Welcome everyone to a new story that wouldn't leave me for quite a while. I finally found some spare time to write it since my muse simply wouldn't function for any other story until I got started with this one. The idea hit me when I found myself appalled at the lack of Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan fanfics that I could come across on this site. The idea hit me and after discussing it with a few people, it might be worth giving this crossover a shot. The series has so much potential that it wouldn't hurt to combine it with another universe since they haven't gone that far outside the walls in the manga yet and it may still be quite some time before they do.

And without anything else to say, enjoy!

(Prologue)

Naruto silently bit back the urge to sigh heavily as he lazily opened his eyes to the early morning rays of sunlight that shone through the window. It was yet another day, one more day to add to his pathetic life. Well, it wasn't overly pathetic but it was still horrible nonetheless.

The blond haired boy then gave into the temptation and sighed heavily as he sat up to stretch before taking a deep yawn. He then took a moment to gaze around his room before moving the bed cover aside to stand up. As he headed to the washroom to freshen up for the day, he decided that he could do the bed later on in the day, nobody was going to enter his room aside from him anyways so why bother in the first place?

At eleven years of age, Naruto was fairly average in height standing at five feet and had a light build. It wouldn't be very hard to notice him however, as his spiky and unkempt golden locks were a rarity within all the three walls. As a matter of fact Naruto could go as far as to say that he was the only one with golden blond hair. As if that wasn't enough, deep wells of dark blue cerulean eyes that practically shone in the light lit up his face. Yet his most distinctive feature was the set of identical whisker marks that he possessed. Three parallel lines symmetrical on each cheek that looked like deep grooves within the skin.

The blond boy sighed again after he finished brushing his teeth and washing his face. His strange looks were one of the reasons that he was being purposefully isolated within the orphanage and in the neighbourhood in general. Apparently people didn't like what was different all that much.

The fact that in the five story orphanage, he had the top floor all to himself was a testament to how isolated he was from everyone else. All the new children would rather bunk together rather than to mingle with him, the Demon Boy. Naruto wasn't sure were exactly those rumours started or why they did but they just, did. Somehow the rumour started that only a demon could have such naturally engraved, distinctive marks on their cheeks, that only demons had his unnatural shade of hair, that his blue orbs were tricks of pity that would be used to lure you in.

It certainly didn't help that it was the caretakers themselves that had been spreading it.

Another thing that had the ten year old wondering, was what the weird markings on his stomach indicated. It was only visible when his shirt was up, but it was very hard to miss. The spiraling runes gave off a very bad vibe indeed and were another source of question to his tormentors that pushed him away.

Naruto then stared at the mirror at his miserable face for a long moment before slapping himself harshly. That frown wouldn't do! The best way to get back at everyone else was to show that he wasn't affected by what they were putting him through. A wide grin then made it to his face. What better way to irritate them than with a blinding smile? No matter how fake, it would get the job done.

Throwing on a black shirt with an orange spiral on both front and back sides as well as some orange cargo shorts, the blonde eleven year old then strapped on his black sandals and bravely marched out of the room to the mess hall on the first floor. Two minutes later saw him back at his front door after remembering to head back and close it.

The mess hall was bustling with the noise of a great many children of varying ages going about their business and eating their fill along with all the caretakers moving about. Yet the silence arrived just as suddenly as Naruto dropped to the last of the stairs, with all eyes turned to him. Some had looks of fear, others detest, and some with jealousy. It didn't phase the blond however since he was used to it. He had been in the orphanage for as long as he could remember anyway, and he'd seen those looks since he could understand what they meant. He answered back with that stupid grin that he had already plastered onto his face, relishing in the fact that some caretakers had their eyes twitching at the sight of it.

With his blinding smile still plastered onto his face, Naruto strode straight through the mess hall on his way out. He didn't mind about breakfast since he was usually served later on, alone. But that wasn't his main objective. His goal was to make it outside of the orphanage building altogether to greet the old man that seemed to be asleep in his rocking chair, out on the front porch of the orphanage.

The second he passed underneath the doorway the noise started up again in the mess hall, resuming as everyone hastily returned to their business now that he had left them. The blond eleven year old paid it no heed as a real smile filled his face.

"Good morning Old Man!" He shouted excitedly.

The old man in question cracked open one eye lazily to gaze at the boy as he drew a long breath from his wooden pipe. "Good morning to you too Naruto, eager to get started this early?" he asked kindly.

This was one of the reasons for Naruto's real smile. This old man was one of only two people to show him any sort of kindness, and unlike the other caretakers at the orphanage Naruto was certain that this old man's generosity and kindness were genuine and not forced. It was probably why some of the other children were jealous of him; the demon brat got to spend so much time alone with the owner of the orphanage. It was simply too much for a mere child to comprehend yet it was something that the blond eleven year old never questioned.

"What about your breakfast Naruto?" The man questioned curiously, "Skipping out on it again? That's not good for a growing body you know?"

Naruto looked back up into the man's withered old face. It was no secret that the owner was very old based on all the wrinkles that were forming everywhere and the fact that he couldn't move very fast anymore. The small white goatee and the lack of hair made it even more apparent. Other than that Naruto had to question the man's choice of clothing. Naruto was sure that if he was the only one with golden blond hair, then the owner of the orphanage was the only one with this specific fashion sense. It was strange and unique that was for certain.

Upon the old man's head sat a red square hat that looked similar to a pyramid with rounded edges and on two of the sides, pieces of white cloth draped down to hide the back of the old man's head and neck while the front was left open. On the front corner of the hat sat a kanji that the man explained meant Fire. As for clothing, Naruto was wondering why an old man would wear two robes on top of each other. The first was a red that matched the red present on his strange hat while the second was a white robe with more red kanji travelling down the back meaning something that Naruto had already conveniently forgotten. Not to forget a large white scarf that was draped around his shoulders. Those kanji were a language that Hiruzen had said were long forgotten yet was teaching Naruto anyway.

In other words the old man looked as foreign as foreign could be.

"That's no problem gramps! I can always get some later! I want to continue our lessons already come on!" Naruto insisted as he practically bounced up and down in excitement. The lessons had only begun around two years ago but Naruto was already improving rapidly, well according to the owner of the orphanage anyway. The boy may not have enjoyed the theoretical aspects all that much due to the time it took, which was almost the entire time, but he still understood their importance and absorbed them as best he could.

The old man chuckled heartily as he messed up the blond boy's hair. "Easy there, with that much energy you'll burn yourself out before you even reach twenty!"

The blond eleven year old merely grumbled in response as he pouted trying to fix his ruffled up hair.

"Excuse me Sir Sarutobi," A male caretaker with his hair tied up in a ponytail interrupted politely from the door. "I've brought some of your ginger tea." This man also had a scar that ran horizontally across his face, something from a childhood accident.

If it was possible, Naruto's smile grew even brighter at the sight of the only other man to ever show him kindness. This went unnoticed however as the two older men focused on each other.

"Nonsense Iruka! How many times must I tell you to simply call me Hiruzen? We've known each other for years and being called sir just makes me feel old!" The now identified man chuckled once again before drawing another breath from his pipe.

Iruka had the decency to look sheepish as he scratched the back of his head, "Sorry Hiruzen, it's just difficult to get used to being so, familiar, with my superior." The scar faced man then turned to the other person on the porch after handing the old man his tea. "And good morning to you too Naruto!"

Taking that as his cue, Naruto leapt up to embrace the caretaker in a fierce hug. "Good morning to you too Iruka!"

"Are you off to your 'secret' training with sir Sar-Hiruzen today?" Iruka asked as he patted the shorter Naruto's head, catching his slip up again.

He received a vigorous nod in response.

Turning to the old man in the rocking chair, Iruka was only mildly surprised that Hiruzen had already somehow managed to down the entire tea mug he had been given and was already out of the rocking chair and making his way down the road with a walking stick. The scar faced man then narrowed his eyes. Somehow the orphanage owner had done all that without the lit wooden pipe ever leaving his mouth.

"You'd better get going then, you might get left behind otherwise." Iruka casually warned the unaware boy next to him.

Naruto's eyes widened in surprise and he spun around rapidly to catch sight of Hiruzen already quite a way down the street. "Gramps wait up!" He yelled as he darted after the old man.

"I'll leave your breakfast in you room Naruto!" Iruka called out after the fleeing boy.

The blond turned his upper torso while still running to wave a goodbye and thanks before disappearing into the crowd.

Meanwhile a small smile made its way onto Iruka's face before returning to his duties as a caretaker at the only orphanage in the entire city of Shiganshina.

Walking side by side, the pair made it to the interior of wall Maria as they exited the village of Shiganshina. Their private training ground was safely hidden away from the prying eyes of everyone else. It wasn't exactly what anyone would call hidden but it was far enough from human activity that the chances of being seen or heard at all while doing their unique activities were slim to none.

That didn't mean that Hiruzen couldn't already start the lesson while on the long journey there. "So Naruto, I'll ask again, what is chakra and how is it formed?" He asked in lecture mode. It was always good to revise what you had already learned.

Without missing a beat Naruto quickly recited what he knew from memory. "Chakra is a special energy formed by the combining of both a person's spiritual energy from the mind and physical energy from the body. Chakra is formed once they reach a balance and this energy can be used for all sorts of things. Although everything has chakra, even rocks and plants, not every human can access or use their chakra."

Hiruzen nodded in approval before moving on to the next question. "Now can you list all the basic jutsu (techniques) that I have been teaching you recently and what their purpose is for?"

"Well, there is the Nawanuke no jutsu (Rope Escape Technique) which is used to loosen any of the ropes or bindings wrapped around us as long as we have chakra to form. Then there is the Karuremino no jutsu (Cloak of Invisibility Technique) which allows us to turn almost invisible by causing distortions in the air around us so that people think no one is actually there provided that you are silent enough."

" This is followed by the Shunshin no jutsu (Body Flicker Technique) which lets the user's body move at extremely high speeds to a location that they can see or have seen as long as it is nearby. Range depends on user's skill but usually one can only shunshin around a mile or so. The next one you taught me was the Henge no jutsu (Transformation Technique) that allows you to take another person's form or anything's form as long as you have enough chakra and provided that you can clearly imagine what you want to become. But you also need to know the mannerisms of a person as well as their schedule if you want to impersonate them."

"Next is the Kawarimi no jutsu (Substitution Technique) which lets you swap places with any inanimate object or another person as long as both are of similar size otherwise too much chakra will then be used up. Finally there is the Bunshin no jutsu (Clone Technique) which allows us to cast a small genjutsu (Illusion) to make a perfect imitation of ourselves to fool opponents or serve as a distraction." Naruto recited once again.

Just the thought to being able to practice all of them once again in secret with the old man was already making Naruto giddy with excitement. Of course the learning part had its drawbacks since you couldn't just get everything right on the first try. Add that to the fact that the old man could barely perform any of those jutsu now without breaking into a coughing fit. Hiruzen's excuse was that he was an old man and that he had so little chakra left in his chakra pool while Naruto's would only grow. That meant that Hiruzen could only demonstrate each jutsu a special few times.

Not that Naruto had any problem with that, but he was getting on remarkably well with each of the 'basic' techniques he was being taught. The blond boy began pondering what more advanced techniques could do if these were only the basic. The only ones he was having problems with were the Shunshin (Body Flicker) and the Bunshin (Clone).

First was that he could not properly aim his shunshin, even if he was looking directly at the spot that he wanted to be transported to. Crashing into trees or buildings at the speed of a shunshin hurt like hell by the way. And those few times that it did work, he was too bewildered to do anything other than trip and fall flat on his face. Or vomit, like the first few times it did work.

And the Bunshin? That was hopeless, the product was supposed to be an indistinguishable copy of the original user, not some spineless, see-through piece of jelly. Hiruzen just told him he needed to work on his chakra control, by walking up trees then walking across water. Naruto wouldn't have believed him if he hadn't seen it himself around a week ago. If he didn't know better he would have called Hiruzen a magician. But the old man preferred to be called a 'Shinobi', whatever that meant. The smoking elder would never elaborate. But Naruto simply assumed that it was part of the new language he was being taught. He never heard anyone else speak Japanese before. He was doing well enough to speak a little with Hiruzen, but he still had a lot to learn.

"Naruto, today we will be working on your Taijutsu (Body Techniques/Fighting Skills) again. You've already got a firm grasp on all the jutsu I have given you and you can practice that on your own time, as well as your other chakra control techniques." Hiruzen said calmly, breaking Naruto out of his thoughts.

The blond boy however was confused and did not even try to hide it. "Aww come on old man! Why! Taijutsu is boring and it's not even like we'll be fighting other humans anytime soon." Naruto added in a pout as he crossed he arms.

Hiruzen chuckled a little before taking another breath from his pipe. "I'm teaching you how to always be prepared Naruto, you can never be too ready. It is one vital fact of being a shinobi."

"But I'm not going to be a shinobi! And there's only one of you anyway and I don't even know what a shinobi does." Naruto complained again.

"You will find out soon boy, ever since I started teaching you, you have already been classified as a shinobi. And as your teacher I get to decide what to teach you." Hiruzen explained patiently. "And as your teacher I also say that we must learn Taijutsu. You seem to be quite proficient at brawling already but that will only get you so far. Technique and finesse will always beat brute strength, remember that Naruto." He added as an afterthought.

"Okay Okay, you got me. But wait, was that another 'phrase of wisdom' that I was supposed to remember?" Naruto asked sheepishly and Hiruzen began laughing.

"It seems we need to work on you observation skills as well Naruto." Hiruzen looked at Naruto's face and realized that the eleven year old was still waiting for an answer. "Just in case, yes Naruto, you're supposed to remember that and implement it."

Naruto nodded in determination as he began committing the phrase to memory. The old man let the boy alone for a minute, proud that Naruto was taking so well to his teachings.

"Umm, old man? Which part of that was I supposed to remember?" Naruto asked innocently.

Hiruzen almost face planted into the dirt road.

Naruto pushed himself harder and harder. It was already late afternoon and yet he was running through the same Kata (Movements/Stances) that he had gone through all morning with Hiruzen. The old man had literally and figuratively beaten the new fighting style into him before leaving him alone to practice in the training ground. Naruto also had a newfound hatred for that walking stick that the old man had been carrying.

The old man had gone home at around noon already exhausted due to overexerting himself for the entire morning. One thing Naruto would say was, even at that age, that man could fight. Even leaning on a walking stick, Naruto got the shit beaten out of him. But that was before Hiruzen managed to force him to adapt to the new fighting style, by whacking him extra hard with the walking stick every single time he strayed from it.

Naruto adapted quickly, noticing that the new style got him hit less, even while Hiruzen was trying to hit him on purpose and Naruto was never so proud to have landed a single hit. A glancing blow to an old man on a walking stick! But even Naruto would admit that this more fluid new style of fighting was definitely a big bonus, he just had to master it. Even if it was fairly simple in nature and not that advanced.

Not that it would be a problem to master the simple style since Naruto had been here all day moving non stop and working on gaining muscle memory. For some reason that neither he nor the old man could seem to figure out, Naruto had a seemingly inextinguishable energy depot that lead to great stamina. Basically he could carry on and on until someone forced him to stop. Naruto remembered being overjoyed about that little fact until Hiruzen warned him that it was possible to overwork yourself without realizing it before leading to an early death. Naruto had shut up after that.

But it was going to get dark soon and they Naruto belatedly remembered that he hadn't eaten anything for the entire day. Maybe it would be a good idea to head back, since he didn't want Hiruzen or Iruka to worry. He was also probably more than a little hungry.

The sound of a twig snapping had him almost jumping straight out of his skin as he whirled around to face the intruder to his training area, only half realizing that he was still in his fighter stance. Naruto could literally hear Hiruzen scolding him in his head about being caught of guard when a shinobi had to always pay attention to his or her surroundings.

"Who's there?" he demanded threateningly. Well, as threatening as an eleven year old could be anyway.

Iruka walked slowly out of the bushes with his hands up in surrender and a disarming smile on his face. "It's only me Naruto. Hiruzen sent me out to fetch you and I decided to test your awareness again. Unfortunately I don't think I was doing too well." The scar faced man admitted sheepishly.

Naruto relaxed his stance and let out a deep breath. "Thank goodness that it's just you. I thought that someone was watching me."

"It's just fine. It's good to be cautious anyway. But I think we should be heading back now, Mizuki is waiting for us at the gate." Iruka explained.

The blond eleven year old however scowled in response. "What does he want?" Naruto asked, not even trying to hide his distaste for the white haired caretaker at the orphanage.

"Now don't be like that Naruto, Hiruzen sent him as well to accompany me. But I didn't think he wanted to walk far so I left him at the gate." Iruka said as he tried to calm down his charge.

"Tch, I'm surprised he made it that far." Naruto spat venomously.

Iruka frowned a little before picking up a stick and whacking Naruto on the head.

Naruto recoiled in irritation as he held his paining head. "Oi! What was that for!" He demanded angrily only to receive another whack.

"Manners Naruto." Iruka reminded.

Naruto's eyes widened in surprise before realizing he was being punished by Iruka again and he bowed his head. "Sorry Iruka, it won't happen again." He promised sincerely.

"That's better." The scar faced man said before ruffling Naruto's hair, "Now come on, let's head back and get you filled up."

Naruto looked up questioningly.

Iruka caved in. "With ramen of course. I'll make it."

The way Naruto practically beamed at him was definitely worth it. Iruka dreaded what would have happened if neither he nor Hiruzen had turned their eyes to the boy and took their time to help raise him. Would Naruto still be the way he was now? Would he be a silent, abused and isolated child? Would he even still be alive? Iruka shivered at the thought and faced the boy again. It was best not to think like that.

Unknown to him Naruto was watching the older man's face intently, wondering what was going through the scar faced man's mind. He loved the young man as much as he would a brother or a father just as he viewed Hiruzen as a grandfather figure. Try as he might he could not figure out what they saw in him. Hiruzen maybe since the old man was a shinobi and said that only a handful amount of people could actually access and use chakra. If Naruto was being taught so that the practice wouldn't die out then Hiruzen was being reasonable, but that didn't mean that the old man had to be nice to Naruto did it? Naruto would never find out, he knew that much. Shinobi were supposed to be full of secrets anyway.

'Deception is a vital tool for shinobi.' Hiruzen had once said, and Naruto would never forget it. Although applying it seemed to be a different matter altogether.

But then what was Iruka doing? Everyone had some sort of motive. That was another lesson from Hiruzen. Was Iruka trying to get close to him for some reason? A hidden motive? Was Iruka just being nice to deceive him? Unlike Hiruzen Iruka was no shinobi otherwise Hiruzen would have known. Wouldn't he?

Naruto growled in frustration. Being a shinobi and always 'looking underneath the underneath' was hard. Another important phrase of shinobi life. Wait, look underneath the underneath? Was Hiruzen sending him a hidden warning to look out for Iruka who might have…?

Naruto growled again. Hiruzen had said it would all come naturally to him and not to over think everything otherwise he would be too paranoid to function, not that paranoia was bad since it kept a shinobi alive but what if maybe…?

After a third growl and shaking his head in frustration he looked back to see Iruka looking at him strangely.

"Are you okay Naruto? You don't seem well."

Naruto frowned. Great, he was caught unaware again. A shinobi had to remain alert of their surroundings. He could picture Hiruzen whacking him with that damned walking stick again, especially if he was getting thrown out of form by a mere civilian of all things.

"Yeah I'm fine Iruka. I just realized that I was really hungry after all." The eleven year old emphasized the fact by clutching his stomach.

He noticed Iruka looked satisfied and nodded to himself. Apparently deceiving people seemed to be quite easy and he was learning.

"Then we'd best head back as soon as we can to fill that bottomless pit you have in you." Iruka teased.

Naruto grinned back. "Last one to the gate does the other's laundry."

Iruka grinned back as well. "Deal."

Naruto used the sole of his foot to carve a makeshift starting line in the dirt, already confident about his ability to win. He knew how to apply chakra to his feet to boost his running already.

Both of them then got into standard racing positions at the starting line before Iruka turned towards Naruto. "Before we start, you promise not to use any of those secret things that Sir Hiruzen is teaching you? Because if not then the deal's off."

Naruto silently weighed his options. He was probably almost as fast as Iruka even without chakra, and he really didn't want to do any laundry if he could help it. "Yeah, I promise. Now can we get on with it please? I'm starving."

Iruka nodded and they both faced towards the distant gate. "On three." Iruka clarified.

"One…"

Naruto took a deep breath and relaxed his muscles for a minute, preparing for the inevitable sprint with an older man. This would prove exciting. He set his sights on the massive gate. Target locked.

Naruto realized a second too late that there had been no second count and turned to ask why only to find Iruka missing from his spot and already making good way towards the gate.

"You cheat! You gave yourself a head start!" Naruto yelled after the scar faced man.

Then again it was mostly Naruto's fault that Iruka got as far as he did. Caught unaware again. Deceived and tricked by a civilian. Hiruzen would be crying if he saw this. All the lessons taught to Naruto being used against him by a man that had no clue whatsoever as to what the eleven year old was being taught.

"Damn it!" Naruto yelled as he tripped over an outlying rock. "Stay focused you idiot!" he snarled at himself as he pushed his muscles to the extreme, trying desperately to catch up to the older man. He was sorely tempted to send even just a little chakra to his legs but he had promised he wouldn't, and Naruto would never break a promise, no matter how foolish. But he was tricked into doing laundry! And he absolutely hated doing laundry! But he made a promise.

"See you there Naruto!" Iruka called out from even further away.

"Damn it!" Naruto yelled again as he began to rapidly close the distance between them. He really needed practice at being alert. "Wait up!"

Mizuki was at the edge of his patience already. The white haired man didn't see the reason he was sent with Iruka at all. Frankly, he hated that blond brat, the brat hated him and Iruka could take care of himself. Currently he leant against the wall of the tunnel that served as a gate while brooding with his arms crossed. The fact that Iruka was taking so long to fetch the boy was steadily increasing his ire, what was the brat doing so far away in the first place?

He was cut out of his musings as he spotted the cause of his thoughts quickly closing in and he found himself even more irritated. While he had been waiting patiently they seemed to have been playing a game and having fun of all things. A scowl made its way onto his face as he went to confront them.

"Ha! I win!" Naruto boasted loudly, successfully managing to overtake Iruka at the last second. That race had given him an exhilarating rush that he hadn't felt in a while. The fact that he didn't have to do any laundry at all was just icing on the cake. He was panting a little heavily though. Training the whole day without breakfast before the race was probably a good reason as to why, the blond boy surmised. But Iruka was crazy fast on his feet, Naruto would admit that much.

The scar faced caretaker was similarly drawing in deep breaths of air, he may have had advantage over Naruto in terms of age, body and the fact that he was not as tired as the boy when the race started, but he was definitely out of shape if that run had left him like this. Being a caretaker didn't seem to want to keep his body fit but the smile on Naruto's face was definitely worth it.

The moment was quickly ruined however by a scowling Mizuki making his way towards them. "What took you so long?" He demanded moodily, clearly irritated with them.

Iruka groaned. It was just like Mizuki to bring the proverbial rain clouds with him everywhere he went. What a way to ruin a kid's day, or anyone's day for that matter.

"It was you fault wasn't it." Mizuki stated like fact as he glared at Naruto. "Iruka probably found you in a few minutes and you obviously didn't want to return." The white haired man accused.

Naruto however was not about to take that standing down. The nerve of this man! If only Hiruzen had not warned him about using his new found skills prematurely then Mizuki would have already found himself 'conveniently' dropped on the wrong side of Wall Maria by now. As such however he settled on annoying the man further, petty revenge he knew, but he couldn't help it.

Crossing his own arms and glaring back to adopt a similar stance as the offending caretaker, the eleven year old answered with a little of his own venom.

"What's the matter? It was only you waiting anyway so it was no big deal. Come and say that to me when I'm a little older and I'm going to pulverize you, you white haired monkey!" He bit back. He didn't mention that he could probably beat the man into a pulp with the current skills he had… but then Hiruzen would beat him for that. He wasn't worth it.

Mizuki's mouth hung agape at the blatant disrespect that was being thrown his way, from an eleven year old no less! It was already a serious blow to his pride but he was insulted as well by that last comment. "Why you…" the venom in his voice was clear as day while he approached Naruto in a menacing manner, rolling up the sleeves on his arms. It was immature at best to lose his head over a child, but to hell with it. He would teach this brat a lesson.

"Now now Mizuki, calm down for a bit will you?" Iruka started as he halted the advance of the other man. "I'm sure Naruto didn't mean it, did you Naruto?"

"I sure as hell did!" Naruto shot back.

"Not helping Naruto." Iruka grumbled back as Mizuki's efforts of pushing him aside increased.

"Mizuki calm down! It's your fault in the first place for pinning the blame on him and what do you think you look like to everyone else around here? Trying to beat up a helpless child?" Iruka yelled at Mizuki's face, practically slapping the white haired man with his voice alone. He didn't really want to do this but he couldn't risk this scene getting even more out of hand. It wouldn't look good for the orphanage if a caretaker was beating a child in public.

Sure enough, when Mizuki took a look around, everyone was looking at him funny and his struggles against Iruka lessened considerably.

"Yeah! Leave me alone you child molester!" Naruto accused loudly causing disapproving glances to shoot Mizuki's way.

The white haired caretaker's eyes saw red as his drive to seriously harm the boy was reignited. Iruka groaned as he did his best to hold off the other grown man and Naruto, was relishing the pure verbal attack he had launched upon Mizuki.

But this moment would not last, for an enormous and unnatural flash of chaotic yellow lightning suddenly struck just outside the outer wall of Shiganshina.

Everything stilled. Every sound muted save for the wind as everyone stared in anticipation.

Then, out of nowhere, a massive hand grasped the top of the wall. A hand seemingly made of muscle alone, steam following its form. It was soon followed by the most grotesque and utterly enormous head that ominously peered up and over the sixty metre wall as if it was simply another playground obstacle.

Then, said sixty metre wall was suddenly blasted apart. And all hell broke loose.

And that's a wrap! Don't forget to leave a review!