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Kushina Uzumaki, the former Jinchūriki of the Nine-Tails, held her three newborn children tightly in her arms. Two of them had mostly red hair—clear signs of their Uzumaki blood. Their names were Menma and Naruko. The third child, however, had a unique blend of red and blond hair. He carried both the Uzumaki and Namikaze bloodlines. His name—
Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze.
Suddenly, a bright flash of light appeared in front of her. Kushina looked up in shock, her gaze landing on the sealing marks starting to appear on her stomach.
She turned to Minato, her voice weak but full of concern.
"Minato-kun… are you sure about this?"
Minato nodded, calm but determined.
"Don't worry, Kushina. I was going to use the Reaper Death Seal… but Jiraiya-sensei, Tsunade, and even the hird Hokage are all here. With their help, we can safely separate the Nine-Tails' chakra and seal it into our children. They'll be the ones to protect the world."
Kushina gave a soft, tired smile and nodded.
"Okay… I trust you."
In a flash, Minato vanished with Menma and Naruko, knowing the red hair meant they inherited strong Uzumaki traits—perfect for sealing the tailed beast's chakra.
Kushina stayed behind with Naruto. She held him close, but suddenly paused.
"…Huh?"
For a moment, Naruto's tiny body glowed faintly with a red aura—like pure chakra pulsing from within him.
Kushina blinked, stunned.
"Was that…?"
But she shook her head.
I must be seeing things. I'm still weak from the extraction…
Meanwhile, the sealing was nearly complete.
With the help of Jiraiya, Tsunade, and Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Nine-Tails' chakra had been separated into yin and yang halves. Menma and Naruko became the new Jinchūriki, each carrying half of the beast.
Later, Minato stood in front of the village council, his expression serious.
One of the elders spoke, "Lord Fourth… what happened out there? The Nine-Tails suddenly appeared. And now this sealing…"
Minato sighed and looked toward the window, where the villagers were gathering.
"I'll explain everything," he said. "But first… I have an announcement to make to the people evem entire village—including all shinobi."
A few council members grumbled under their breath, not pleased about being kept waiting. But they knew better than to go against the Fourth Hokage's decision. With no other choice, they followed him outside.
A large crowd had gathered in front of the Hokage Monument. Shinobi, civilians, medics, and even children looked around in confusion. They had seen the chaos, felt the fear. Now, they wanted answers.
Minato stood before them, wind gently blowing through his yellow hair. He glanced at Jiraiya, who gave a small nod.
Let's hope the people accept this, he thought.
Minato took a deep breath, then spoke.
"People of Konoha! Tonight, we were attacked by the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox—Kyuubi . It thought it could crush our shinobi, our families, our very will of fire…"
His voice echoed across the crowd. The people listened closely.
"…But it was wrong."
Gasps and whispers spread, then slowly, heads began to rise with hope in their eyes.
Minato continued. "With the help of Jiraiya-sensei, Lady Tsunade, and the Third Hokage—we defeated it. The Nine-Tails' consciousness has been destroyed.(Just Bullshit) Its power has been sealed."
Whispers turned to cheers.
"Now, its chakra is sealed inside our heroes—two children who carry the legacy of this village. My children—Menma Uzumaki and Naruko Uzumaki."
Minato raised his hands and stepped aside as Jiraiya gently brought the two babies forward. The villagers stared in awe. The two red-haired infants glowed faintly with chakra. Some people cried. Others cheered.
"The Nine-Tails attacked us… but now its power protects us. From this day forward, these children will be known as heroes of Konoha!"
Cheers erupted. Clapping. Smiles. The will of fire was blazing again.
But in the shadows, the mood wasn't all celebration.
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Danzo's expression twisted with silent fury.
If Minato had explained all of this inside the council chamber, I could've forced him to hand over at least one of his children under the guise of 'village protection.' But he knew… the brat planned this with the Third from the start.
He shot a glare at Hiruzen Sarutobi, who only smiled faintly beside Minato, as if daring Danzo to speak out publicly.
Beside Danzo, Homura and Koharu exchanged glances, both of them equally frustrated.
"They could have trained Menma or Naruko under direct ANBU supervision," Koharu muttered.
"But now, with the public hailing them as heroes, no one will dare question Minato's decisions," Homura added bitterly.
Still, they said nothing aloud.
Time Skip – Three Years Later
In a peaceful home tucked in Konoha's residential district, the Uzumaki-Namikaze household was anything but quiet.
Menma and Niruko ran around in circles, laughing loudly as they played a mock shinobi game.
"Take this, evil fox!" Menma yelled, leaping from the sofa with a toy kunai.
Niruko followed with a spinning kick. "I'm the Hokage now!"
Kushina chuckled as she stirred ramen in the kitchen. "These two… they never stop."
But not every child in the house was like that.
Sitting quietly by the window, three-year-old Naruto Uzumaki-Namikaze stared outside at the village skyline. His blonde hair shimmered with streaks of red in the sunlight. His eyes—calm, watchful, and a bit too mature for a toddler—followed a bird as it flew overhead.
Minato entered the room, catching the look in his son's eyes. "Still watching the sky, Naruto?"
The boy turned and gave a tiny nod. "It's… peaceful up there."
Minato smiled gently, but a hint of concern flashed in his gaze.
"Even at this age… he sees things differently," he murmured to Kushina later that evening. "He learned to walk faster than his siblings. He reads symbols on sealing scrolls as if he's seen them before."
Kushina shrugged, holding baby Naruto in her lap. "Maybe he inherited your brains. Or maybe it's my Uzumaki intuition. Either way, he's special."
A few weeks later, Jiraiya burst into Minato's office, panting from a long journey.
"I've got news. Big news."
Minato raised an eyebrow. "Another book?"
"Not this time!" Jiraiya grinned. "A vision from the Great Elder Toad at Mount Myoboku."
Minato straightened. "A prophecy?"
Jiraiya nodded seriously. "The Elder said: A child will be born with power unseen. A child who will save this world—and others—from destruction that falls from the stars."
Minato's eyes widened slightly. "Destruction… from the stars?"
"Don't overthink it yet," Jiraiya said. "But the kid—it might be one of yours. Honestly, I think it's Menma or Niruko. They have the Nine-Tails' chakra. That kind of power has never been tamed before so it is still unseen . If they learn to control it, they could become stronger than any jinchuriki in history."
Minato was quiet for a moment.
"…It makes sense," he said softly. "But it feels… too easy."
He looked at a family portrait—Kushina holding Menma and Naruko beamed brightly at the camera.
Minato nodded slowly at Jiraiya's suggestion, though a trace of doubt lingered in his eyes.
"It does make sense... the Nine-Tails' chakra is an overwhelming power. If Menma and Naruko can learn to master it, they could very well fulfill this prophecy. But still—" He paused.
Jiraiya gave him a reassuring grin. "I know it's a bit of a stretch, but prophecies are never straightforward. The key is to prepare. Start their training early, Minato. Build the strength they'll need."
Minato sighed and finally nodded. "Alright, sensei. If that's the will of the Great Elder Toad, then we'll begin their training immediately."
"And there's more good news," Jiraiya added. "Tsunade's agreed to stay and help. She won't be wandering anymore. The village, the children… they've given her a reason to stay."
Minato smiled. "That's the best news I've heard all day."
Later that evening, he shared everything with Kushina. She beamed with pride at the thought of Menma and Naruko—her energetic little children—becoming heroes who would save the world.
"Our children Meenma and Naruko will be legends, Minato!" she said with fire in her eyes. "The entire world will know the name Uzumaki!"
But in her joy, she didn't notice the absence of a third name on her lips.
She didn't mention Naruto—and neither did Minato.
Meanwhile, deep in the forest...
Far away from the cheers, the destiny talk, and the village lights, a small boy with blonde-red hair walked silently under the ancient trees. His steps were light—calm, precise, almost meditative. The forest seemed to welcome him, the wind brushing through his hair as if it knew him.
Naruto Uzumaki-Namikaze was only three years old… but the world he saw was not the same as others saw.
Even from a young age—perhaps since the moment he became self-aware—Naruto could feel it.
The flow of energy in everything.
The movement of the leaves, the breath of the animals, the chakra threads of the earth itself.
And within people, he sensed something else entirely. The fire-like chakra of the Third Hokage. The stormy ocean that raged quietly within Jiraiya. The golden flare of his father, Minato. Even Kushina's immense reservoir of chakra, like a dormant volcano.
But within himself… something different stirred.
Yes, he had chakra like them. But beneath it—within it—there was something else. Something vast. Something ancient. Something not entirely human.
Sometimes, he would catch glimpses of strange, flickering symbols in his mind—sealing formulas far beyond anything he had ever seen in the scrolls he secretly read at night. Symbols that twisted like living flame, or pulsed like starlight.
He didn't understand them.
And honestly… he didn't care.
He had stopped asking himself why no one noticed. Why his parents never looked at him the way they looked at Menma or Niruko. Why Jiraiya only trained his siblings. Why his name was never brought up during village events.
He was detached. Not out of bitterness—but by nature. Emotion never clung to him long. It passed through him like a breeze.
Suddenly, a rustle came from the underbrush.
A large tiger leapt from the shadows, snarling, its eyes locked on the small boy.
Naruto's gaze remained calm.
He jumped effortlessly into the air—his feet barely made a sound as he soared.
Time slowed down.
In his eyes, the world shimmered red. The tiger's muscles flexed, its path predictable. Instinctively, Naruto moved mid-air, twisted, and landed behind the beast without touching a single branch.
The tiger turned—confused.
And then it froze.
Naruto raised one hand—and a ripple of red light pulsed from his palm, almost like a heartbeat. The air twisted around his fingers. The tiger whined, fell to its knees, and backed away in fear… then ran into the shadows, vanishing.
Naruto lowered his hand, staring at his palm.
That pulse… it was like the earth responded to his will.
Again.
"…I don't think this is chakra," he whispered to himself.
He closed his eyes. There it was again—that sensation deep within him. Something waiting. Something ancient. Not the Nine-Tails. Not human. Something older.
But still, he said nothing to anyone.
He walked deeper into the forest. Calm. Silent.