Shocking! The Mysterious Sky Veil Brings Chaos! | Naruto

"Jinchūriki? Oh, isn't it that thing? You know, that."

"That? What do you mean, that? You ninja never explain anything clearly—how are the rest of us supposed to know?"

"A Jinchūriki is… you know, someone who has a tailed beast sealed inside them. They're called… monsters."

Across the ninja world, the people called Jinchūriki felt their hearts tighten. Even Naruto, who didn't fully understand what a Jinchūriki was, felt a pang of sadness. After all, he was the host of the Nine-Tails.

Did they think anyone wanted to have a tailed beast inside them?

"Sasuke, do you know what a Jinchūriki is?" Naruto asked.

Kakashi remained silent, his expression unusually distant.

Seeing this, Sasuke's mind went back to how the village treated Naruto—like an outcast. It was as though the villagers hated him by instinct, calling him a monster.

Was Naruto… a Jinchūriki?

"Is Naruto what they're talking about… a Jinchūriki?" Sasuke asked softly.

Kakashi flinched but stayed silent.

"What is a Jinchūriki?" Naruto asked Jiraiya. The words from the sky veil had made him feel deeply uncomfortable, even sad.

"So, since I have the Nine-Tails sealed inside me, does that mean I'm what they call a Jinchūriki?" Naruto's voice was filled with confusion.

Jiraiya hesitated before resting a large hand on Naruto's head. Smiling, he said, "You're such an idiot for overthinking things. Don't worry about it—I'm here for you."

"But still, what does it mean, Ero-Sennin?" Naruto pressed.

Jiraiya fell silent, offering no answer. Naruto's confusion only deepened.

Meanwhile, in the great nations, the Four Kage watched this scene with narrowed eyes. The implications of the sky veil focusing on Jinchūriki were alarming. They couldn't allow it.

Suddenly, the veil darkened.

A soft glow emerged from the darkness, illuminating the figure of a small boy.

The boy had spiky blonde hair, and three whisker-like marks on each cheek.

"That's Naruto!"

Naruto's classmates gasped as they recognized him. Why was his image appearing in the veil?

Hidden Leaf Village, Hokage's Office

Sarutobi Hiruzen's eyes widened in shock. "What's going on?" he muttered, his expression grim.

"Find Naruto and bring him here immediately!" he ordered.

Across the ninja world, murmurs erupted.

"A kid? Why show a kid? Is he supposed to be a Jinchūriki?"

"A monster? He doesn't look like one at all. Are you ninja from the great nations lying to us?"

"No, he's the monster! That's the kid from the Leaf Village—the one who caused the death of the Fourth Hokage!"

"That monster? Why is he in the sky veil? Is he about to cause trouble again?"

"You're kidding, right? That child is the monster? If anything, you villagers seem more monstrous to me!"

"You don't understand. Because of him, my parents died in the Nine-Tails' attack. You wouldn't understand our pain!"

"Unbelievable. Even from a small nation like mine, I can't stomach this."

Those close to Naruto were struck silent. They couldn't believe what they were seeing.

How could Naruto, raised in such a hostile and isolating environment, grow up to become such a lively and cheerful boy? He was always smiling, always moving forward, always seeking everyone's recognition.

It was incomprehensible to them.

The veil's image shifted.

A young Naruto wandered the village streets. Everywhere he went, villagers stared at him with cold, hateful eyes.

"That's him, the monster."

"Why can't the Third Hokage think about us? Why did he keep this monster in the village?"

"Child, listen carefully. Never go near that boy. Do you understand?"

Young Naruto stood in the middle of the street, confused and heartbroken, his expression blank. The glares of rejection and hatred weighed heavily on him.

"Why does everyone hate me?" he murmured, his voice trembling with pain.

The question echoed across the ninja world.

"What's going on? I don't see anything monstrous about this kid."

"Wow, Leaf Village… you're a special kind of messed up. I know about the Nine-Tails incident, but blaming a child? That's disgusting."

"Disgusting? Are you joking? He's to blame for the attack! If not for him, my parents would still be alive!"

The scene shifted again.

Young Naruto sat in a quiet room with the Third Hokage.

"Jiji, why don't I have a mom or dad?" he asked, his small voice filled with doubt and sadness.

Sarutobi hesitated. "Didn't I already tell you? A long time ago…"

"I don't want to hear about the Nine-Tails attack again!" Naruto interrupted, his voice rising.

"Many villagers died that day, including your parents."

"But I don't care about that! I want to know who they were. What kind of people were they?" Naruto's insistence filled the room.

Sarutobi fell silent before replying, "What does it matter? The dead can't come back."

Naruto fell silent, both in the image and under the veil. The question of his parents' identities weighed heavily on his heart.

Jiraiya frowned as he watched the scene, his mood darkening. "That old man…" he muttered, sighing. He understood Sarutobi's caution but didn't agree with his handling of the situation.

The veil's perspective changed again.

This time, it showed a young Gaara sitting alone on a swing in a sandy playground.

He watched the other children play with a look of longing and hope in his eyes.

As he approached them, they scattered.

"Monster's coming—run!"

"You monster! Stay away from us!"

Gaara froze in place, staring as the children ran from him. His presence alone was enough to drive them away.

"That's Gaara!" Temari and Kankurō exclaimed, their faces pale.

Gaara's eyes darkened, a faint hint of killing intent flickering within.

"Young Gaara," the scene continued, asking Yashamaru, "Does everyone hate me?"

Yashamaru smiled gently. "People don't hate so easily."

Gaara smiled at the reassurance but quickly looked pained. "Then why does it hurt so much… here?"

He clutched at his chest, over his heart. Though his body wasn't injured, the pain was overwhelming.

Why did his heart feel so heavy, so suffocating?