Hi, I'm back. My other story was absolutely pathetic, so I decided to try to get more reviews with this story. I don't know if this one will be almost as review-less as the other or will be overflowing with reviews. I've heard enough about flames to dislike them, so please don't flame me if this is bad. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

Prologue

Returning and Reminiscing

A grim smile made its way on to a hooded figure down the road. Long strawberry blonde hair hung in a neat braid down his back. Aquamarine eyes with small traces of red filtering through them looked out from the dark shadows of the hood.

He was dressed in an azure cloak and wore dark blue sandals. Under that, he wore a skin tight, but breathable black cloth shirt and pants, with an orange spiral on the back. Two swords were strapped to his back.

Why he had a not-so-happy expression on his face was because he was walking on the same road that led to the old village he used to live in, before the council made the decision to exile him because he was "too" dangerous.

"It's been a long time…I wonder how everyone is doing?"

This one sentence that came out of his mouth left a meaningless silence around him. But it was soon broken by the light twittering of birds and the rustles of leaves as the wind whistled through them.

"Nobody cared that I left."

This next sentence was, unfortunately, true. Nobody cried as they all watched him walked out of the village gates. Nobody yelled out to him. Nobody tried to stop him from leaving. Nobody. Everyone had looked at him with the same ugly look, the look of utter detestment, hatred, fury. Everyone had all watched the person they knew die in front of them because his heart was broken by his so-called "friends". Nobody cared.

"Why should I care about them now?"

This, he did not know. For five years now, he had been wandering the country, learning new things, jutsus, kenjutsu, and others. He could probably now beat his entire former village with one hand tied behind his back.

"I'm stronger than them now."

As mentioned in the former sentence, he was stronger than all of Konoha now. He would show them. He would show them that messing with him would only result in either a lot of cuts and bruises or simply death. Many times it was the latter.

"And I will get them to fear my strength."

That was the only thing that kept him from moving down a different path instead of facing his former home. This was life, and he had learned to deal with it. He had grown up the moment he left the village. As the great walls of the village drew nearer, he lifted his chin with determination.

Uzumaki Naruto would return.

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Hm, not bad for a prologue… I actually typed this up at school, but brought it home with me so I could type it up on fanfiction. If you read this, please review. If I get enough reviews, I'll continue, but if it turns into a pitiable fic with less-than-satisfactory reviews, I'll abandon it.

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