Naruto Uzumaki, child of fate, bearer of the beast, scapegoat of a broken village.
A tragic boy wrapped in orange and loneliness.
“Why does everyone hate me?”
“Why was I even born?”
The world never answered.
In the darkest hour of his soul, a voice responds — not from the heavens, not from within — but from outside the very fabric of his reality.
No grand throne. No divine form. Just me — AizenDuchiha. A name etched in usernames and comments.
A ghost in the narrative machine.
Not with compassion. Not with pity. But with the cruel intimacy of a writer who has watched every tear fall from ink, every scar etched by plot.
[Everyone hates you because of what’s inside you. They fear you]
He had questions.
I had answers — and the power to rewrite everything.
This is no ordinary story. This is a fracture in fiction, a tale where the character screams at the hand that wrote him, and the hand… finally writes back.
P.S: I will update 3-4 Chapters every week
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Check out my other story: Naruto: The White-eyed Demon & Naruto: Twin's Glory
The cover is not drawn by me. I don't claim ownership or credit for the cover. The cover image is generated by ChatGPT ai.
Disclaimer: Please be aware that I don't claim ownership or credit for any pre-existing characters or content associated with the original Naruto or Boruto franchise.