Ever wondered how it will feel to be a god, of the sorts. Not many people can say that especially in the shinobi world, where everyone is blessed with power albeit some more than others.

Our story begins as a small, hungry and frail child runs away from a group of angry, for no reason, villagers all screming demon.

This is the story of Naruto Uzumaki, wielder of the Aikopīai and jinchūriki of the juubi.

As was the usual, on october the tenth, the villagers would go on the 'demon hunt'. He would beg and beg but to no avail.

They had him cornered, beating him to their hearts' content, he felt his life fade and asked himself if that was where his life ended but it was not to be as before they could finish him off, a blinding light engulfed them, only to disappear with naruto.

Thus begins our journey.

A/N: This is my first fanfic and honestly,...i suck at writing but criticism doesn't hurt. Please review and that stuff. I know its too short but this isn't how the story's gonna be.¡ADIOS!