Outside the Konoha Ninja Academy…
Naruto sat alone on the swing, head buried in his hands, the setting sun casting long shadows beneath him. His small frame looked lonely under the fading orange glow.
In the distance, students and parents gradually dispersed.
Even from far away, Naruto could still hear them:
"Don't get too close to that monster."
"We're graduating soon. Why hasn't that monster dropped out yet?"
"I wish that monster would just disappear."
"I heard he vandalized the Hokage Rock again. Disgusting."
The whispers stung.
Naruto buried his head deeper, face filled with confusion and pain.
He didn't understand.
What had he done that made everyone hate him?
Why was he isolated, shunned, treated like a plague?
No one even dared insult him to his face.
They only whispered behind his back, pretending he wasn't human at all.
Yet, as always… that sadness didn't last.
It was as if something deep inside his heart absorbed the pain—
quietly swallowing the hurt and burying it in the darkness.
Naruto breathed out, forcing a grin.
"I'll definitely… absolutely become Hokage!"
"Then I'll make all of you acknowledge me!"
But the courtyard was empty.
No one heard him.
After shouting, Naruto turned toward the school gate.
"Why isn't Iruka-sensei here yet? Wasn't I supposed to clean the Hokage Rock as punishment?"
"Did I make him too angry with the Sexy Jutsu?"
Tomorrow was the graduation exam, so Iruka had held a practice test.
Naruto, hopeless with the Three Body Technique, tried to cheat using his Sexy Jutsu.
Iruka had gotten a nosebleed and hadn't recovered for a long time.
"It's fine if he doesn't come… I'm too lazy to clean anyway…"
He tried to act casual, but the disappointment on his face couldn't be hidden.
After all, Naruto caused mischief just to receive attention.
Even if it was negative, it was better than being ignored and hated.
---
Meanwhile, inside Naruto's consciousness…
Feng Xu watched Naruto stand up and prepare to leave.
"So I appeared because he was cursed behind his back…?
So even mild negative emotions are enough to let me surface."
He originally believed he'd only appear when Naruto had extreme emotional fluctuations.
"If that's the case…"
Feng Xu looked around the void.
"System, I want to switch personalities."
[Switching personalities…]
[Ding! Insufficient negative emotion. Switch failed.]
"As expected."
He wasn't disappointed. It meant he only had temporary visibility and the ability to speak.
He turned his attention back to Naruto.
"He used the Sexy Jutsu on Iruka… and is being punished to clean the Hokage Rock.
That places the timeline right at the beginning of the story."
"Tomorrow night is when he'll steal the Scroll of Seals and experience his first major rampage."
Perfect timing.
Naruto had almost no one to trust at this point.
The ideal moment for Feng Xu to slip in.
After all—
"Naruto is me, and I am Naruto."
"If he can't trust himself… who can he trust?"
His time was limited.
Naruto's emotions were stabilizing; soon he would be forced back into the depths.
He had to make contact now.
Feng Xu reached out toward Naruto and shouted:
"Naruto Uzumaki!"
---
In the real world…
Naruto had just taken a step forward when a voice echoed in his mind—
a voice exactly like his own.
He froze.
"Who's calling me!?"
He looked around wildly, but the empty courtyard offered no answer.
The voice sounded identical—
same tone, same pitch—
as if Naruto had called himself.
He shook his head rapidly.
"No way… no way… that's too creepy!!"
To confirm, he whispered:
"Naruto Uzumaki?"
Before he could compare the sounds, the voice replied:
"Yes. It's me."
Naruto's eyes widened.
Then came the scream.
"AAAAAHHH!!!"
"There's a ghost!!!"
Feng Xu: "…"
Naruto sprinted away, crying loudly.
"I'm not a ghost! I'm inside your head! I am you, Naruto Uzumaki!"
"IN MY HEAD!?"
Naruto screamed even louder.
"HELP!!! Grandpa Third! Ichiraku! Iruka-sensei!!!"
"I'M POSSESSED!!!"
Feng Xu stared blankly.
"…Forget it."
He transferred a portion of his memories to Naruto.
---
Outside, Naruto stumbled to a stop.
A wave of dark, painful emotions crashed into him—
rage, loneliness, despair—
all the memories Feng Xu had inherited.
His face twisted, eyes filled with raw resentment.
Then, in less than a breath, the surge faded.
Everything sank back into Feng Xu's side of the consciousness.
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