Scarlet here! This is a new naruto story! I must tell you this may not be edited. Like ever....so yeah! And I will try to update every Friday! This story has some plot twist and full of drama. I am not sure if i will make it into a love story. Maybe maybe not idk... Anyways please do enjoy!

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Update 12 - 14 - 24

This story is a mess. I created it when I was around 13-15 and it's really shitty. Don't say I didn't warn you and don't feel butt hurt if you leave a nasty comment and I reply with the same energy.

Scarlet Out!

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A little boy was running, his feet slapping the cold cobblestones as panic surged through his small, trembling body. Behind him, an angry mob shouted and jeered, their voices filled with rage, punctuated by the clanking of metal weapons. The mob was relentless—furious villagers, faces twisted in hatred, eyes full of venom, their intentions clear. He had seen this before, but it never failed to fill him with dread.

His breath came in sharp, uneven gasps as he sprinted down the narrow street, desperate to put distance between himself and the mob. His tiny heart pounded against his chest, each beat sending a wave of terror coursing through his veins. He was small, so small, barely a child in their eyes, and yet they chased him like an animal.

Turning a corner quickly, he dove into an alleyway, his only hope now to lose them in the winding, labyrinthine paths of the village. The buildings around him seemed to close in, tall and foreboding, casting shadows that swallowed him whole. His legs burned from the effort, but he pushed on, believing that the alley might be his salvation. It was tight, the walls close enough to scrape his skin as he ran, but he didn't care. The mob's footsteps were growing fainter, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself a glimmer of hope.

But then, his feet suddenly halted.

The alley came to an abrupt end, the stone wall looming before him like an unscalable mountain. He was trapped. His chest tightened, and his pulse quickened. The path had promised freedom, but instead, it had led him straight into a dead end.

He turned around, panic rising in his throat. He could hear them now, the mob's voices growing louder, closer. They had found him. There was no escape this time.

What would they do to him? He thought. Would they beat him again? Or worse, would they finally end it?

The boy pressed himself against the cold stone wall, his breath shallow, his mind racing. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to focus, trying to think of something—anything—to save him. But nothing came.

Then, he felt it.

A sharp, searing pain radiated from his side, cutting through the panic and fear. His breath hitched as the agony took hold of him. It was as if the very air had turned to ice, and the world around him blurred. His hand instinctively flew to his torso, fingers brushing over the fabric of his shirt. He could feel something warm, something wet, and the realization hit him like a thunderclap. Blood.

His breath came in ragged gasps as he searched his body, trying to find the source of the pain. His fingers trembled as they traced the deep gash just below his rib cage. The wound was fresh, the blood slick and sticky under his touch. How had they done this? When? He had been running, hadn't he? He hadn't heard any cries of pain, no sounds of blades slicing through air.

Had one of them caught up to him? Had they attacked him without him even noticing?

The world around him seemed to spin. His legs wobbled, threatening to give way beneath him, and his vision blurred at the edges. He struggled to stay upright, clutching at the wall to keep himself from collapsing. But the pain... it was overwhelming. His body was screaming at him to stop, to rest, but there was no time. The mob was coming.

He could hear their shouts now, their footsteps heavy against the cobblestones. They were closing in, their shadows stretching across the alleyway as they prepared to descend upon him. His head throbbed, his chest felt tight, and the blood continued to seep from his wound, staining his shirt and dripping to the ground.

What would they do to him this time? The boy's mind was numb with the question, his thoughts a jumble of fear and confusion. He had no answers, no way of knowing what awaited him. But he knew this much—whatever came next, it would be far worse than what had come before.

In the distance, he could hear the first angry shout, a voice rising above the others, and he knew they were almost upon him. The boy pressed his back harder against the wall, trying to make himself as small as possible, wishing he could vanish into the stone itself. But there was no escaping this, no escaping the rage of the mob.

The pain from his side pulsed with every beat of his heart, and he could feel himself growing weaker, his vision dimming. There was nothing left to do but wait, and in that moment, he found himself wishing for the one thing he had never wished for before—an end.

But would they give him that mercy? Or would they drag this out, prolong his suffering, and make him beg for death before it came?

The boy closed his eyes, preparing himself for whatever fate awaited him, his mind too clouded to even attempt to fight back anymore.

Little boys p.o.v

I pressed my shaking hand against the wound, the hot, sticky blood seeping through my fingers, a stark contrast to the chilling air around me. My chest heaved with each desperate breath, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the overwhelming feeling of dread that consumed me. My vision blurred, my strength draining with every passing second. But it wasn't the pain that truly gripped me—it was the villagers.

My breath came in shallow gasps as I struggled to stay on my feet, my vision blurring. The villagers moved closer, their slow, deliberate steps echoing in the silence. Their faces—oh, their faces—twisted into grotesque grins that never reached their eyes, expressions carved with something far darker than malice.

"P-please...please s-stop" I begged them.

" Stop?" a villager laughed.

" How funny, the little demon wants us to stop!" he sneered at me.

" You didn't stop when you were killing my family so why should I stop?"

My vision blurred, black dots swirling in front of me as the pain consumed me. Each blow felt like it was tearing me apart, and I could feel myself slipping away, my strength fading with every breath. Just as I thought I would finally lose consciousness, a figure appeared—tall, dressed in red armor. He moved swiftly, stepping between me and the villagers. For a moment, I felt a flicker of hope. But before I could hold onto it, everything went dark, and I blacked out.

Man in red armor p.o.v

I observed with quiet detachment as a small boy, no more than three, fled from a group of vile humans. Though my inclination was to intervene, I found myself curious to see if he might yet summon the strength to resist. His movements were faltering, his exhaustion palpable. As he teetered on the brink of collapse, I could no longer stand idle. With a fluid motion, I stepped forward, placing myself between him and his pursuers.

" You filthy humans! I do not understand why you would beat on an innocent child!... You make me sick!"

All of them looked at me surprised.

"B-but...he killed my family"

" Yeah, he's a demon!"

" He should be killed!"

" You people are a disgrace to humans. Can you not tell a guard from his prisoner? This child has no blood on his hands! You shall pay for your sins"

Before they had a chance to reply my hands flew through hand signs.

"Fire ball justu!"

With those words, I raised my hand to my lips and unleashed a hellish torrent of flame. The inferno shot forward with unrelenting speed, engulfing the abominations in an instant, reducing them to ash. As their twisted forms crumbled to nothing, I turned my gaze to the boy and began to walk toward him, each step resonating with power.

"I'm sorry I failed you... sorry I couldn't protect you before," I whispered, my voice barely more than a rasp. Time was slipping through my fingers, each second slipping away like sand in the wind.

"I'm dying... and you, Naruto Uzumaki, are the one I've chosen to carry my legacy. Do something great... become legendary."

With those words, I summoned every last ounce of strength. My blood, warm and thick, dripped from my fingers as I carved a circle around his small, fragile body. The air grew heavy with power as I began to chant the ancient words, each syllable like a vow—binding him to something greater than either of us.

" von einem sterbenden Seele ... Ich Vergangenheit zu dir ... meine Kräfte ... mein Gedächtnis ... .my Seele"

Third p.o.v

There was a bright flash, and the red armored man was gone.

Can ya guess who it was??? And what did he do? Find out in the next chapter!

Scarlet Out!

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