Naruto: From Fake to Real, Deceiving the Ninja World.

He was too young to understand those complex hatreds and fears, but he could clearly and acutely feel the bitterness and loneliness of being rejected by the whole world.

Then, a ball made a thud and came to rest right at his feet.

Naruto instinctively crouched down, reached out and grabbed the ball, then looked up, a bright, sunny smile spreading across his young face.

"Ugh, it's him, isn't it? He's really creepy..."

"Hey, don't hang out with him, who knows what he might do to you."

A piercing, sharp sound entered his ears. The man in front of him held his child's shoulders, his eyes lowered as he looked down at Naruto Uzumaki, his eyes filled with indifference and estrangement.

The cold words pierced his young heart, and the smile on Naruto's face froze instantly.

What did I do wrong?

I just wanted to return it to its owner...

That desire to be a part of it was crushed by that most straightforward statement, and the ball seemed to instantly become scalding hot.

He simply stood up stiffly, the ball in his hand falling to the ground.

Even though he was really hungry, he didn't go back to the bustling street. Instead, he turned around and left as he always had, sensibly staying away from places where people gathered.

My pace quickened, and I gradually went from walking to running.

The small figure stood stiffly, yet it revealed a stubborn and disheveled air as it ran towards the direction where the crowd thinned out.

He brushed past Sasuke Uchiha, who subconsciously turned his head to look and saw Naruto's departing figure, muttering, "Strange guy."

"That's the kid." The voices of adults talking reached my ears. "Have you heard? The Fourth Hokage died because of him..."

Did the Fourth Hokage die because of a child?

What the hell are these guys talking about?

Upon hearing this, young Uchiha Sasuke frowned, but still turned around without paying much attention, intending to leave.

But just then, a commotion behind him caught his attention.

Turning around to look at the sound, I saw a figure standing in front of the child.

It seems that the blond-haired child bumped into him.

Upon seeing the figure's face, Sasuke Uchiha instantly thought of that person's name.

That's a name that's been frequently mentioned by the clansmen lately, and they talk about it with sighs, envy, or anger.

—Hyuga Kumokawa.

PY wrote a book; he's a veteran Naruto fanfiction author and very talented.

Title: Teaching in Naruto, the System Says I'm Tsunade's Student

Synopsis: Kitazawa, a transmigrator with no background, is an ordinary Chunin who survives to the end by teaching at the Konoha Ninja Academy.

When he turned twenty-one, a problematic system arrived.

[Host is now six years old. The strongest Naruto training system is now activated.]

[Mission: Become Tsunade's apprentice and become one of the new Legendary Sannin alongside your classmates Naruto and Sasuke.]

"What kind of retarded system is this? I'm already twenty-one years old. Naruto and Sasuke are both my students. How can I become Tsunade's disciple? Answer me!"

[Quest Reward: Yin Seal.]

"System, you win! I'm a genius who just turned six! Deep Blue plus points! Let me see your limits!"

Chapter 143 Uchiha Shisui's Suspicion

"Hoo! Hoo!"

With his vision blurred, the stone path beneath his feet seemed endless, and Naruto could still hear those cold words echoing in his ears.

All he wanted to do was run back home as quickly as possible, back to that quiet house where, at least no one would point fingers at him, and hide himself away.

But just as he was desperately fleeing down the street, everyone he encountered would frown and back away.

boom!

It was as if he had crashed into a wall that was not hard but surprisingly solid; the huge impact caused him, who was already as light as a willow catkin in the wind, to lose his balance.

The small body fell backward, landing heavily on the cold ground, its palms scraping painfully from the rough surface.

"I'm so sorry!" Naruto blurted out almost instinctively, "I... I didn't mean to..."

He didn't dare to look up at the person he had bumped into, afraid of seeing another pair of eyes full of disgust. His small body shrank into a ball out of embarrassment.

However, the expected scolding did not come.

A hand reached out in front of him, appearing in his downcast gaze.

The hand was long and slender with distinct joints, bearing calluses from years of practice, yet its movements were exceptionally gentle.

Instead of pulling him up directly, it quietly laid out in front of him, like a patient, silent invitation.

Naruto was stunned by what he saw, his voice caught in his throat. He tentatively raised his head and looked up along the hand.

What came into view was the person's body, with one hand supporting their knee, lowering their center of gravity, and leaning slightly forward.

There was no coldness or anger on that face as he had expected; instead, there was a smile that felt unfamiliar and bewildering to him.

The sunlight fell on that face, and even those pure white eyes seemed to radiate a gentle warmth.

"Yes, it's you..."

A faint light seemed to flash through Naruto's mind as he recalled the image of him slapping three children away with three backhands. He blurted out, "That strong older brother?"

"It's you." Hinata Kumokawa seemed to remember him too, extending his hand and asking, "Are you alright?"

Naruto instinctively wanted to raise his hand to grasp it, but just before his fingertips were about to touch it...

"Wait, Lord Hyuga Kumokawa, don't touch him!"

A slightly tense but loud voice abruptly broke the tranquility of the surrounding streets.

Hinata Kumokawa looked up following the sound and saw a middle-aged man next to him.

"Ahem, you are unaware of this."

The man wore a fawning smile, mixed with a self-righteous shrewdness: "This child is the reincarnation and incarnation of the nine-tailed fox that killed the Fourth Generation Lord!"

This sentence was like a stone thrown into water, instantly creating a huge ripple.

“Look at that child’s face…”

"Yes, yes, yes! It's him. I've heard about him too."

"Lord Yun Chuan, you are a young and promising hero just like the Fourth Hokage was back then. You mustn't let this guy get involved with you!"

The cacophony of whispers and shared understanding surged forth like a icy tide, instantly freezing and sealing back the barrier that had just begun to show a crack.

The crowd, which had quieted down slightly upon seeing Hyuga Kumokawa appear, resumed its noisy buzzing, with several pairs of eyes watching Uzumaki Naruto with tension and a hint of scrutiny.

"me……"

Naruto's hand, which had just been raised, froze in mid-air. The faint flame that had just ignited was instantly extinguished by the cold water, leaving only icy coldness.

He lowered his head again, not daring to look at Hinata Kumokawa's face, fearing that after learning his "identity," the other party would also show the same coldness and aloofness as everyone else.

He could only bury his head even lower, the tears he was trying to hold back welling up in his eyes again.

However, under everyone's gaze, Hinata Kumokawa's smile faded considerably.

It doesn't disappear, but rather, like the thin snow of early spring, it quietly melts away at a certain temperature, revealing a more serene underlying color.

He did not respond to the villagers immediately, nor did he look down to see Naruto's expression.

Those pure white eyes slowly lifted up.

He scanned the faces of the villagers, which were filled with self-righteous goodwill and deep-seated prejudice.

"..."

When those eyes, devoid of any emotion yet seemingly able to penetrate the soul, calmly swept over everyone chattering away.

The originally noisy discussions gradually subsided until they disappeared completely.

The villagers, who had previously spoken with absolute certainty, suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

It was as if some of the unbearable things deep within their hearts were reflected without any obstruction by those pure, white eyes.

As a result, the street fell into a deathly silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and everyone instinctively held their breath.

Hinata Kumokawa's gaze fell on the face of the man who had first spoken up to remind him.

"A nine-tailed fox reincarnated? Who killed the Fourth Hokage?"

He looked at the villager with a faint smile on his face and asked in a calm voice, "Where did you hear these claims?"

"This, I..."

The man was taken aback by the question, and his face turned somewhat embarrassed and flustered.

His eyes darted around, and he stammered for a long time before his gaze fell on another woman beside him. He pointed at her as if grasping at a straw: "Yes, it's her! I heard it from her!"

Upon hearing this, everyone instinctively looked in the direction he was pointing, and the woman he had mentioned instantly became the focus of attention, her forehead beaded with sweat.

Hinata Kumokawa's gaze naturally shifted to the woman.

Under that calm yet inexplicably oppressive gaze, the woman swallowed hard.

"This this……"

Her voice was dry and tight, filled with barely concealed panic, as she blurted out, "Everyone, everyone's saying it! It's been all over the village for ages! Who, who doesn't know?"

"I see, that's what everyone says..."

Hinata Kumokawa nodded slightly, neither confirming nor denying, his gaze slowly sweeping over the silent crowd around him. His calm voice clearly spread out: "So, who is it?"

"Among those present, is there anyone who has personally witnessed this child doing anything to harm others, even something trivial?"

Upon hearing this, even the air seemed to freeze.

Deathly silence.

The crowd looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

Disgust and fear spread like a plague, and people scrambled to stay away from it, hurl insults at it, and even taught their children to see it as a monster.

But the root of this disgust and fear is simply the rumor that "everyone says so," as if no one has actually seen the child harm people.

Actually, this is their weakness. It's not that no one has thought of this, but it has nothing to do with them.

Their idea is to avoid causing trouble for others and not to provoke trouble. This seemingly normal idea has evolved into collective indifference and bullying.

In their view, even if Naruto Uzumaki really wasn't the reincarnation of the demon fox, so what? In the end, they hadn't done anything heinous, had they?

Everyone's doing this and saying this, so there must be something wrong with him, right?

If someone really holds a grudge later, you can just bow and apologize, right?

I've already apologized, what more do you want from me?

Therefore, even though they were speechless in the face of Hinata Kumokawa, some people still harbored a faint resentment.

As a result, Hinata Kumokawa's expression softened again, and that gentle, approachable smile reappeared.

"Everyone, we are all villagers of Konoha," he said gently. "Living under the same roof, sharing the trials and tribulations of the ninja world, we are family who rely on each other."

"How can family members hurt each other based on baseless rumors without any evidence?"

“Even if it weren’t this child here, I would still believe in any of you without hesitation.”

[Your lie has been judged as "sweet talk," causing emotional fluctuations in Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki, and others, reaching the level of "believing it to be true," thus gaining 700 Truth Points.]

At some point, the pupil on the hilt of the sword at Hyuga Kumokawa's waist opened.

These words were like warm spring water flowing into a lake of hearts, slowly dissolving the resentment in the hearts of those present, and their furrowed brows unconsciously relaxed.

Some of them even showed a hint of guilt on their faces. Uchiha Sasuke, who was watching this scene from a distance, also stared at Hyuga Kumokawa with some curiosity.

Naruto also raised his head at this moment, his blue eyes wide open, filled with disbelief.

He stared blankly at Hinata Kumokawa, the golden sunset casting a hazy glow on his tall, slender figure, as if covering him with a layer of light, making it impossible for him to look away.

Just as Naruto's mind went blank, filled with unprecedentedly complex emotions, Hyuga Kumokawa looked at him again.