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Chapter Seven: The Boy Who Hardened
Change did not come to Naruto Uzumaki overnight.
It crept in slowly, quietly—like frost spreading across glass.
The first thing people noticed was his appearance.
Naruto stopped wearing his old, torn clothes. The bright orange, the mismatched jackets, the careless way he presented himself to the world—all of it disappeared. Instead, he began buying clothes that actually fit him. Simple. Clean. Practical. Nothing flashy, nothing childish.
It confused the shopkeepers.
It unsettled the villagers.
But Naruto did not care.
He cared about control.
Responsibility became his routine. He woke early. He cleaned his apartment properly. He ate regularly—not whatever scraps he could find, but meals chosen with intent. His life, once chaotic, now followed structure.
At the Academy, the shock was far greater.
Naruto Uzumaki—the dead last, the loud failure, the class clown—stopped fooling around.
He sat straight.
He listened.
He asked questions.
And then he started answering them.
Correctly.
At first, his classmates laughed.
Then they stopped laughing.
By the end of the year, Naruto wasn't just improving—he was excelling. Chakra theory, history, written exams, tactical problems—Naruto devoured them all with frightening focus.
Iruka watched him with mixed emotions.
Pride.
Concern.
And something close to fear.
The boy never smiled anymore.
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Naruto began visiting the Hokage monthly.
This time, not for ramen.
Not for comfort.
But for knowledge.
"I want you to teach me something useful," Naruto said plainly during one visit.
Hiruzen froze.
Naruto's tone was calm, emotionless—nothing like the child he remembered.
"…What kind of things?" the Hokage asked carefully.
Naruto met his gaze without flinching. "Things that make me stronger."
Guilt gnawed at Hiruzen's heart.
He had failed Minato. He had failed Kushina. And now… Naruto hated his father without even knowing who he was.
So Hiruzen agreed.
The first thing he checked was Naruto's chakra affinity.
The result stunned even him.
"…All five," Hiruzen whispered.
Earth. Water. Fire. Wind. Lightning.
Complete elemental harmony.
A once-in-a-generation anomaly.
From that day onward, Hiruzen personally taught Naruto—quietly, discreetly.
Two elemental jutsu per nature.
Not flashy techniques. Not forbidden arts.
But efficient, practical, lethal foundations.
Fire for offense. Wind for precision. Lightning for speed. Earth for defense. Water for adaptability.
And when Naruto proved his control beyond expectations, Hiruzen taught him the Shadow Clone Jutsu.
Not the academy version.
The real one.
Naruto absorbed it instantly—not as a crutch, but as a tool.
A force multiplier.
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But the most dangerous change was not in Naruto's skill.
It was in his response to the world.
He stopped enduring abuse.
When shopkeepers refused to sell to him, Naruto did not beg.
When civilians shoved him aside, Naruto did not flinch.
And when someone raised a hand against him—
Naruto fought back.
Hard.
Broken noses. Cracked jaws. Bloodied faces.
Not in rage.
In retaliation.
The civilian council panicked.
"The demon is going out of control!" "He's attacking people!" "This is exactly why he's dangerous!"
Hiruzen listened in silence.
Then he spoke.
"Stop calling him a demon," the Hokage said coldly. "Treat him like a human being, and there will be no problems."
No one argued.
But resentment only grew.
Naruto noticed.
He always noticed.
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When Naruto was eight years old, the village woke to blood.
The Uchiha clan was massacred in a single night.
Men. Women. Children.
All dead.
Only one survivor remained—Sasuke Uchiha.
Naruto watched the aftermath from a distance. He did not feel horror.
He felt understanding.
Power decides who lives, he thought.
Sasuke's eyes—empty, burning with hatred—lingered in Naruto's memory.
Revenge became Sasuke's path.
Naruto recognized it instantly.
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Around the same time, another conflict unfolded behind closed doors.
Danzo Shimura confronted Hiruzen privately.
"That boy should belong to ROOT," Danzo said. "He's dangerous. Untamed."
"He belongs to the village," Hiruzen replied sharply.
Danzo scoffed. "You're letting sentiment cloud your judgment."
Hiruzen stood. "I am the Hokage."
The room fell silent.
Danzo's eye narrowed. "You will regret this."
He left.
Naruto never knew how close he came to becoming a weapon.
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Life continued.
Years passed.
Naruto grew.
Stronger. Sharper. Colder.
By the age of twelve, he was no longer the loud orphan chasing acknowledgment.
He was alone.
Detached.
Focused.
He rarely smiled.
He almost never laughed.
And when he did—it never reached his eyes.
The boy who once dreamed of becoming Hokage for attention was gone.
In his place stood someone far more dangerous.
Someone who understood power.
Someone who trusted only himself.
And somewhere deep beneath that silence, a destiny was taking shape—
One that would shake the shinobi world to its foundation.
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