. So your still alive, well that’s easily rectified.” He spat
out, not bothering to hide his contempt for the boy.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>A deadly looking kunai appeared in his hand, poised over the small
bundle, just waiting for the right instant to strike. After a moment it began it’s
decent towards the wailing blond child. The blade was blocked by the sudden
appearance of a black staff, and he knew the owner of said staff, whom was to
be feared at that moment. This was the personal weapon of the Third Hokage
and doubled as his summons. Unbridled fury burned through his eyes, his
knuckles turning white from the strain from holding the staff steady.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>“What do you think your doing, Kakashi?” Sarutobi said.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>The man known as Kakashi turned his head towards the older man, the
madness in his eyes barely concealed.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“Simple, Hokage-sama, I’m finishing the job that sensei started and rid
the land of this demon.” Kakashi said in a lazy manner.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“I’m afraid I can’t allow that to happen.” And with that a squad of ANBU
appeared, as if summoned with a mere thought.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“Hatake Kakashi, I am here by placing you under house arrest, until
such time as your actions can be judged. You will not be allowed to do any
missions, and you’ll be visiting a therapist to determine your mental state.
Take him to his house and make sure that he stays there.” Sarutobi ordered.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>The four-man squad took charge of their prisoner and disappeared in a
puff of smoke. Sarutobi bent down, feeling all of his sixty-five years at the
moment, and picked up the wailing infant, with said action caused the child to
stop crying. The child opened his eyes and looked at the old man, then began
to examining his rough snow white beard. The tiny child cooed and giggled,
while playing with the old man’s beard. Concern was etched on his face as he
contemplated the boys’ future, and while he was lost in thought, the impossible
happened for the second time that day.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> </span><i><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>‘What the hell?! When did this happen?’</span></i><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> thought the old man.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>Making sure that they were alone in the burnt out clearing, he teleported
away in a swirl of leaves.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Symbol', serif"><span style="font-size: 16pt">Ä</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span style="font-size: 16pt"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Symbol', serif"><span style="font-size: 16pt">Ä</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span style="font-size: 16pt"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Symbol', serif"><span style="font-size: 16pt">Ä</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif">______________________________________________________________________________<br>
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<span style="font-weight: bold"><a name="TOC1_1"></a></span><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif">Later that night…</span></span></span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>Jiraiya had entered the Hokage’s office after receiving his sensei’s
summons. As soon as he was done here with the old man, he’d leave the village
in order to mourn and heal after losing his greatest student. After losing
Arashi, he felt rather hollow, as if someone had squeezed his heart in a vise
grip. It was then that he noticed the crib in the corner of the room.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“So…” he started and didn’t bother with the pleasantries on this visit.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>“Fine, straight to the point then. I need you to perform a </span><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif">Binding Seal</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif">on
the child in the crib.” Sarutobi said, worry lines had sunken deeper into his
face as he spoke each word.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“Please tell me your joking, right? What could you possible want me to
bind on...,” Jiraiya looked in the crib at the child, “...an infant less than a few
hours old?” he asked. Even for him, putting a binding seal on a kid, was rather
unheard of.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>Sarutobi steepled his hands together lost in thought for a moment and
then proceeded to pull out his pipe from within his official robes. Making sure
that the tobacco in his pipe was well lit he started to speak.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“Because of the attack from Kyuubi, the boys’ bloodline has been
activated. As of right now, if anyone found out about it, it would be leaked
throughout the entire village before daybreak. It would also alert the enemies of
the clan that this boy belongs to, both inside and outside of the village, that
there is still a survivor. He would be in constant danger, just for that reason
alone. So I need you to bind his bloodline-limit, and when he reaches a level
were he can protect himself from his enemies, I’ll tell him about his family, clan
history, and give him his full inheritance.” The Hokage said.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“What about the seal? Are you just going to leave it on and not tell him
about it?” Jiraiya asked exasperated. He walked to the window watching as
countless shinobi were repairing buildings and rescuing trapped people.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“No, when he becomes of age I’ll have you undo the bindings. Around the
age of fourteen at least. I just hope his mothers’ bloodline doesn’t activate
between now and then, binding or no, it could kick in when we least expect it
to.” the old man said.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“Who were his parents?” Jiraiya asked curious to find two bloodlines in
one child, which doesn’t happen very often.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“I can’t tell you and I hope no one else asks either. All of the birth
records that go back five years have been destroyed during the attack on the
hospital and surrounding buildings. Let’s say for now that his parents died
during the attack.”</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“So, what’s the brats’ name?” Jiraiya asked.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“Uzumaki Naruto.” Sarutobi stated.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“Well I don’t know of any Uzumaki clan ever being in Konoha. Sensei,
there is a problem with the sealing ceremony.” He hesitated.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“What kind of problem?” the old man asked, sounding startled. </span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>“There are certain side effects to the sealing process.” He turned back
from the window to look his old sensei in the eyes.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span> “Because of the kids’ age and the type of binding you want me to do, a
few possibilities could occur. Such as; extreme clumsiness, little too no hand
eye coordination, impaired intelligence, an inability to control the volume of his
voice, or hell it could be a combination of a few of them together. And we won’t
find out till he gets older, it could affect his ability to become a ninja. Are you
sure you still want to go through with this?” he asked.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“Unfortunately, we have very little options concerning this situation.” The
Hokage said sadly.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“Well, where do you want me to place the seal? On his stomach
perhaps?” Jiraiya asked.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“No, definitely not there of all places.” Sarutobi practically shouted.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span> “Eh? Why not?” came the response. </span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>Rubbing the bridge of his nose, while puffing out small clouds of smoke
from his pipe, wondering just how to broach the subject of such delicacy.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> </span><i><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>‘Well plowing right on ahead seems to be working for me as of late, so here
goes nothing…’</span></i><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> Sarutobi thought.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“You can’t put the seal on his stomach, because
theDeadDemonImprisonmentsealisalreadyoccupyingthearea.” Sarutobi finished
in a rush.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>Jiraiya blinked for a few seconds trying to decode exactly what the old
coot had just said and utterly failing.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“Mind repeating that? Cause I could have sworn you just said the little
brat had the </span><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif">Dead Demon Imprisonment</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> seal occupying the stomach area.”
He asked as his eyes narrowed on his old sensei.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span> “Yes, I did.” Came the curt response.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“Whoa, isn’t that just fucking peachy. So the kid is the Kyuubi container.
You know the demons’ chakra will severely screw up his chakra control. Damn
this kid is going to have it rough.” A truer statement couldn’t have been said at
the moment.</span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> </span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family: 'Symbol', serif"><span style="font-size: 16pt"><span> </span>Ä</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span style="font-size: 16pt"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Symbol', serif"><span style="font-size: 16pt">Ä</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span style="font-size: 16pt"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Symbol', serif"><span style="font-size: 16pt">Ä</span></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif">A few hours later, dawn is not far off…</span></span></span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>Jiraiya had been working tirelessly throughout the dwindling night,
preparing for the second sealing of the day.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span></span><i><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif">‘I can’t believe I’m going through with this.’</span></i><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> He thought as he finished
drawing the seals that he needed.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>As of now everything in the village was still chaotic, as people were still
looking for family members, rubble being cleared away, and the wounded being
carted off to medical treatment. Konoha hospital looked as if it had seen better
days, so most of the wounded were taken to recently setup medical tents for
treatment. Several buildings in the village looked similar, if not worse.
Fortunately Jiraiya didn’t have time to look at these proceedings and quickly
finished drawing all of the seals and lit the ceremonial candles needed for the
ritual. The room being used was 10 x 12 x 8 and completely painted white
before he began. Now the room was covered, floor to ceiling, in archaic seals,
strange kanji’s, and not one bit was put to waste. A knock on the door alerted
him that sensei was waiting with Naruto. He opened the door and looked at the
sleeping child, blond wisps of hair covered his head and three whisker like
birth marks covered both sides of his face.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“Good timing Sensei, I just completed the necessary seals, so we can
begin the ritual whenever your ready.” Jiraiya said, small blotches of ink
covered his hands and a few sprinkles littered the front of his red vest.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span> “One moment please.” Sarutobi asked and received a nod in response.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“Please forgive me Naruto, this needs to be done for your sake, as well as
for the sake of this village. One day I hope you understand what I’m doing is
only to protect you. I hope I’m there to explain it all to you, when that time
comes.” The old man whispered to the little bundle in his arms.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>The Hokage handed the child off to his one time student and renowned
‘Super Pervert’ and left the room. Jiraiya set little Naruto down in the center of
the room, in the focal point of the main seal array. Altogether the seals in the
room number up to ninety, separate and extremely complex designs, all
performing their own specific task and working simultaneously strengthening
each other. In other words all of the seals were a work of a genius or a
certifiable madman to reach such a level of perfection. Jiraiya stood off in his
designated ‘safety’ area and smeared a small amount of his blood on the main
seal so it would activate. He began to perform the hand seals needed, which
were performed rapidly and almost seemed like a blur of movement. After four
minutes of these hand seals, he finished the ritual.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif">“Binding Seal.”</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> Jiraiya shouted at the top of his lungs.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>After the first five seconds it seemed as if nothing had happened at all,
but then the main seal array began to glow and pulsate an disturbing red. It
quickly spread out to the other seals covering the room and the seals seemed to
shift and move of their own violation. Their speed increase at an insane rate
and slowly being drawn down onto Naruto. Red seal markings crept onto his
skin, spinning and swirling about, moving towards his back. During the
process Naruto woke up and screamed at the top of his tiny lungs, as if he was
in the most intense pain imaginable, which happened to a very accurate,
considering a full grown adult would have blackout from the pain by then.
Finally the seals faded from his skin, leaving only the tiniest of birthmarks on
his right shoulder blade, which was actually a constantly visible seal mark. He
continued to wail until Jiraiya picked him up and began to gently rock him
back and forth till he fell back to sleep. Jiraiya was tired from using so much
chakra and quickly found the Hokage and gave back Naruto. He then went off
to find someplace to sit and relax to regain his strength.</span></span></p>
<br>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“Don’t worry Naruto. Tomorrow morning during the village meeting, I’ll
announce you as the village savior. Then the Fourth’s dream will be fulfilled,
they will see you as a hero and not the demon incarnate.” Sarutobi said to the
sleeping child.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> Of course, he didn’t know how wrong he was.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> </span></span></p>
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<br>
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<p><span style="font-family: 'Symbol', serif"><span style="font-size: 16pt"><span> </span>Ä</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span style="font-size: 16pt"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Symbol', serif"><span style="font-size: 16pt">Ä</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span style="font-size: 16pt"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Symbol', serif"><span style="font-size: 16pt">Ä</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif">______________________________________________________________________________<br>
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<span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span style="font-weight: bold"><a name="TOC1_2"></a></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif">Later that morning…</span></span></span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>The entire village populous was gathered before the Hokage’s tower,
waiting for the reinstated Third Hokage to make his announcements. The
village council was gathered in their meeting hall discussing important details
concerning the reconstruction of the village, while the Hokage made his speech.
Among the civilians and shinobi in the crowd, all of the major clans were
present, eager for any news on what’s happening. Sarutobi stepped out on his
balcony with Naruto in his arms sleeping.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span></span><i><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif">‘Now comes the hard part.’</span></i><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> Thought Sarutobi.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“People of Konoha, Kyuubi has been defeated.” He exclaimed, which
resulted in a loud breakout of cheers. </span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>“Unfortunately, the Fourth Hokage, Kazama Arashi, died defeating the
demon.” Everyone at the meeting was shocked to learn that their beloved
Fourth Hokage, was dead and it saddened them to new levels. Women could be
heard sobbing throughout the crowd and some of the man had silent tears
running down their faces. A great man had died and had become a legend in
his own right.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif"> </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>“People of Konoha, the beast known as Kyuubi was defeated last night,
by the Fourth riding a top his summons Gamabunta to meet the demon head
on. While our brave shinobi forces distracted the fox, the fourth performed a
Kinjutsu or a forbidden jutsu, which summon the Death God and sealed away
the nine-tailed fox away into the stomach of a newborn baby, who’s umbilical
cord was freshly cut. This child is the hero of our village and jailer of the great
demon lord. I present to you, Uzumaki Naruto.” </span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>Sarutobi held up the sleeping boy to the crowd, which was stunned into
silence. Most thought were of disbelief, others confusion. But then a wave of
anger flowed through the crowd as some mistook what the old Hokage had said
and thought that the boy was the demon incarnate. Shouts of “Kill the Demon”,
“Smother it while it’s weak”, and “We should toss it to the wilderness” was
heard throughout the crowd. Some people started to throw rocks, bottles,
garbage, and whatever else was on hand at the now awake baby. The crowd
was foaming at the mouths trying to bring as little bit of hurt they felt towards
this child. To them he was nothing but the demon and not the child locking
away the demon for their own safety. </span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>Some of the people tried to storm the tower and Sarutobi had no choice
but to call the ANBU for crowd control, which turned ugly real fast. All in all,
the old man was disheartened at what his precious people tried to do to an
innocent little boy and vowed to protect him from harm. Later he established a
law stating that no one who was unaware of the Kyuubi being sealed in Naruto,
would not be told and that the official history would state that the Kyuubi had
died. And anyone who did break the law would be put to death immediately.
Not even Naruto was to know about the Kyuubi being sealed into him, not until
he was older and the Third had a chance to tell him. Sarutobi walked away
from the balcony, echo’s of the crowd screams could be heard throughout the
tower. The crowd’s bloodlust grew with every second and the attempts to rush
the tower increased with every passing second. The guards surrounding the
tower were hard pressed to keep out the enraged civilians.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif"> </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>Finally the ANBU appeared on the scene and immediately threw a few
smoke bombs to drive the crowd back, while readying simple, yet harmless
jutsu’s that emitted a bright flash. Said flashes were enough to scare the crowd
to disperse, until a few stragglers were left and arrested a few moments later.
The Hokage was standing before the council, made up of Konoha’s many great
and powerful clans, both ninja and civilian alike. Apparently, one of Danzou’s
Root ANBU, had informed the council of the Third’s speech to the village.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><i><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>‘Damn you Danzou, you and your </span><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif">Root</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif">, have been a thorn in my side since
the time when I first became Hokage instead of you.’</span></i><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> Sarutobi thought bitterly.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif"> </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>The ‘Root’ division of the ANBU, is Danzou’ s own creation and only
answer to him instead of the Hokage. Danzou had turned down the position of
Hokage years’ ago, preferring his seat on the council, where he could
manipulate things at his leisure. Some of the other council members weren’t as
bad or they weren’t as obvious as Danzou is.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif"> </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><i><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>‘Even my old teammates are against me.’</span></i><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> Sarutobi thought bitterly. </span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>Sarutobi decided to start off the </span><i><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif">‘unexpected’</span></i><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> emergency meeting of the
village council. </span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>“So, what is it that you wish to discuss?” he asked slowly, trying to feel
out the mood in the chamber.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“Hokage-sama, a little birdie told us that the child currently in your office
is the container for the Kyuubi no Kitsune? Is this not correct?” Danzou asked,
his voice was as gruff as a rockslide and colder than steel.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“Yes, Naruto is asleep right now. Why?” Sarutobi asked concerned with
the way this line of questioning was going. </span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>“So the demon is still alive within the infant?” said Hyuuga Hiashi, clan
head of the Hyuuga clan, asked with a sneer to his voice, his pupil-less white
eyes glaring daggers at the old man.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“Yes, but he has no control over Naruto or his actions.” Stated the old
man rather calmly.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“As much as we would want to believe you, Sarutobi-san, we can not go
on your word alone, nor can we ignore the fact that it was your</span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif">successor,
whom placed the seal on the child and is no longer here to testify to the
strength of his work. With that said and out of the way, a vote was cast earlier
while you were in your office and the majority of the council feels that ‘the
vessel’, should be executed immediately before he can become a threat later on
and finish the job </span><i><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif">it</span></i><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> started.” Homura stated with enough venom in his voice to
kill.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> </span><i><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>‘Fuck!!!! This is bad.’ </span></i><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif">Sarutobi thought and was desperately trying to
think of a way for Naruto to live to see the next day.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“No.” Sarutobi said calmly, belying what he was actually feeling.</span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> <span> </span>“WHAT!”, a few of the council members screamed, not really believing
that the old fool would defy them.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"> </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>“You heard me, your ears don’t lap over. I made a promise to the child’s
father that he would be raised well and become a shinobi. And as Kami as my
witness, that will happen.” The old man said, leveling his steely gaze upon the
entire council, unleashing enough killing intent to make most of the people
present breakout in a steady sweat. </span></span></p>
<br>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>Surprisingly only one member was unaffected and chose to make his
point known now that most of the council was silenced.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif"> </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>“I agree with the Hokage on this point.” Danzou said breaking the
silence.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif"> </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>The rest of the council looked at the elderly man like he just said that it
was the end of the world and he was going to go run through the streets naked.
The Hokage on the other hand, sensed where his old time rival might be going
with this.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif"> </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>“I think the boy should become a shinobi. We’ll make him into the most
powerful weapon to ever be seen on this world and use him against our
enemies. With him at our beck and call, the other shinobi villages wouldn’t
dare defy us or our power.” Danzou said with a greedy little smile on his face. It
took three seconds for the rest of the council to think about his plan and
readily excepted it.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif"> </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>Sarutobi on the other hand was appalled at the very thought, which he
subconsciously unleashed a large amount of chakra making everyone in the
room quake with fear.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif"> </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>“You shall do no such thing! That boy is a hero and will not be made into
an emotionless weapon, just to serve your needs. As Hokage that is my will and
any who dare defy it will meet the end of my blade.” Sarutobi said trying to
restrain himself from killing everyone within the room.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif"> </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>And with that, he left the room, his robes billowing out behind him.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif"> </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>“Damn that fool! He’s letting a opportunity slip right through his fingers.”
Homura said.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif"> </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif"><span> </span>“Don’t worry, we’ll have other opportunities. We just need to be patient
and wait for when his back is turned to make our move.” Danzou said leaning
back into his chair, looking to the entire world like nothing had been lost.</span></span></p>
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