Hell's Adoptive Son Uzumaki Naruto

Konohagakure, the top floor of an old apartment building in the Second Ring.

"Adoptive Father!!!"

Uzumaki Naruto opened his tear-filled eyes, leaning listlessly against the small bed in the less than ten square meter room.

His Adoptive Father, the strongest man in the world with ninety-nine million units of Magnetic Field Power, the Commander of Heaven ruling over Hell, was dead, killed on the coral reef island in the Indian Ocean, having died fighting all the world's powers alone.

He, with forty million units, had his heart shattered to block Haku's Sneak Attack for his Adoptive Father, and died with him.

The scenes of the past eight years of teaching lingered in his mind, unable to recover for a long time, so that when his thoughts returned to his vision, it was already dawn.

Naruto numbly walked to the window, looking at the thatched eaves and domed buildings with smoke rising from them.

His intelligence had already told him the answer, this was Konohagakure, his birthplace.

The date on the calendar was the day he met his Adoptive Father while wandering, the year he was twelve years old. It was as if everything was just a dream, as if he had never eaten instant Ramen and shouted to his Adoptive Father that he wanted to become Hokage.

Naruto smiled, impossible.

His Adoptive Father was a real man, and so was he, a real man he couldn't have imagined in his twelve-year-old dreams.

He was back, back to this ignorant village.

When he realized this reality, his expression became calm, because the son of the Commander of Heaven would never indulge in self-entanglement, and would only move forward.

Naruto reached out, trying to rub his Cells and rotate the Magnetic Field, but the Magnetic Field did not appear, what came out was Chakra, weak, pitiful, and helpless Chakra.

He sat back at the dining table as he had eight years ago, opened the refrigerator behind him, took out a carton of milk, poured a glass, and finished his breakfast with bread.

On the cracked and peeling wall hung a yellow jacket. Naruto didn't like this style, but he put it on anyway.

"I have to buy a Trench Coat."

The first element of a strong person is their clothing style. Clothing style is related to confidence. How could he become stronger wearing such a silly outfit?

No wonder his grades were at the bottom and he failed the graduation exam three times. It turned out he was wearing the wrong clothes.

Naruto went out, climbed down the stairs, and before he even entered the street, the flow of people on the road scattered with a whoosh.

One disgusted look after another was cast at him, as if they had seen something dirty.

His Fire flared up, and he shouted loudly, "Did I kill your fathers? If you don't have anywhere to put your eyeballs, dig them out and string them into grapes to feed the Dogs!"

The pedestrians were horrified, staring and fleeing in all directions.

"Wow! This Kyuubi... plague God is going to eat people! It finally couldn't hold back!"

"Quick! Quick, call the police force!"

Naruto's Chakra rose and fell with his anger, and a fiery red phantom loomed.

What was with this village's terrible quality? He, a person with an extremely good temper, had been discriminated against for twelve years.

Before the time travel, he had even reflected on himself to appease his mentality, because he was not strong enough to be despised.

After receiving a good education in the Magnetic Field World, he realized that these villagers were just cheap, cheap and stupid, belonging to sub-humans who only deserved to be ruled and survive under the wisdom of the strong.

Walking on the familiar yet unfamiliar shopping street, Naruto looked for a clothing store, but found that the adults along the way had picked up sticks and pitchforks, watching him warily.

Naruto smiled.

Was he afraid? Absolutely not!

Even if this body was only one and a half meters tall, not his powerful two-meter-three physique before his return, he had complete confidence in subduing the sub-humans around him who weren't even Ninja.

One step, two steps.

"Naruto!"

Hearing the familiar shout, Naruto turned his head, and what came into view was a serious and anxious man, with a low ponytail and a Green Vest, and a horizontal scar on the bridge of his nose.

"Iruka Sensei." Naruto grinned, waving his hand with a big smile.

Iruka was his Teacher at the Ninja Academy, although strict, he was a good Human who had taken care of him the most and always treated him to Ramen.

Iruka gasped, wiping the sweat from his forehead, and scanned the surrounding crowd. He grabbed Naruto's shoulder and walked forward.

"Are you okay?"

"Teacher, did you run over here?" Naruto smiled brightly, he was really happy to see him again.

Iruka sized up Naruto. He had received the news of the Kyuubi rampaging and hurting people, and hurriedly jumped on the rooftops to run over, but Naruto's condition was obviously very normal at the moment.

He knew that the villagers who hated him were making a fuss over nothing, "Want to eat Ramen?"

Naruto nodded heavily, "Yeah!"

The two came to Ichiraku Ramen, a store with a corrugated iron roof, converted from a private Townhouse.

Pushing open the noren curtain with the store name painted on it, Naruto greeted enthusiastically, "Uncle Teuchi!"

The middle-aged man wearing a chef's hat, his eyes almost slits, smiled, "Naruto."

Naruto raised his arm straight, "Pork bone miso char siu Ramen!"

Iruka smiled helplessly, "I'll have one too."

"Alrighty!"

Naruto enjoyed the atmosphere at that moment, surrounded by people who cared about him, just like his Adoptive Father and sworn brother, during his martial arts training life in Tokyo.

When the steaming Ramen, with neatly arranged char siu, seaweed, and eggs, was placed in front of him, he first took a sip of the soup, and then ate it in large mouthfuls.

Be happy when you should be happy, work hard when you should work hard; controlling emotions is a compulsory course for the strong.

First complete the small goal of becoming Hokage, then there will be opportunities for bigger goals. His Adoptive Father's spirit in heaven is watching him, and he definitely doesn't want to see him degenerate and become decadent.

Iruka: "Naruto, are you sad about failing the graduation exam?"

"Not at all." Naruto finished the Ramen soup, and put the bowl down with a flourish, "It's a disgrace."

Iruka was stunned. He never expected Naruto to say the exaggerated word "disgrace." The psychological damage he suffered completely exceeded his imagination.

"Naruto, you're a smart kid..."

"I'm a Genius!" Naruto patted his Chest and interrupted, "This is an undeniable disgrace, Iruka Sensei, don't worry, I'm sure to pass the make-up exam next time, I have complete confidence!"

Iruka smiled kindly. He had been worrying too much. Naruto is always a positive and cheerful boy.

"You two are really here."

The noren was brushed aside, and a handsome man with white hair on both sides of his face looked at Naruto with a smile.

"Mizuki." Iruka greeted casually. The other party was his good friend.

Naruto's eyes, however, turned cold, very cold.

Because he remembered yesterday, after he failed his graduation exam, Mizuki incited him to steal the Scroll of Seals from the Third Hokage's house.

If his soul hadn't entered the Magnetic Field World, the naive him would have already gone.

Theft? What a shameful act!

Inciting a child to steal is even more despicable!

What's more, he is a Teacher. From the small to the big, Mizuki is a 100% hypocrite.

No wonder his grades are not good. How can he be good when he has this kind of trash as a Teacher?

Naruto knew that if he said it now, the other party would not admit it, but would instead put Iruka in the awkward position of having to believe his friend or his student.

He decided to play along.

Steal, no, borrow it once.

He didn't believe that the other party would let him steal the book without harboring other thoughts.

"Mizuki Teacher." Naruto called out, but he felt so disgusted that his Chest churned, his stomach contracted, and he almost vomited.

No, he already vomited!

Pfft!

Chewed and mashed noodles and meat mixed with viscous gastric juices, powerfully spewed out of Naruto's mouth, splashing Mizuki's head and sticking to his white hair, sliding down.

Mizuki's smile stiffened, his muscles twitched, suppressing his anger. He wanted to strangle Naruto to death, but he didn't want to lose his temper with a child in front of others.

He wanted to wipe off the dirt on his face, but he stopped raising his hand, his hand also felt dirty.

Iruka was stunned, unable to look directly, he turned his head away and reprimanded Naruto, "Apologize quickly!"

But seeing Naruto slumped on the table, looking like he had a stomachache, he quickly slapped the money on the table, picked up Naruto and left, "Sorry Mizuki, Naruto seems to be sick, I'll take him to see a doctor."

Mizuki left the Ramen shop without saying a word, slipped into the alley, scraped off the turbid matter on his face, his facial features twisted as he clenched his hands into claws.

"Evil Kyuubi brat! When I get the Scroll of Seals, I'm going to nail you to a Tree with a Kunai and barbecue you, like eating orphans from a defeated country!"