Chapter 2
He laughed, his smile blinding Gaara who stood in front of him, “I’ll complete the bonding in no time!” He grinned, flashing Gaara with a thumbs up. His eyes blurred for a split second and he faltered, glancing around.
“-ruto!”
He could have sworn he heard a voice, although muffled, calling out his name. He looked down, a frown twitching on his lips as the Earth shook with the voice. Was he coming?No, it couldn’t be. He only just bumped into Obito. Was the world about to open up and swallow them whole? Maybe. Or maybe there was a fight going on somewhere and they were at the center of the Earth battling it out…
Naruto shoved the thoughts out of his mind and refocused his attention on Gaara but something seemed…off; though he couldn’t put his finger on it. Probably nothing, Naruto thought, batting away the persistent thought that something was wrong and that shaking means something.
Until he focused his attention on Gaara. Or tried to, at least. His mind seemed divided, as if half of it was in the twilight zone or muddled like when he was having an off day. Naruto frowned, shaking his head as Gaara stayed smiling. Nothing changed, no concern or worry, nothing. That’s wrong… Naruto thought before it was chased away. He didn’t push it away. It went away. By itself.
“Of course you will,” Gaara said. It was as if nothing happened, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Naruto frowned for a second before sighing, offering Gaara another smile. It was nothing, it had to be. Gaara would say something if he heard something. It must be just him. Gaara sported a soft smile, glancing behind Naruto. Gaara’s smile widened, “You always do. But you might have to hurry with this one,” Gaara suggested, nudging Naruto’s shoulder before taking a step away. “You have him to wait for.”
“You talking about me?” Naruto let out a yelp, eyes widening as arms slid around his waist and a chin landed on his shoulder. “I thought you were a sensor?” Shikamaru snorted, blowing in Naruto’s sensitive ear.
Naruto did not squeal, but he did cover his ear, glaring at Shikamaru playfully, “D-Don’t do that,” he muttered, “And I am a sensor!” Naruto huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. He leaned back against the body, frowning when a certain coldness overtook him when usually he was filled with warmth. Shikamaru always warmed him up even though he usually ran colder than Naruto.
“Then why didn’t you save us?”
“Huh?” Confusion filled him but something stopped him from looking around. Naruto froze as a warm substance spread across his back, soaking through his clothes. He refocused on Gaara, about to ask him what was going on but choked on a scream as a gaping hole filled Gaara’s stomach, blood slowly sliding down his face. Naruto tried to move back but Shikamaru’s grip stayed strong.
“Why didn’t you save us?” Shikamaru hissed in his ear, grip bruising Naruto’s skin.
“I-I-”
“Why, Sunshine? Why didn’t you save us?”
Naruto screamed as a rat crawled out of Gaara’s stomach, trying to scramble back yet again but ended up being pushed forward.
He stumbled forward as Shikamaru’s arms gave way – pushed him away – tears blurring his eyes. He tripped and fell forward on a puddle of blood – Gaara’s blood. Naruto froze as red clouded his vision. Blood’s thicker than I thought, he thought, tears blurring his vision but that didn’t matter as Gaara collapsed. Naruto cried out for his friend before he slowly turned onto his butt. A scream caught in his throat as Shikamaru stood there in the lazy position he had grown to love.
Except there were bugs crawling all over him, tears of blood running down his empty eye sockets. Blood dripped down from his stomach and bugs crawled out of it. His chunin jacket was splattered with blood and the Uzushio clan symbol shown on his shoulder was ripped in half. His hair was matted with blood and Shikamaru smiled, teeth stained with blood while he looked down on Naruto. Not the loving smirk he always gave Naruto. Not the happy smile he wore as he laughed. But a cold and lifeless one. “You could have saved us. Why didn’t you?”
“I-”
“Because you’re a monster and shouldn’t be trusted.”
Naruto let out a scream – he sure was screaming a lot – and tears beading in his eyes as the ground gave way to him under him. He fell down into the blackness as Shikamaru watched him from the top, an emotionless expression that didn’t look like him. That shouldn’t look like him because Shikamaru loved him. He had to after all the times he tried to make Naruto believe it. After he actually succeeded in making Naruto believe him. He couldn’t just not care. That couldn’t be his Shika.
He let out a sob as he curled up in the air, grabbing his hair while insignificant memories, significant normally yet insignificant with the war, started reaching for him, passing by him in blurs and attacking his mind.
Rescuing Gaara.
Gaara's dead body.
Meeting Sasuke again.
The Land of Waves.
It all came back to him in blurs, short interludes reminding him of his past failures. Why couldn’t I die peacefully? Naruto thought helplessly, squeezing his eyes shut as if that could protect him from the memories. It couldn’t, they only kept bombarding him, covered by a thin veil of red.
The chunin exam.
The Gaara before Naruto befriended him.
His relationship, if they even had one, with Sasuke.
Sasuke trying to kill him.
“Stop!” Naruto cried, “Stop it, I don’t…I don’t need to be reminded of this! Just let. Me. Die!” He neared the figurative ground, tears blurring his vision as he uncurled. He hit the ground with a grunt, pain exploding within him. It seemed darker here than it did falling. No light came from anywhere and pain started sizzling in his stomach. A distant voice yelled at him, though the words were lost in the abyss surrounding him. Was it the voice from earlier? It seemed louder here than before.
A red light glared down on him and Naruto flinched as Madara’s sharingan spun into the mangekyo sharingan, staring into his own baby blue eyes. Naruto’s breath hitched as he tried to scramble away from the advancing eyes. “No one trusts you,” Madara sneered, the eye getting smaller as Madara’s body became apparent, approaching the cowering jinchuuriki. “And yet you still fight.”
“Shut up!” Naruto yelled, tears falling freely. His body didn’t move, though. Didn’t respond to his pleas to move away from the Uchiha. From the advancing red eyes that seemed to freeze him in place. Naruto cried out as Madara’s hand went through his gut, hands desperately grabbing at the wrist. Red chakra – was it tinted with blood? The chakra seemed weird… – curled around Madara, leaving him feeling cold and helpless as Kurama left his body and entered Madara’s. Madara grinned, a sick feeling coming with the gods awful grin as Naruto collapsed on his butt, tears gone as his body shrunk. All energy seemed to leave his body as Kurama materialized behind the Uchiha, looking down on Naruto’s small body.
“Kurama?” Naruto whimpered, his voice quieter than a whisper and utterly pathetic. He tried to crawl back from the presences, but his body failed him. It only sat there as the presence encroached on him, trying to smother him in the combined killing intent of Madara and Kurama combined.
“You always were powerless without me,” Kurama said, eyes darkening. “At least the Uchiha has power.”
“Don’t leave me,” Naruto whispered, almost pleadingly. They’d been together since birth, Kurama talked to him and basically became his first friend ever since Mizuki.
“It’s time you die, Uzumaki Naruto,” Madara said.
Naruto let out a choked sob – or was it a scream? – as Madara’s sharingan bared into him, taking over his mind and swallowing him into an abyss surrounded by nothing but blood and screams and death. Heads rolled around him and pain seemed to be all he knew.
Madara ripped his hand out of his heart and when did that happen? It didn’t matter, though. Pain had enveloped him and it was all he knew. All he would ever know.
Was this death? Was this what he deserved? Because he didn’t save anyone? Save everyone? It would make sense.
“WA-P!”
Why did Death have to be so painful? Wasn’t Death supposed to be peaceful? Who made up that bullshit…
“WAKE-!”
Naruto let out a sob, curling up on the ground as Madara and Kurama left him to die. At least he would be alone.
“-UP!”
*****
Naruto jolted up, tears streaming down his face and his whole body trembled. Fuck, what was that? he thought, squeezing his eyes shut and leaning back…
…where there was nothing to catch him. He flailed around before falling back onto soft grass behind him. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut against anymore tears before hauling himself up. He looked around, blinking back the remaining tears and wiping them before they could fall anymore. The Konoha symbol stared at him and the red doors stared mockingly at him. The academy? I really am dead… Naruto let out a choked laugh. The academy seemed good as new, just as he had remembered it before Pain totaled the area around him. It was a place he wouldn’t want to be in again, not the academy at least. Maybe with Iruka-sensei but…there were too many bad memories associated with the place. No wonder Death would say, ‘let’s mess with him a bit more.’ Naruto let out a small giggle, running a hand down his face. Death sucks.
“No, you’re not dead, kit,”Kurama said, seeming like there was an undertone of panic and worry. Naruto chose to ignore it, though. He didn’t want to think that Kurama saw the dream. That was when the thought, or statement, actually planted itself in his brain. Or that he was going crazy, which was perfectly plausible. Maybe he just imagined Kurama.
Shouldn’t you be up there? Naruto thought, I’m dead, you should be up there and I should be alone.
“Naruto,” Kurama sighed, letting the silence settle around him before he spoke once again. “Look at your body.”
Naruto looked at his body, confusion swirling around him. He was in his six year old body. How? What was going on? Was he dead? Was Kurama just pulling his leg? He slammed his fist into his thigh, wincing as pain erupted in it. So, he wasn’t dead, he was pretty sure. Why would Death continue to have him feel pain? So…was he actually alive? How? Why wasn’t he dead? I should be dead. Madara- Naruto shuddered, tucking his little baby legs into his body as he hid his face in his knees. Naruto took a deep breath before entering his mind space, seeing as his body grew and showed his true age - 17 and still a bit bruised around his arms and face. At least that's what he saw in his reflection in the water. He shook his head and let out a breath. He looked up and smiled slightly at Kurama as he walked up to him.
The fox was curled up and Naruto curled up on Kurama’s paw. Pain and him seemed to be one at this point, as everything in him hurt at any sudden movement. He didn’t know where, though. He just hurt all over and so much it almost seemed that he wasn’t actually in pain, only that he felt weighted down.
“How am I alive?” Naruto whispered, hands tightening slightly on the red-orange fur under him. Kurama hummed, shifting slightly. Naruto waited patiently, fiddling with the red fur.
“You made a wish, before you…died,” Kurama finally said after a long suffering minute. Naruto flinched, shifting on the surprisingly soft fur. Kurama let out a breath before continuing. “I have the power to grant that. I brought you back in time to try again. I can do it once more, if needed. Though you would be immortal. I suggest you try to get it right this time.”
Naruto froze. He went back in time? If he went back in time…
He could start again, prevent so many deaths, and stop the Akatsuki before they took the bijuu…He could stop Obito. Kill him before he revives him. He’d have to stick somewhat to the timeline. Changing it drastically would prevent him from being able to change the future he knew, dead bodies and seas of blood. Narutoshuddered, stopping any tears that would have come out. I can stop all of those deaths, stop everything that happened. Naruto could stop so many deaths.
He exited the head space, hating how his body immediately tensed under the harsh glare sent his way from a civilian mother. The boy was in his class, hiding behind his mother as they ushered along and away from him. The boy (Naruto never did remember his name) never liked him, carrying on his mother’s hatred along with a few others. Kiba had constantly beat him up though, saying the boy should shut up and mind his own business.
If he had the timeline right, he was a month or two into the Academy after his most recent failular in passing and already chatted and hung out with Shikamaru, Choji, and Kiba. They were close friends by now and, by extension, on okay terms with Ino. No one had become Sasuke-crazy just yet.
A sudden thought came to him. He’d have to face his dead comrades. His friends and the people of the village and the shinobi he saw dead on the ground. He’d have to face Shikamaru, his ex-boyfriend now, his ex-boyfriend who died right there in front of him. He didn’t think he could stomach that. I have to leave, I can go to the Toads, he thought, desperation eating at him. Tell them everything, they could help. As long as I don’t put them in any danger.
I have to leave Konoha.
The thought hit him so hard he stopped breathing. The realization dawned on him, I have to leave. I can infiltrate the Akatsuki before they do anything, and dismantle them from the inside. All alone, nothing new but still. I’ll be alone. No one to help except Kurama and the Toads. That should be fine. It has to be. I can’t stay in Konoha. It’s just a village of ghosts for me…He clenched his fists at his side, I can work against the Akatsuki.
“Or change their focus. Make them work for you,”Kurama said, breaking through his thoughts. “All of them are strong individuals. They could become useful as long as they don’t know I exist.”
“Yeah,” Naruto whispered, looking up at the blue sky. Such a happy shade of blue while his blue was dreary. That could work.
Naruto sighed and heaved himself up when he heard kids' voices nearing. He trudged away, trying to quickly leave them so that they wouldn’t mock him. He already had a lot on his mind, he didn’t need to be bullied thanks. “Naruto?” He froze, panic searing through him. No, not this early. Please not this early, he begged, “You okay?” Shikamaru asked. Naruto felt the air get knocked out of him. ‘This isn’t your fault.’
“Ah-yeah!” Naruto forced out as turned around, smiling with his eyes closed, “I’m good, just wandering around today!” he laughed, rubbing the back of his head. Shikamaru’s blood stained his hands. “I’m just gonna…go, see ya!” Naruto ran off, ignoring Shikamaru’s and Choji’s questioning gazes as he ran back to his apartment. He could just hear Shikamaru’s sigh, though he didn’t know if it was the fond one when Naruto got embarrassed and started rambling random stuff or a resigned or annoyed or something else. But it was there, just in the back of his mind.
Naruto shook his head, Just focus on the now, not the then. Focus on the then later. He just needed his frog pouch. He could get everything else at Mount Myoboku.
He ignored the whispering, the hardening gazes, the hate seething off every villager. It was different to the past year for him. He forgot how much they hated him, the love he was shown after Pain blinding him from the past abuse he witnessed. It was crazy how much they changed their opinion of him once he saved their lives.
It also made new anger rise up in him.
Ignore it, just for now. I can dwell on it later, Naruto thought as he felt himself growing short in his air supply. He ran up the steps and barged into his apartment. The lock was broken long ago after a few drunk men raided his place during the Kyuubi Festival.
He froze in his room. The place was a mess. So different from before. Before it was just dust ridden, now it was straight up a mess. He never bothered to clean it, ignoring and coming back to it every day. He didn’t even think he could clean it up himself. The mess was a constant. He needed constants in his life. It was the only thing that kept him grounded.
But now this room wouldn’t be a constant.
He felt panic build up in him, breaths coming in short. Maybe it was a delayed reaction or maybe it was what tipped the iceberg. Everything he knew, everything he wanted…it was all crashing down around him.
He just witnessed his comrades' deaths firsthand. He stepped over their bodies and his clothes had been soaked in blood. His comrades didn’t trust him to protect himself, didn’t have him help them. He wasn’t valued as a human being, only a weapon. Killer Bee and Iruka and Kakashi and Tsunade betrayed him. They didn’t trust him, they didn’t use him like the weapon he supposedly was. They locked him up and intended on keeping him there. And they would never trust him again. Everything he worked so hard for, everything he gained was all gone. All the recognition, the love, the friendship, his family…it’s all gone. Everything was gone. He was betraying the village by going to the Akatsuki.
But this was all for the village, wasn’t it? He was leaving his home to protect it. He had to protect everyone from him and from the massacre and from what happened.
But still…at least he had Shikamaru to ground him. Had Kiba as a friend. He had Konoha 11 when Sasuke went missing. At least he had this crappy apartment with no one to come back to. At least those were constants.
Now all of that is gone. He’d have no one to fall back on. He wouldn’t have a home to come back to. He would be alone. Not like that was new but it still hurt. Nothing would be constant except for the moving. He wouldn’t be able to settle down anywhere and he’d be alone forever but at least he was saving everyone. At least they wouldn’t die.
‘You should just die.’
“Hey, I’m gonna be your constant,” Kurama broke through the chain of thought, “I’ll always be your constant, kit. I’ll always be there. You won’t ever be alone. Calm down, breathe.” Naruto dragged in a sharp breath, sliding down on the ground as he let Kurama’s chakra wash over him for a quick second, “Good. We’re gonna save everyone. We won’t have to step over the corpses anymore.” Without meaning to, Hinata’s form flashed through his head. It seemed Kurama valued her over the rest, since Pain.
“Right. Yeah, okay,” Naruto whispered, standing up and breathing in deeply and snagging his frog wallet, “Let’s go.” He paused, looking around the home one last time. Sixteen years old was the last time he saw this place. His home before it was destroyed.
Now all those years didn’t matter.
He let out a breath, doing one last spin. Naruto scowled before he ran out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him and running to the edge of the woods. He paused as he passed the Hokages place, seeing Hiruzen in front of the window, looking over the village like he always did. Naruto hesitated. He could talk to the old man, tell him what he knows, save him…
No, that wouldn’t work. It would just put more people in jeopardy. Put them, unnecessarily, in harm's way. He could do it himself.
But he could at least let him know…
“Kit-”
Naruto met the old man's eyes, sure that he could see a soldier from a child just by looking in their eyes. Naruto was sure he held those eyes after the horror he witnessed, after feeling chakra network after chakra network disappear. It would have been weird if he didn’t.
Abruptly, he turned away, starting to run towards the border. That was a bad idea, he knew that, but he still did it. He didn’t know why, but he did it and now he couldn’t take it back. It was fine, he was already changing the timeline drastically anyway by leaving, especially at 6 years old. So a little eye contact wouldn’t break his plan.
He hoped.
He heard dogs barking behind him and panic shot through him. Hiruzen already sent hounds on him? Well, hope flew out the window. He’d probably have to stop hoping.
Naruto sped up the little amount his six year old body could go, breaking into the forest and turning a sharp right. Naruto let out harsh breaths as he jumped over branches and darted around bushes and tripped over rocks. He cursed as a branch cut into his skin, though he didn’t pay much mind to it. Kurama would heal it before it could scar.
He fell into a pattern. Run, jump, dodge. Almost there. Run, jump, dodge. Just a little longer. Run, jump, dodge. Keep running. Run, jump, dodge. Ignore the pain. Run, jump, dodge. Runjumpdodgerunjumpdodgerunjumpdodgerunju-
“Follow him, Pakkun!”
Naruto cursed, jumping over a log and letting out a breath of relief. He found the place he’d been shown after Ero-sennin’s death. He jumped into the pond, swimming in deep until he found a ledge to hide under. He wouldn’t be able to hold his breath but as long as Pakkun and Kakashi left, he’d be fine, right?
“If you die here, I’m not bringing you back.”
Naruto rolled his eyes, seeing Kakashi standing above him. He held his breath and ducked away when Kakashi looked into his hiding place. Just go already! Naruto scowled, feeling Kakashi’s chakra standing right above him. More shinobi were coming, some already joining him. Is a sensor coming? A hyuga? Naruto cursed, just going for it and swimming out when Kakashi wasn’t looking. Come on, the toads will be able to help. He pressed a palm to an engraving, relief being shoved away as panic took over. He heard splashes above him and felt even more chakra signatures around him. They’re going in? Not using a jutsu? Naruto noticed the shinobi right behind him and desperately swam through the opening, inhaling the air greedily as Mount Myoboku came into sight. The door closed behind him and he collapsed on the shore, coughing up some of the water that made it in.
He rolled on to his butt and let his arms hold him up, inhaling deeply the calming aroma around him. It was always calming here, the trees and in the distance the balancing spikes.
“Who are you?”
Naruto froze, looking up as an unfamiliar toad pointed a sword at him. He had light brown skin with his underbelly a snow white. He had darker brown spots decorating his skin. The sword he held seemed to be covered in a sticky substance and Naruto had an inkling that he didn’t want to get cut with it. “Oh-uh, hi?” Naruto tried, flinching when the sword inched closer to him, “I-I’m Uzumaki Naruto!” he squeaked, flinching when the toad nudged his chin with the sword, “From Konoha!” he paused, glancing around before focusing on the toad. He saw a flash of recognition before it was gone as quickly as it showed up. “Please, I-I need to see Fukasaku and Shima. Please,” he begged, scrambling onto his knees and bowing his head.
An uncomfortable silence surrounded them, Naruto feeling the toads watchful gaze on him. Naruto resisted the urge to squirm under the searching gaze, deflating slightly when the toad sighed. “Come,” he said, “You are just a kid with a soldier in you. You won’t be able to harm anyone as you are.”
Naruto let out a sigh, rising and following behind the toad. A gel like substance glared at him in the sun and Naruto resisted the urge to ask what was being produced on his back, but he resisted. He didn’t think the Toad would be very happy to have a kid ask about it or about him. Especially a strange kid who knew the Great Toad Sages names.
They walked through the open plane, a bit different to when he had last been here. Though, granted, it had been about half a decade before he had been here. They were surrounded by silence and Naruto didn’t know if he liked it or not.
Luckily, he wasn’t surrounded by it for much longer.
They walked, or hopped in his escort's case, towards a leaf house, bigger than he remembered it. Everything was, though it might’ve been because he had shrunk.
“Fuka! Shima!” the Toad yelled, sheathing his sword. “You have a visitor!”
“Who is it?” came a scratchy reply.
“A kid!”
“Huh? Did that old idiot bring a kid?”
“Jiraiya-sama didn’t drop him off!”
Naruto stifled a sigh, ignoring the two Toads as he waited for them to actually come out. Or be sent in.“Well? Bring the boy in!”
The Toad nudged at him and Naruto hesitated for a split second. Was this a good idea? Maybe he should just leave, never come back again and do it on his own. He’d find a different way to defeat Obito and stop him from being revived. He didn’t want to put the Toads in needless danger. He shouldn’t have come here.
“Well? Go on.” The Toad shoved him a little and Naruto gulped, stepping into the little leaf house.
The two elder toads stared at him before recognition blazed in their eyes.
“Oh? Minato’s kid?” Shima said, jumping towards him, “What are you doing here?” she asked. Naruto felt tears well up in his eyes as the mother of the toads landed in front of him, “What’s wrong? Jiraiya said he would bring you later in life.” She laid a hand on his cheek, “When he went back to train you or was called back.”
“Shima, I-” Naruto collapsed on his knees as tears flowed down his cheeks, “I have so much to say,” he whispered, sniffling. He didn’t even remember the last time he talked to him.
“Did something happen, child?”
That’s one way to put it, Naruto let out a watery laugh, hand going up to wipe away his tears. He’s cried too much. “So much happened,” Naruto said, “I have to tell you something.”
“Well, go on then.”
And he did. He told them everything. Kurama even added his own input every now and again. He told them about everything. From Zabuza and Haku to the Chunin exams to Sasuke to Jiraiya to Tsunade to Pain to the war to the massacre.
He never knew it had such a freeing effect to tell someone everything eating at him.
“Oh sweet child,” Shima sighed, “I am sorry you went through that.”
“The toad’s will help in any way possible,” Fukasaku said.
“We must tell Jiraiya,” Shima said, “He can-”
“Don’t tell Jiraiya,” Naruto begged, “No one can know. If they know they could get hurt and I don’t need anyone else dying. I only told you because you can hide and not die. But I won’t tell you anything else. I need to do it on my own.
They exchanged a glance before nodding simultaneously, “We won’t tell anyone else,” Shima said, “We will help you train, under our surveillance. We will respect your privacy, child,” she smiled.
Naruto deflated, “Thank you,” he whispered.
“There’s an old way of doing Sage Mode. Only one Sage has been able to do it,” Fukasaku suddenly. Naruto sniffled and looked at him curiously. He wiped his eyes with the heel of his palm. “One Sage has been able to hold Sage Mode indefinitely.”
“What?” Naruto’s eyes widened, leaning back slightly, “Like-forever? That’s what indefinitely means, right?”
“Yes,” Fukasaku nodded, a hint of a smile on his face. “Though he died two years later because of the large intake of nature chakra for too long with not enough regular chakra to balance the nature chakra.” He paused to let it sink in, Naruto nodding along even though panic had it mostly go over his head. He wasn’t really sure why he was panicking though. “Though with your Uzumaki heritage and the Kyubi’s chakra, that won’t be a problem.”
Naruto let out a breath, before frowning. “But wait…why would I need Sage mode for, like, forever?” he asked, “I’m already a natural sensor with a weirdly good range…” he trailed off, “Plus there’s contacts I could use to hide my eye color. Less of a risk of dying. I only have one more chance after all.”
“I can also change your appearance, with a little bit of help.”
Right.
Fukasaku shrugged, “Alright. It was just an option.” He smiled.
“We will train you, teach your body how to hold Sage mode for longer than before. We will get you in top notch condition or as good as we can until you decide to leave,” Shima said, “Is that alright?”
“Yes, yeah. That’s perfect.” Naruto smiled, “Thank you.”
“Of course,” Fukasaku said, “We loved Minato, and we will come to love you.”
“Who said I already didn’t?”
“Oh shut up.”
“You shut up!”
Naruto let out a small laugh, watching the bickering couple. Maybe it won’t be a horrible few years here. With their help, he could defeat Obito and prevent him from being revived. He could save Sasuke from years of hurt and anger and put him on the right path. He could stop Pain from attacking Konoha and killing Ero-sennin. He could save Hiruzen and kill Orochimaru. He could do so much now that he knows what’s going to happen. He’d make it right. No one else will die. He’d do it on his own.
He’ll bear the hatred and pain of everyone. No one will suffer anymore.
Uzumaki Naruto died in his past life.
Naoki was born to fix the mistakes of his past life.