Little Naruto dragged his aching body with great difficulty and walked into a small cabin to the west of Konoha. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Smelling the fragrance wafting from the wooden house, he swallowed hard. Walk briskly to a counter in front of you.

"Uncle, I'm hungry," Naruto whispered, looking at the ninja in a green vest standing at the counter.

The smile on the other party's face immediately changed one hundred and eighty degrees when he saw that the person he was talking to was Naruto. It's so fast, it's breathtaking.

Sichuan opera did not change his face as quickly as he did.

He looked at Naruto with a furrowed brow, his eyes full of irrepressible disgust. It's like seeing something extremely disgusting.

"How are you?"

How come this little monster hasn't died yet, it's really annoying, if it weren't for three generations of me...

"Who's your uncle? You monster. ”

"Yes... I'm sorry. Little Naruto flinched, terrified. But the hunger in his belly prompted him to look at the other party and speak again: "But... Uncle, I mean, I'm hungry. ”

Halfway through speaking, he immediately changed his words when he thought of something.

"Hmph, are you a man-eating monster hungry too?" The ninja had a fierce face.

"Yes... I'm sorry. Little Naruto spoke again, though he didn't know where he was wrong.

"Then you say, I'm a monster, I'm damned, I shouldn't be in front of you, my lord. Say it ten times, and I'll give you something to eat. ”

The ninja searched behind him for a while, and said to Naruto with a lunch box in his hand.

Little Naruto's entire attention was drawn to the lunch box at this time.

"Quick... Say! The ninja slapped the table impatiently, and little Naruto shuddered in fright.

"I'm a monster, I'm damned..."

"I'm a monster..."

"I'm damned..."

...

Little Naruto didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, but for the sake of eating, in order not to be hungry, so he read it according to the other party's words.

The ninja laughed and finally threw the lunch box on the table.

"Take it, take it, it's your thing, you little monster. Get out of here, and don't let me see you again. ”

Little Naruto picked up the lunch box as if he had received a treasure, turned around and politely thanked the other party. Hurriedly limped out of the door.

"Haha... Monsters only deserve to eat gluttonous meals. As Naruto left the cabin, he vaguely heard a phrase coming from inside.

When little Naruto walked out of the cabin and looked back at the top of the cabin, a signboard said Konoha Aid Station, and five bright and bright characters set off Naruto's back, which seemed so dazzling at this time.

Walking to the side of the grove, little Naruto squatted on the ground and couldn't wait to open the lunch box in his hand.

A very heavy, heavy sour smell immediately spread, somewhat similar to the smell on Naruto-chan's body.

The source of this smell was none other than the lunch box in Naruto's hand.

The rice is already rancid, and normal people will not choose to eat this thing anyway. If you can't say it's good, it will upset your stomach, and there are some earthy yellow particles scattered on the sticky rice.

That's definitely not a side dish, but... Sand. A bento box that has been mixed with sand and has become rancid.

Little Naruto seemed to be used to all this, but he didn't care about picking up the lunch box and gulping it down. A satisfied smile on your face while eating, as if you were eating some of the most delicious food in the world.

With hunger, endure the churning of gastric juices in the abdomen. Having something to fill his stomach was already content. When he was hungry to the limit, little Naruto even ate the grass roots in the grass. The taste is definitely more unacceptable than the glutinous rice in front of you.

Swallowing the last grain of rice in the lunch box in his hand, Naruto licked the clean lunch box that was already the same as if it had been brushed. I touched my stomach and felt a little unfinished.

Helplessly, the food was finished, so he stood up and patted his body, and walked towards the way he had come.

"I see him, the monster."

However, before he could leave, a voice that scared Naruto Jr. sounded.

A large number of villagers with steel forks and hoes ran over quickly, surrounding the young Naruto.

Little Naruto wanted to escape, but unfortunately he was stunted and young, and his physical strength was not as good as that of his age, how could he escape from these adults.

The blue pupils were full of horror.

Zhang Huang was at a loss, only to see each of them looking at him with the same eyes.

That kind of look Naruto couldn't understand before, but deep down he had a feeling telling himself that the other party didn't like him. Now I probably understand that it was a look of disgust.

Did you do something wrong? Little Naruto didn't understand, why did everyone hate him?

"You see, this is this monster, and my child met him just now. Almost eaten by him. Look at the blood that is shed. A rough man pulled the freckled boy and pointed to the wound on his forehead.

There was a small abrasion on it, a little bit of blood oozing out. In fact, it was just a freckled boy who accidentally fell when he ran away.

However, the surrounding villagers apparently didn't think so, and they would rightfully blame it on Naruto.

If a person dislikes another person, no matter what the other person does, he will forcibly place the wrong on him.

"But three generations of adults," the villagers muttered quietly.

It just so happened that a stone fell on the young Naruto, and blood splattered.

"It hurts... It hurts..."Little Naruto clutched the wound on his forehead, tears welling up in his eyes. But he held back his tears and did not fall, he knew that if he cried, people would be more excited.

The crowd seemed to be inspired by something, and the stones fell one after another.

"Look, that little monster's blood is red."

Beatings, bullying, and targeting are already commonplace. Little Naruto takes in these every day.

Little Naruto's eyes gradually began to become numb. He didn't understand why others had parents but not himself, and he didn't understand why others scolded him for being a little monster. I don't understand why everyone hates him.

As a young man, he didn't understand anything.

Maybe I'm a monster, as the uncles say.

At this time, one of the villagers, who was already red-eyed, raised his hoe high above Naruto's head.

Are you going to die? Little Naruto was in a trance. As a young boy, he didn't quite understand what death was. All he knew was that maybe he wouldn't have to face this after death.

Maybe it's best if I'm dead.

"Huh?" There was no pain as expected, and I waited for a lot but there was no movement. Little Naruto quietly opened an eye.

Seeing that it was indeed a tall white figure standing in front of him, blocking this fatal blow for him.

The white robe floated in the air along the wind, and this scene was deeply imprinted on Naruto's young heart.