MoonSiwa

Beginning, beginning, beginning or origin of something; Uzumaki Naruto, was a mere eight year old boy. A simple heap of meat, muscle and fat; but it was the scabbard that kept the furious Fox imprisoned, and kept it from tearing apart thousands of innocents. And despite the ostracism of which he was the victim of the vast majority of the villagers in his village, he still desperately wanted to obtain the title of Hokage and, finally, be recognized by everyone... But it was surprising how small actions could lead to big changes. A simple sigh, a brief exchange of glances, the flutter of a butterfly's wings... it all happens in the blink of an eye; but its consequences reverberate like echoes endlessly in the valley of eternity. He was like a butterfly flapping its wings, and in this case, that simple discovery, that simple scene before his eyes, was the echo of his choices. It was his genesis. It was the beginning of a Shinobi, who would burn his name deep into the flesh of that world, like a scar.