Just like that, the former Uzumaki Naruto had been renamed Namikaze Naruto after crossing over, thoroughly cementing his position as Konoha's prince.
And time slipped away without anyone noticing.
Three years passed in the blink of an eye.
Winter snow fluttered down, draping all of Konoha in silver. Naruto sat on a swing in the park, yawning boredly.
In the bitter cold, the warmth of his breath instantly turned into white mist.
These three years had been both happy and painful for Naruto. In his previous life, he had never enjoyed even a single day of familial warmth, yet here, he could obtain it without any difficulty.
Although Minato Namikaze was often unable to look after him due to government affairs, Kushina was a qualified mother, and Naruto was quite satisfied with this life.
Of course, there were things he was dissatisfied with too. For example...
"Young Master Naruto, Young Master Naruto, where are you? Come out quickly..." A ninja's anxious voice came from the distance.
Naruto sighed and lowered his head, pretending not to hear. The two were not that far apart, but Naruto had used a few little tricks. The other party would not be able to find him anytime soon.
As the Hokage's son, he could be considered Konoha's prince in a sense. Naturally, there would be some lackeys around him... ahem, no, so-called childhood tutors.
Just like Ebisu beside Konohamaru in the original story.
His current life was also much like Konohamaru's back then. On top of that, he had the Nine-Tails, a ticking time bomb, sealed within him. He was watched even more closely than Konohamaru had been, with a ninja following him almost every time he went out.
He was familiar with the guy following him now—Genma Shiranui, who had a wooden senbon