NARUTO: Demon's rebirth in Naruto

Naruto walked alongside Ino toward Ichiraku Ramen, casting a sideways glance at her. "If you're that curious about the secret, how about you buy me dinner at ichiraku?"

Ino shrugged, a mischievous smile forming. "Fine, I'll pay for your ramen. But you better spill the beans!"

Meanwhile, Inoichi had already reached the third Hokage's office and recounted Naruto's experiences that day, his face clouded with worry.

The Third Hokage listened thoughtfully, concern etched across his face.

"This hatred will only drive him further away," the Hokage said, troubled. "If this keeps up, he may lose faith in the village altogether… becoming a rogue ninja is not out of the question."

"Bring Naruto tomorrow, I am going to have a talk with him" the Hokage said. 

Inoichi nodded gravely. "Understood. I'll bring him to speak with you tomorrow afternoon."

With that, he left, leaving the Hokage to ponder Naruto's future.

At Ichiraku Ramen, Ayame greeted them warmly as Naruto and Ino arrived. She flashed Naruto a cheerful smile. "Naruto! It's been a while. How's it going?"

"Hey, Ayame! How's your dad?" Naruto asked, noticing her alone.

Ayame sighed, brushing a stray hair behind her ear. "Dad's under the weather today, and suffering from illness, so I'm running things solo. I barely managed to handle the lunch rush, but with dinnertime… it's going to be even harder."

Naruto smiled and offered, "We'll help you out. Right, Ino?"

Ino raised an eyebrow, clearly unenthusiastic. "Help? Why would I—"

"If you still want to hear the secret, help me help Ayame," Naruto cut in, giving her a challenging look.

Ino rolled her eyes but finally sighed in defeat. "Fine, but just this once."

Naruto quickly transformed into another boy around his age, and the two of them pitched in as the dinner crowd poured in. They served customers, cleared tables, and they carried trays of ramen bowls. Ino was surprisingly skilled, while Naruto did his best to keep up, earning Ayame's appreciation.

As the last customer left, both Naruto and Ino looks fine even with the heavy work but Ayame looks exhausted. She slumped against the counter, exhausted but grateful. "Thank you both of you! I don't know how I'd have done it without you both." Then, she hesitated but asked them. "Could you… maybe teach me some basic ninja techniques sometime?"

Naruto smiled. "Sure, I'll help with that."

Ayame beamed, and she served Naruto and Ino a bowl of steaming ramen each before and she retreated inside.

Ino finally with Naruto alone, she turned to Naruto, her patience worn thin. "Alright, now spill the secret, or I swear I'll punch you right at the face."

Naruto chuckled, holding up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. I'll tell you."

After hearing the word secret, ayame secretly evesdropped them from inside hiding herself. 

Naruto glanced around, unaware that Ayame had crept closer, eavesdropping from behind the doorway.

Taking a deep breath, Naruto began, "When I was born, the Fourth Hokage sealed a demon inside me."

Ino's eyes widened. "What kind of demon?"

Naruto's gaze grew distant as he continued. "The Nine-Tailed Fox. It attacked the village, causing destruction and death. The Fourth Hokage sacrificed himself to seal it inside me. It was supposed to be a secret, but somehow, people found out. Since then, everyone has treated me like I'm the ninetails itself, blaming me for their loss of family and their property loss"

Ino remembered her mom's words, as her mom always warns her to not to talk with Naruto and not to get close with him. She didn't understand why her mom said those words at that time. But, now she finally understand it.

A deep silence settled over them, and Ino's expression softened with sympathy. Meanwhile, Ayame listened, heart heavy with empathy. She could hardly imagine the burden Naruto carried since childhood.

Naruto noticed the pity in Ino's eyes and shook his head. "I don't need your pity. You don't have to show it. But there is also another village secret about me."

Ino leaned forward, curiosity reignited, and Ayame, though hidden, held her breath in anticipation.

Naruto smirked. "That one's a story for another time. But right now…" he looked toward Ayame's hiding spot, "we've got a snooping cat to catch."

Ino blinked in confusion. "What snooping cat?"

"Ayame," Naruto called out, chuckling. "You can come out now."

Ayame stepped forward, red-faced. "Sorry, Naruto. I… I didn't mean to eavesdrop."

Naruto smiling kindly. "It's alright. It's not exactly a secret anymore if the whole village already knows. But let's keep it between us."

Both Ayame and Ino nodded earnestly. "I promise."

She brought them another round of ramen, Ayame too toke a bowl of ramen and sat beside Naruto. As, the three of them sat together, eating and chatting as the night deepened. They shared laughter, stories, and experiences, unknowingly building bonds they'd carry forward.

After they finished, Naruto escorted Ino home, Ino saw Naruto leaving, She felt a little bond with him unknowingly and she went to her home inside.

Naruto returned to his apartment, settling into bed with a rare feeling of belonging. This newfound connection made him feel, even just a little, less alone in the world.

(.....to be continued)

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Author Note:

Usually, I don't create mistakes in English literature or in English speech. But I am a lazy guy.

Well I use chatgpt to correct my sentences after my writing. And I will again edit the chatgpt edited chapter by adding some words and also some new sentences. So, it may look way too formal and odd for you.

If it's not to your likings, just say it. Also, if you don't like my writing style just say it. Based on reactions I will change my writing style too.

If you like when I don't use chatgpt, I will create and upload normally without correcting any grammer or pantcuation mistakes of my work and there will be not much formal sentences which may be to your likings. But you must be preparedfor more spelling mistakes and more unidentified words. With love...author😎

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